Iestyn screamed too, at the fistful of flesh and blood Lucifer held in his hand, the deep crimson dripping down his wrist. Their father's body twitched on the floor, eyes wide, blood flowing from nose, mouth and ears, and the open wound that used to be a neck.
"Oh god," Iestyn croaked, looking out at the sky beyond them. Please, please Michael- save us-
There was the sound of running from inside, of other demons coming to block their escape.