[11] Bentley the Nuisance

"I swear, that little delinquent is going to make me ram my head through the cliff face," Camael said quietly.

More choirs were starting to shuffle through the gate. It seemed as though the angel sent to rally the troops was doing a decent job. Although they were far from balancing out the tremendous number of demons Bentley had warned about, there were now plenty more bodies to aid in the effort. Both Camael and Nathaniel could only hope and pray that the few choir leaders whom they hadn't initially convinced could be coerced once enough panic was stirred up.

"Maybe that's precisely what she's trying to do," Nathaniel replied. "Although she explained her motivations quite clearly, I'm not sure whether we should believe her or not,"

"I won't trust a single word she says." Camael's grip on her spear tightened.

"But we can't take the risk of not believing her either," He told her. "Camael, if we are truly outnumbered and this invasion fails—"