"Holy Father, we beg You to come. Help us praise the Lord's name and offer You our hearts! To You alone belong supreme honor and perfect victory. Rule over us, almighty God!"
"Son of God, we beg You to come. Reveal Your majesty and power, and hear our cries! Show grace to Your people, revive Your holy word, and establish goodness, justice, and Fairness, Savior!"
"Holy Spirit, we beg You to come. Bear sacred witness and move every heart! You alone are almighty and supreme. Rule within our hearts and never leave us, most high Holy Spirit!"
"..."
Sacred hymns rang out, and the soaring sound of horns swept across Sicily. Trees of Life took root and sprouted in the lava. Holy Radiance descended from Heaven, from the glorious triune God—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—and became boundless daylight.
Wherever it passed, all the lava froze in place.
The lava that had been about to surge into the sea and engulf Sicily's residents stopped dead, as though it had solidified in an instant. Only the scorching heat rolling off it reminded them that the molten rock had never cooled.
The people who had escaped death knew at once that they had been saved. One by one, they devoutly made the sign of the cross and turned toward Florence, the Angel of Redemption and one of Christianity's three angels present in the world. Countless exquisite little angels surrounded him. Their gazes grew ever more fervent, and tears fell from the eyes of some of the most ardent Believers.
The Lord's messenger had come to save them.
Florence beat his wings and slowly stepped forward. He had once won Lucifer's Game, stabbed the Lord to death, and then been redeemed by Him. The Pope had named him the Angel of Redemption. Angels circled