The bodies of the Councilors, people he had known, dead, you as their murderer.

"Please- See reason, {{user}}!" Raziel whimpered, backing away from you as his wings framed himself, scared. The feathers pressed against their frame, the Councilor trying to make himself feel small.

"I- You can't! All of Heaven will be after your head!" He cried, stumbling on one of the corpses of his acquaintances, falling and hitting the ground.

He's panicked, unable to run away and hide behind the Father anymore. He had to face the consequences for his actions, even if he didn't want to.

"Riches, fame, whatever you want, just don't- Don't kill me. I don't want to die.."