text: "Wake up, Master!" Rochelle sobbed, shaking his shoulders.
  
  He lay still on the ground, his eyes closed like he was asleep. But he wouldn't respond no matter how hard she shook him.
  
  "There's no pain," cried Juanita. "There's nothing. I can't feel anything from him!"
  
  "There has to be something you can do?" pleaded Cynthia.
  
  "Even if there was, I'm tapped out. I used it all up."
  
  "This can't be happening," muttered Hikaru. "It doesn't make sense. Why did he fall unconscious?"
  
  Cynthia picked up a gray feather lying on Bill's chest. "Adriel," she spat. "That Demon —"
  
  A great scream ripped through the air, buffeting Rochelle's soul. Birds launched into the sky, swirling out from the surrounding trees and crying out in fear. A rumble shook through the ground, a great, dying groan.
  
  And then Darkness fell.
  
  Rochelle looked to the east. The sun was being swallowed by a great shadow racing across its surface. The sun dwindled, twilight falling upon them. A single, golden ray shone bright, then the sun winked out. Nearby streetlights flickered on. Horror filled Rochelle; this wasn't an eclipse. No corona of blue haloed the moon as it occulted the sun.
  
  This was a true darkness.
  
  "Armageddon," Sophia muttered, stepping out of the doorway. "Adriel opened the Gates of Hell."
  
  A great, beautiful voice sang through the air, driving back the horrible wail. Light blossomed above. The sky opened up like a scroll unfurled, shining a pure light on the world, attacking the darkness that had just smothered it.
  
  "The Pearly Gates. Heaven and Hell are at war, and Earth shall be their battlefield."
  
  "Why?" Juanita asked, tears dripping from her face. "Why did Uriel do this?"
  
  "Heaven wants this war," Sophia answered in disgust. "And they don't care that humans will be the ones to pay for the hubris."
  
  Then the Angel reached over her shoulders, grasped one of her white wings with both hands, and ripped. Rochelle gasped in shock as the Seraph screamed in pain as the wing ripped away from her back, throwing it down in a flurry of white feathers. She screamed again as she tore the second wing from her body.
  
  "What the fuck?" Rochelle gasped.
  
  New wings sprouted from her back, rising gracefully, adorned with gray feathers.
  
  "I have Fallen. I want no more part of Heaven!" The Fallen Angel looked down at Bill, her golden eyes widening. "What happened to him?"
  
  "Adriel," Cynthia answered.