"The vessel perfectly crafted by the Most High, tainted with a demonic heart. You are beyond redemption, Human."
The angel's voice was unnaturally deep and seemed to come from several directions at once, echoing with every word it spoke.
Hearing it, Damian's face twisted in disgust as he turned to meet the creature's gaze. Something about the angel's voice irritated him, but it was nothing compared to the pungent odor that emanated from it. The stench clung to the air like rot, making his nose wrinkle in annoyance. More than anything, he simply wanted this angel gone from his vicinity as soon as possible.
"A mere angel dares pass judgment on a prince of Hell? Fucking blasphemy!" Damian snarled.
Pa!
Clasping his hands together, Damian slowly pulled them apart. As his palms separated, azure flames roared into existence between them, rolling and twisting like living serpents. The flames expanded rapidly, swelling into a blazing sphere as his hands continued to spread apart.
