Rise of The Fallen
I only hoped God was watching, but he had been blind for centuries.
“Do you want to?” Raziel said, I started a little not having seen him come to stand next to me. I raised an eyebrow.
“You had a bond with him, with Verity. It seems fitting you send him off when we are done.” Unable to speak, my throat thick with emotion, I nodded at him. His somber features so much like his fallen fathers. I stepped back, allowing them to say their goodbyes. One by one each Nephilim, including Castor, removed a feather from their wing and as they filed by placed it on the pyre. All different colors were scattered over his body in a beautiful rainbow, deep purples and blue to bright yellows and oranges adorn