Alas, neither of the lights seem to work. There's flares, perhaps, but it does nothing to illuminate the mineshaft.

Those fingers dig in deeper, but it's only a matter of seconds before bless hits them hard. There's a singing sound, and the shaft fills with the scent of burned flesh; within an instant, they disappear.

For the moment.

Better make sure Aziraphale doesn't bleed out, huh, boys?