The scorpions flooded after Yamato, but Naoya and his demons focused on Remiel. He didn't care that he was in pain, and he didn't care that this was insanity.
It didn't matter.
He threw himself at the angel, reaching up to try to tear his wings off himself. He could not be allowed to live. No angel could, but this more than most others.
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It didn't matter.
He threw himself at the angel, reaching up to try to tear his wings off himself. He could not be allowed to live. No angel could, but this more than most others.