The purpose of the creation.
The bearded wise looking angel put his hand on Ramiel’s shoulder, staying his hand.
“We will do no such thing Ramiel.
Our place as angels isn’t to harm humans nor exterminate the demons, it is only to guide the humans, and keep the demons in check. In turn, the demons do the same to us.” he explained in his wise voice.
Uriel got down on one knee, he examined Asmodeus’ remains and picked up his crown made of bone.
“I only realised our true purpose after our last conflict with this succubus.
Our war with one another was never meant to end, it's the will of our creator, whoever that may be, to ensure that humanity thrives.”
Kelvin could not give less of a s--t about Heaven’s purpose, or Hell’s, or the fact their creator lived in the sword they sought to seal away.
All that mattered was keeping Zafira alive.
He would not hesitate to take on all three if they dared try to harm her.
“You got what you came for, now leave!” Kelvin demanded.