While Lilith painted the desert black with blood and shadow, Gabriel and his two clones ascended into the churning, monster-filled sky.
The artificial sun blazed above them, casting their golden silhouettes across the horde. Wyverns, harpies, giant wasps—hunded of winged monsters filled the sky. Their cries merged into a continuous, deafening roar. Their wings beat in unison, creating a wind that howled across the desert below.
Gabriel hovered at the center of his formation. His twelve golden wings spread wide, each feather glowing with ancient runes. To his left and right, his two clones floated in perfect symmetry, their six wings beating in harmony with his.
Three archangels. Three pairs of cross-shaped pupils gleaming with predatory anticipation.
"Shall we show them what heaven looks like?" Gabriel murmured.
The clones did not answer. They simply smiled wider like the original.
The wyverns were the one to strick first.
