Chapter 87: [87]:Blasphemers
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They knelt. Just like they had in the first antechamber. Bending knee, one by one, their weapons forgotten on the floor beside them.
Uriel smiled. A perfect, faultless smile.
"Kneeling is good. Kneeling means that you know of your sins," the Archangel tilted his head to one side, "But since when has kneeling ever absolved you of them?"
They tensed in their armor, but it was a futile motion. Uriel gestured, a casual flick of his hand, and the wards and seals that had proved so effective against Belial’s fire flared red hot before simultaneously winking out.
Plated forms fell like hewn logs. Toppled like tipped statues. The sound of steel faceplates denting the floor echoed eerily throughout the chamber. Valper stared at the heaps of unmoving armor around him and whimpered. The former priest’s fear was shared by those below. The devils scattered. The humans knelt. He frowned and glanced bemusedly in both their directions.