MrPotato
The Potato Champion
Malthael decided not to pursue the demons and tend to the angels. The sun finally went away and the skies went pitch dark once more with only the stars and moon lighting it.
The glaring heat calmed down and the heat waves disappeared. "Till we meet again, Azazel." Malthael whispered under his breath.
He turned to look at the other angels. "This is not your fault. Your name is Sayurn isn't it?" Malthael asked her. "Is everyone alright?" Malthael called out to the angels.