The other brother let out a war cry summoning his legion of Devils who had been in hiding all this time. The devils swarmed the unit of elite angels charging themselves into the unit. Ratella doubted the swarm would pose any threat to the unit of elite including Temperance so he left them on their own focusing on the charging aspect in front of him.
"You bastard! You'll pay for what you did to my brother!" shouted the first brother, grasping the fallen mace of his brother and swinging them both at Ratella's direction.
His fury had blinded all sense within his mind, the poisonous bloodlust sinking its teeth further into his mind reducing him to a mindless rage filled monster.
Ratella dodged the maces but he neglected to consider the man's hand sharpened wings as they thrust for his heart. They impacted with the base of his own wings which had come to his aid moving to protect their master subconsciously.
The sharpened wings impacted with his own leaving a slight gash on the surface of his feathers which quickly closed up healing completely.
Ratella's mind twisted with fury at being harmed because of his carelessness.
"You dare touch my wings from your lowly position!"
Thrusting the lance into his maces, the brother's guard was swiftly shattered to pieces leaving him defenseless into Ratella's incoming wings all sharpened lodging him into his limbs.
He rose the Devil high into the air displaying his sorry state to all his soldiers. His action caused the angels and devils to stop their skirmish and look upwards at the horrific state of the aspect.
"You will all leave this place before you become like that one." ordered Ratella pointing towards the impaled brother thrown to the side once his fight with the remaining brother started.
The Devils swiftly routed from the area running away shivering with terror at the man's brutality.
"Mister Bloody Baron, are you still conscious?"
Ratella walked over to the man's brother putting his foot against his labored chest, his breaths shallow but signs of life still encompassing the man's form.
"Get off him, now." spat the remaining brother, clenching the wings impaling him trying to pry himself free but his efforts were fruitless.
"Tell where the Sins are and I will happily release my grip on your brother's life."
"I don't know where the Sins are! We haven't received orders from Lust or Sloth for months. I can't even tell if they're still alive!"
"Oh, they are alive but do you have any idea of where they might be?"
"No!"
"If you aren't of any worth then I suppose either is your brother."
Ratella placed the tip of his lance upon the Devil's skull, steadily pressing the weapon deeper into the skin.
"Please!" shouted the man blackish blood now dripping from his mouth drenching his clothes crimson.
"Think really hard about where they might be. Both of your survival hinges on it."
"I can't tell you I'm just a lower ranking commander of a couple hundred devils. I don't have the information you are looking for!"
Ratella's wide grin was soon wiped away in disappointment at the man's lack of usefulness. While he was a traitor and wouldn't fight the Sins he still didn't want to go looking for them aimlessly.
The mental strain and boredom of searching a barren wasteland endlessly would drive him crazy.
"Then you are declaring your uselessness to me then?"
His question was simple but didn't require an answer. The answer was known to everyone on the battlefield including the question's target.
The man impaled on his wings tried to speak to express his opinion but his words rang out hollow being replaced by the sound of gargling blood.
Ratella drove the tip of his lance into the Devil's skull underneath his boot splitting his skull in two. The other brother's eyes widened with terror and sorrow, tears draping down his face, his struggles growing more violent.
"Bastard! Bastard! I'm going to kill you for this!"
Ratella brought the man over the crack in the looming void below telling no tales of the depth and the many people held in its confines.
"Don't worry you don't have time to drown in your sorrows." stated Ratella, a charming smile growing across his face displaying no indications of the horrific actions he took against the brothers.
Ratella wrapped his wings around the man's limbs forcing their way into his flesh, securing their position in his body.
Violently he ripped the wings out of the man's flesh taking his limbs with their movements committing the man into a free fall to the endless void below.
His body collided with stray rocks lining the wall of the crack disrupting all sense with his head making his wings useless in absence of reason.
Ratella watched the man fall until his figure was no longer visible shrouded by darkness.
"See I told you I wouldn't lose myself. Just having a little fun with my food, that's all."
Ratella rubbed Liliana's chin comforting the bird and banishing her worries about his lack of self control.
She wasn't unnerved by his behavior, instead relieved that he had managed to keep control of himself. She had committed more horrific actions then the ones Ratella displayed today being a Horsemen was a title that required lots of blood to be on our hands.
The personality residing in this devilish nature had come out in full display to all his angelic allies standing behind him.
He amply discarded the severed limbs in his possession, tossing them into the void below letting them join their master in death.