Lorenzo felt several gazes fall upon him, and he turned to see the others.
Red Falcon, Eve, Erin, Hebdo...
Everyone was wounded, feeling uneasy and terrified in this moment of crisis, and in the not-too-distant future, they would all die, one after another, right before his eyes.
Lorenzo was scared, more scared than he'd ever been. It was another Night of the Holy Arrival, losing everything on that night.
Some things cannot be resolved by mere slashing. Lorenzo might survive in despair, but the others could not. Many could not. He could kill demons, but not death itself.
"No... Lawrence."
Lorenzo's gaze burned with anger as he gripped the Nail Sword and Winchester tightly.
He had failed once before, many years ago in Florence, in that dry well piled with corpses and blood.
Lorenzo could not fail again. He wouldn't let this happen before his eyes once more.
Absolutely not.
"I will save this world... I will be the new savior."
Lorenzo said fiercely.
