Varia closes her eyes. "I know. But I'll gladly give my life for ending this war so that the suffering and darkness ends." She looked away, she knew what she had to do, her strength was not forgiveness or love. It was taking the fall - doing what needs to be done. "The Light will always prevail." She hoped her light would be strong enough to overcome the darkness, Azazel's darkness, Heaven's darkness.

Azazel immediately heeded Michael's words and flew fast to the forefront of his forming legion.  

Varia turns around and sensed an oncoming storm. If she had to surrender to Azazel to make him leave the war alone then so be it. "In the grand scheme of things, my life means little without a Heaven in which to live."