Chapter 19: [19]:Raynare
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"Here," the woman tore at the fabric over her shoulder, exposing her skin for the youngest angel to see. He frowned. There, etched upon her flesh, glowed sigils of light, sacred runes he could not hope to comprehend, "This is no illusion. It was carved into our bodies when we woke. I have them. So does Dohnaseek. You have them too," Mittelt growled but did not look into the older Fallen's eyes, "They are the Mark of Penance. Given to those who have sinned but can still be redeemed. They were given to us by him, and you will not refuse this honor."
Mittelt's head shot up at those words
"Just because you have a fetish for Metatron doesn't mean I have to do as he says," she all but spat out.
Huh. That would certainly explain the way the woman had been looking at him.
"You dare throw away this chance at redemption!?" Kalawarner hissed, unperturbed at the child's accusation, "Insolent little brat! I should kill you right now for dishonoring his offer!"
"Try it," Mittelt grinned, her face turning into an ugly mask of cruelty, "and I'll wipe the floor with you, you bitch!"