[9] Atticus' Request

"Bentley Hellbourne is dead!"

Those words shot like an arrow through Atticus' heart. Even as he stood before the eyes of thousands of his fellow angels, he couldn't hold himself back from flinching slightly.

And the deafening roar of the crowd below didn't help at all. Maybe if the cry had been out of anger or sadness, at least it would have resonated with him. But those angels were cheering— they were actually CHEERING with joy as though there was anything left in creation worth being joyful about.

Heaven.

"Although our conflict with Hell is hardly the fault of one mere demon, her death brings upon us: a new era..."

His words became a convoluted blur in Atticus' mind. He couldn't listen anymore.