This was where he’d called out for his brother that first time, but the meeting hadn’t gone well. Reaver hadn’t known about Revenant, hadn’t known the truth about anything, and he’d gone ghastbat crazy. Hurt, rejected, and drowning in the lies he’d been fed all his life, Revenant had hopped right on that crazy train, and they’d both done enough damage to all the realms that their memories had been wiped. Good times, man. Good. Fucking. Times. “Yo. Archangels,” he shouted. “Metatron, get your holy ass down here.” Like yesterday, nothing happened. Fucking assholes. He was frustrated as shit, his mind buzzing with another of Satan’s summons and his balls aching with unquenched desire for Blaspheme. Something was about to blow, and he doubted it would be his cock. “Metatron!” He roared into the heavens, and all around, the earth shook as dark clouds roiled from out of nowhere, blocking out the sun and turning the land dark as night.
