Samael lay in the street on his back, bleeding from his lip, ear and nose with the massive expanse of his wings stretched out beneath him. The winds blew stronger than they had been earlier. Traffic signs bent under its pressure and a nearby 3 signal traffic light had been released from its pole and hurled into the night – sending a burst of sparks into the wind from the wire it was connected to. The live wire jumped and writhed on the street 7 ft. away from the unconscious Angel of Death. Each time a strong gust of wind blew, the wire inched closer and closer to Samael.

The hosts of angels looked down on the body of Samael silently. They watched as the wire was brought closer towards his body. The angels parted themselves so that they appeared as two large armies with a walkway between them. They stood with their tears still wet on their faces waiting as if preparing for the arrival of someone. They all peered down at the body of Samael in unison as the last great gust of wind blew through the city.

The live wire writhed, jumped and was then carried the last few feet to Samael's resting form. The wire touched the bare skin of his arm and sent a jolt of power surging through him. Samael's eyes snapped open as he began to scream out. His body pulsed with the city block's electricity and contorted in pain on the wet street. The skin on his arm blackened as the feathers of his wings began to singe and burn. Smoke rose from his body as his eyes began to boil in their sockets. The screams that parted from his lips echoed throughout the night. Audible to the patrons of the nearby bar – Samael's screams sounded like a train's whistle from a distance, to the armies of angels that stood looking down on him – his screams sounded of a great suffering that they were sure they would never feel.

Light began to fill the burned out sockets of Samael's eyes, nostrils and mouth. His body bucked and twisted on the pavement beneath him as his skin began to split and seep bright edges of light. Then in a grand flash of light and sound, The Angel of Death atomized into the air. The trails of his particles ascended upward towards the angels and were guided down that long walkway between them.

His coat and sword rose up from the street and followed behind.