With a nod back at him, Archangel allowed the gag to fade, slightly lowering his burning palm.
"Tell me where the bombs are. All of them."
The young hero allowed his radiant wings to spread wide, casting light onto the terrorist. "Do not lie to me, mortal. An angel knows a truth from a lie, and we do not look kindly on deceit," he lied, hoping that superstition would do the rest of the work for him.
"Tell me where the bombs are. All of them."
The young hero allowed his radiant wings to spread wide, casting light onto the terrorist. "Do not lie to me, mortal. An angel knows a truth from a lie, and we do not look kindly on deceit," he lied, hoping that superstition would do the rest of the work for him.