“Look away, mortal,” Michael told Scott, and the mortal immediately complied. He squeezed his eyes shut and the second it was safe, Michael dropped his mask. He took on the heavenly visage, all eyes and heavenly flames and a glow so bright it would blind anyone mortal.
When he spoke, his voice boomed, echoing off the walls. “You will not touch another mortal again!” he insisted. “You will leave the Virtues and saints alone! You are no match for me, little sin.”