The fiend woman's high-pitched scream could be heard beyond the sound of the breaking mirrors and the river of glass and blood flowing deep from within the withering hearts of the slaves that rowed the boat of the river Styx. The desert's hideous song mingled with the mocking hymns of Hell and the wordless cry of the queen of the Underworld. The deafening melody stretched out from somewhere beyond the gates: "Hear the cry! The terrible cry! Fall, ye heavens, shatter at the mercy of the demons! No holiness can compare with the sorrowful and grating wails of the Inferno! Angels, bow and surrender your robes of white; barter them for the only real armor! Eidola, phantasms, revenants! Souls reaped from the dead and left to rot in the catacombs of Hell!" The cry of the fiendish hellcat queen rattled the core of hell, and when it stopped, the eerie silence was as awful as the scream.

One by one the seraphim tumbled from above.