"You really think you still have your holy powers?" Blight mocked. "The only angel here that was the toughest was Zekiel, and I wiped the floor with him! And now he stands there with only a sword, a shield, and a meager prayer! And if you think borrowed demonic powers will do anything, remember what I did to your friend Charles Barkin! And one more thing..." He levitated to the base of the spire where the captives are kept. "If you wanted to take down this obelisk, you'll have to take it down right through here!" He made a gesture at David. "Right through the middle!"
Hawk, who had been awake, growled at Blight. "You monster!" he growled.
"What do you expect, doggie? This is war! A war that has gone on without one side winning. And it shows that some of our own demonic brethren has gone soft, as to betray their own kind and purpose! Your niece knows her true purpose, Anne, and so shall your SON!"