Metatron space control

The spheres rotating above my hand stopped in place for an instant and flashed forward, hitting and erasing most of his head. Pointless, perhaps, given the obvious lack of anything vital in there—but it was well worth it to shut him up.

Malkuth’s body rocked for a moment and then began to run even without a head—straight towards Raven, who’d slowed after the Lovers had vanished. Even so, I could see a blade humming in her hands, trying to make up the difference with Dust.

I didn’t chase after him. I didn’t bother. Instead, I simply held out a hand to my side—and his fist made contact with it, stopping just short of Raven. On contact with his skin, the flesh of my hand seemed to dissolve, revealing nothing but pure white light in its stead, and flecks of burning flesh began to rise from Malkuth’s hand.

“Don’t,” I said and we were twenty meters away from Raven. “I’m not the same as I was back then—I won’t let you touch the people I care about again.”