Alaric watched as the angelic warriors landed. He closed his eyes, and as he did, golden scales started covering his body. When he opened his eyes, the gods had appeared; there were seven of them. Just like ten thousand years ago, the goddess of love was nowhere to be seen.
“Long time no see, god killer,” Ramiel said.
“Ramiel, god of thunder, we meet again. On a battlefield once more,” Alaric said.
“Did you set a trap? Why did you lure us out to the vast, empty land?”
“The last time you attacked, women and children died. I would be a fool if I let that happen again.”
“Aye, a fool indeed,” Ramiel answered.
“The last time you came here, I offered to explain what truly happened and how your brother came to be at the end of my fire, but you did not wish to hear me speak. I am making the
