The Grace wails, heartbroken and pitiful, staggering back and hitting the courtyard wall. Too-long arms wrap around their head to protect their brain. The flash of gunfire and the orange glow of the blaze lights up the Angel’s robes like twilight, looking more like one of Lucifer’s angels than God’s.

I plunge into the smoke and throw my body into his.

My shoulder hits his ribs. We both fall to the weeds. The gun keeps chattering until it drops, shooting bullets into the sky. The Angel roars and rolls on top of me, blood streaming from his temple where he hit a rock, grabbing me like he’s going to rip me apart.

Then he doesn’t have a head anymore. His spine snaps cleanly as his skull comes off in the Grace’s mouth. The body collapses onto my chest. The Grace toys with the severed head, turning it over and testing each angle with their tongue before finally biting down. Bone gives instantly under their teeth.

I stay in the grass, gasping for air under the weight of the Angel, watching the Grace and the wounds on their body. The Angel did recognize me. Why else would he have turned on the Grace? They’re God’s holy warriors, blessed and perfect, and a soldier only has orders to put them down if they become too dangerous.

I make them too dangerous.

The Angels know I’m at the ALC.

The ALC is burning because of me. This is my fault, oh God, it’s my fault. My fingers dig into the Angel’s rancid robes as the Grace whines and the neck stump spits blood. It’s my fault.

I have to stop this.

I shove the Angel’s body off mine and reach for the Grace. Part of their jaw was torn off by a bullet, the wound trickling black sludge between their eyes. They have so many limbs, some touching the ground and some not, grasping and reaching with so many hands. I let them touch me. I lean forward so they can grab my hair and pull me close. They smell like rot and Dad’s corpse.

I whisper, “Help us.”

The answer I get is soft and perfect. Their eyes flutter closed. A hum shakes deep in their broken-open chest. It’s all I need to hear.

They press their shoulder against me to steady me, nudging their face against my stomach. I leave a red handprint on their neck.

We enter the burning building together.