"So its true then, there is no hope?" The old man and his friends gazed with yearning at the impassive Gates. Micheal regarded the unfortunates with undisguised pity. A queue of similar individuals snaked into the distance. He shook his head. "I am sorry, you each had your chance but I dont make the rules. If only you had not insisted on proof ..." He closed the Book. Spiritfire rent the firmament and blazed as a pyre around the faithless. "Give your regards to my brother." Their cries were heard, plummeting earthwards, until the last echo was swallowed by the void.