"He is not the only one to have lost someone! He is not the only one to suffer. How bloody fucking dare he" Kristof spun away, slammed his fists down on a nearby table, sending papers scattering and dishes tumbling off to clang or shatter on the ground. "I will tear him limb from limb myself. Does he understand what he has done in unleashing an angel? And not just any angelno that fucking fool had to call down one of the most dangerous. Umah is the Angel of Wrath and Vengeance, the living embodiment of the Goddesses' displeasure. His sole purpose is to bring terrible justice wherever he is ordered. There are very good reasons only the High Priest may call forth angels."
Raffé did not think there was anything worse than watching men who normally seemed unafraid of anything fall prey to terror. To think he had once been afraid of attending a dinner party. "We'll stop him. Goddesses know how, but that is our purpose and we shall not fail."