Zadkiel had been ready for a struggle but when Raphael showed up and the whole thing pretty much stopped her breathed a great big sigh of relief. Fighting Lucifer was not something he ever wanted to do again."Good to see you, brother," he told Raphael.
He walked quickly over to Uriel and knelt down next to him, only then noticing the wound he had gotten from Lucifer's sword. It was barely a quarter inch into his left arm but it still stung. He prayed to God this wounded end up cursed or infected or having to be amputated. "Yes, how is he?"