Everything after the Hallowed Voice raised his hand and declared victory felt like a blur.
The Citadel had sustained tremendous damage across the day, and the true cost of it revealed itself in the hours that followed as Paladins moved through the sections of the white walls where Barbatos and the other Demon Dukes had been housed.
What they found there was not the aftermath of battle but the aftermath of feeding. Bones picked clean and arranged with the casual indifference of something that had no concept of the sanctity of a life. Half-eaten humans, Dross and Sworn who had been smuggled into the capital and kept alive until the demons wanted them, their faces still carrying the final expressions of people who had understood exactly what was happening to them and had no power to prevent it.
