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Sky of memory and shadow
The Light-Bringer strode across the convent floor, shadows following in his wake, hissing Sam's name.
It was his own personal Rising of the Witnesses.
He remembered them all, starting with Cindy McClellan and stretching back over the months. Their blood was in his veins, first thick and sweet on his tongue, then bitter as ashes once he knew it was for nothing.
When his eyes met Lucifer's, he knew there was only one way to honor their memory.
He reached inside himself, deeper than his tainted blood.
And for an instant, he blazed even more brilliantly than the Morning Star.