"Fuck you too then," Lorath mutters.

"As much as we could argue about the philosophy of guilt and blame. What is Diablo trying to accomplish?"

"Diablo means to destroy the Arch of Heaven," Tyrael says. "To get there from here he will need to climb the Silver Spire."

"Great," Li-Ming says, "we've got a destination. Let's get moving. Tyrael, will you join us? Or will you sit here and weep like an infant?"

"You do not understand," Tyrael says, almost to himself. "Hope itself has been taken from us."

"Whatever," Li-Ming sighs, and strides off towards the shattered gate.

"Dude, I don't want to be insensitive, but I am having the strongest urge to just carry you on my arms. You're like the only one of us that knows this place."

"What did you mean with hope itself being taken from you?"

"Auriel, the Archangel of Hope, has been captured. Without her the armies of Heaven cannot rally, and the day is surely lost."

"The day isn't lost if I fucking kill Diablo, which I'm going to do, with or without your help," Li-Ming calls over her shoulder.

"We are coming." Fernando says over his shoulder. "We only stopped because it's hard to tell when Tyrael is being poetic or saying useful information."

Sigh. Thomas lifts Tyrael in a bridal carry.

Tyrael seems too perplexed to effectively object to this.

Li-Ming and Lorath are in fine form slaughtering the demons at the gate. They clear a path into the city quickly, then everyone slips inside and starts towards the Spire and, relevantly, the Arch.

There's more demons along the way. A lot more demons. There are scattered angels fighting back, but they're severely outnumbered and, frankly, outclassed. This invasion force appears to be something of an elite, not that it's stopping the Nephalem.

The triplets give their best effort to help. Angels are sufficiently different from humans they don't dare to try sorcery healing, but they can regroup angels.

Felix is curious if there is any sign of Auriel.

One of the angels says that she's being held by the demon Rakanoth in the Library of Fate, wherever that is.

"We can't afford to get distracted from the main goal," Li-Ming says. "...well, I can't. One of you could probably go free her, but we don't know this Rakanoth character's power level."

There Felix goes.

"Welp."

The Library of Fate is a large structure. The largest around besides the Silver Spire, actually. Interestingly, it doesn't seem to contain any actual books. It's more of an open lecture hall than anything else.

An angel, presumably the Archangel Auriel, is embedded in pulsing black crystal at the back of the room. In the center of the room stands Rakanoth.

Double sighs from the remaining triplets. "Man, he always gets weird when overusing super-speed."

Felix does not think he is being weird. He makes some rounds around the area.

Is the crystal movable? Either manually or if he casts something to move it?

When he touches the crystal, it evaporates into black mist. Rakanoth's head snaps around, and he flings a spinning blade at Felix's head.

Eeeep!

Awayawayaway. With Auriel in his arms. Does she look okay?

It's kind of hard to tell, on account of she doesn't have a face. Once he slows down, she floats out of his arms.

"Thank you, human. I confess I had expected the Nephalem, but your aid is greatly appreciated."

elix snorts tiredly. "You're welcome. Uh, I am with Tyrael and he said you might help the other angels. I am not even know if that's true, but I figured it would take a few minutes to save you.  But if you can do that would be great. And I probably should go back to my group so we can defeat Diablo. Oh, do you need anything?"

He is talking rather fast and rambly.

Auriel lays a hand on his head, and the adrenaline rush fades. "Calm, child. I will rally Heaven's forces. You go back to the Nephalem and lend what aid you can."

"Wow. Thank you." He smiles brightly. "I should go, but good luck." He half-turns then turns back. "Oh, if you don't mind put a good word on behalf of humanity? I swear, we can get much better if you give us the chance."

And he leaves.

Auriel tilts her head. "I suppose no one told him I voted with Tyrael on that one."

"How'd it go?" Li-Ming asks when Felix comes back into view.

Saddly, Felix is too far away to hear that one, or that would've made him an immediate fan.

"With super-speed it was fairly simple. Got in. Got out. Auriel seems nice."