"I know," Nick replied, and two silver tears rolled into his beard as he reached out a hand to smooth over Henry's forehead. "He's my son."
He wanted to take Henry up in his arms and carry him out into the light, but he knew if there was a spinal injury, he shouldn't be moved. He glanced at Michael again, feeling no shame in showing his emotions. "We need to get him out of here."
At that moment, with a flap of wings, Gabriel appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "The wards are down, then," he observed, a statement that really meant, Lucifer is dead, then. "I shall go for help."