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Ye Great Big Climactic Scene has been done. And now excuse me, I need to go die. *collapses*

“Glad you could make it.” Dean’s voice was cold steel where Kezef’s was liquid heat.

“No, you are not.” Kezef dipped down into the fire, flames riding up his arms as grabbed the fiery shape that was Michael with both hands. There was a sound like a boulder breaking and ice cracking and the thing in his grasp screamed, high and piercing, an eagle’s call or an owl’s screech.

“But do not fear,” Kezef continued, as his hands moved again and there was another scream, wavering a little this time at the close as if with a sob, as if voicing the pain was not enough. The flames in Kezef’s hands fluttered and shook like feathers in a storm, their golden color turning a dark red. He looked up from his crouch. “You will not care for very long.”



32829 / 50000 words. 66% done!


* Luke 2:10, Bible

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