As we work together slaughtering the rest of the beasts a cry rings out. Looking back I see Satan’s sword sticking out of Gabriel’s right shoulder. His wings fall limp and Satan throwshim hard to the ground, then turning his full attention to Michael.
Azrael and I rush over to him. When we arrive he is still alive, but barely.
“Evander take him to the gates, I need to help Michael,” Azrael commands.
Without hesitation I nod, scooping him up and flying as fast as I can to the gate. Just before I get there a fireball explodes on my back, sending me cratering into the dirt. The rest of my Division rushes to my side.
“You good, Evander?” Lucius shouts.
“Give him to me,” Perseus says, reaching down grabbing Gabriel from my arms.
Lucius helps me up.
“What the fuck did that?” I ask a bit dazed.
“Fucking Hell Drake,” he answers looking up.
Seeing where the attack came from, I watch as Achilles jumps off of the ground with so much power he impacts with the Drake’s chest and fully passes through it, leaving a huge hole in its chest. It’s dead before it hits the ground.
“Get Gabriel to safety. I need to help Michael and Azrael,” I shout to Lucius.
My wings hurt, so I take off running to help and Achilles stops me. “Where are you going?” he asks.
“They need my help, assist them and then get out of here, this battle is beyond any of you,” I shout, taking off again.
Just as I reach Michael, he throws out his divine flames that soothe the burning on my wings. As the flames hit Satan he lets out a tremendous roar and the mist around him explodes, dropping a veil over all of Purgatory.
“Your tricks will not work against us,” Michael shouts.Then Azrael and he raise their swords together and with a fell swoop the black haze vanishes. Looking down at us is a dragon of ungodly proportions.
Its body is covered in black scales, which are obscured by the fleshy red veil that covers its flesh. It possesses a striking double lower jaw, each with a row of extremely long, sharp fangs. It has two large twisted horns at the sides of its head with a red pentagram centered between them and two large red glowing eyes. Its toes and wingtips are adorned with sickle-shaped claws.
Its wings look like decay as the flesh hanging from them sways with its every move.
“This doesn’t change anything,” Michael shouts, then picks up Gabriel’s spear. “You’re going to pay for your impudence.”
Gripping it tight he hurls it at Satan and it plunges into his chest. He cries out in a high pitched screech. Then he swings his tail through the battle, killing hundreds of angels and demons in an instant.
We all rush in and split up, attacking from different angles. But when I get to him and begin to slash, my claws do nothing but deflect off his scales. Even imbuing them with my divinity does nothing.
Trying to figure out how I can help he swats me off of him and when I hit the ground he thrusts his head down, trying to devour me. I manage to catch his upper fangs with my hands, trying with all of my strength to push him back.
Azrael hits him in the side of the skull with his sword, violently throwing his head aside.
“Use the rotted holes in his flesh to your advantage. Hisscales are too strong for anyone other than Michael to penetrate,” he says, helping me up.
Then I see it, about two feet of Gabriel’s spear protruding from his chest.
“Fenrir, let’s try something.”
“Let’s go,”he shouts.
We dart back and forth, dodging multiple attacks as Michael and Azrael fight back. Lunging at Satan, I hit his chest and grabbed hold of the spear. I push my divinity through my claws, like I would to kill a demon, but this time it contacts the spear and a bolt of electricity shoots through it, causing a horrendous screech from Satan.
As a shockwave bursts from the tip of the spear throwing all of us in different directions.
“What the hell was that?” I ask, sitting up. The spear is still in my hand and it’s as if electricity is flowing from my hands covering the spear. The dust settles and the dragon is gone and that tall slender figure is back.
“Well we turned him back so that’s something.”
