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“Demons!” Clyntahn whispered hoarsely, raising his scepter between them. “Demons! Creatures of hell!”
“Hell, Your Grace?” She laughed, and the sound was cold and cruel. “You don’t know the meaning of the word . . . yet.”
“Stay back!” he snapped.
“We have no intention of harming you in any way, Your Grace,” she told him. “None. As Merlin said, we’ve only come to enlighten you. You’ve talked a lot about your special relationship with Schueller and the archangels, so we thought you might like to meet them.”