The irritating wails of the demoness filled the horizon as Magat twisted Onoskelis’s arms. The Gauntlets burned the naked abomination’s skin and wisps of smoke rose to the air. The smell of burning flesh mixed with the foul scent of bad eggs made me gag as I hauled myself to my feet using the dull sword to push me up.
“This is what you get from underestimating the Archangel,” declared Magat in his usual smug tone. The war chief twisted the hands that gripped the demoness’s wrists. Sounds of bones cracking echoed through the barren land. Onoskelis wailed again, crying in unimaginable agony. “You were right, even the most powerful Angels could not do anything against you demons if they are not present in Hell. However, you failed to realize that that was the reason we are here. We intermed
