Her Worst Nightmare
The Archangels rose up, their frightened eyes fixed upon me, their burning wings beating furiously as they tried to gain traction in the air.
'Casey,' Oscar urged, grabbing hold of me. 'The shield! Now! Put up the fucking shield.'
They were coming our way and from where I knelt in the dust, I could see Michael's enraged face twisting, his flesh shifting, his beautiful flawless skin becoming scarred, almost as if the heat from his bones was melting it from within. He was screeching as he flew at us, followed closely by the others and without barely thinking about it, I held out my hand again as if to protect us from their attack and the shield appeared instantly, a flickering blue light ballo
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