Sandalphon listened patiently as her brother explained the function of this realm and its people to her, filling in details she otherwise would have had to research herself. He spoke highly of his people, something she would have to later form an opinion about. But when Metatron actually verbally mentioned Lucifer's name, her shoulders and jaw tightened. She hated that - that thing. What he had nearly done to Metatron all those years ago, and what he had done to him now. Centuries of repressed loathing for Lucifer flooded through her. She turned her hand, squeezed his firmly, but not tightly.
"He will pay for what he has done to you. I'll make sure of that." Her voice dropped nearly to a growl. "Where is Sydonai now?"
She would have rather just skipped going to Sydonai altogether, knock down Niflheim's door, and impale Lucifer on her sword. But from what she gathered from Metatron, it wasn't that easy. Of course it wasn't.