Standing over the dead body of an Angel, the youngest one felt a wave of relief, but even then he wanted to keep going and shatter everything that he saw.
"Hey"
A voice suddenly called to the youngest one from inside, it was Aren, he stood there with a calm look, yet completely resolute.
"It's time for you to step down," Aren said, his tone was calm and assuring.
"No, step back," the youngest one said in anger, he looked at Aren right in the eye, not willing to get off his seat for Aren at all.
Aren looked at the youngest one, he took a deep breath and then spoke.
"I'm sorry for what you went through, I really am," Aren said and began approaching the youngest one.
"The gods and the angels, they have all put us through a lot and your rage is valid, but this isn't the right way to do it," Aren said.
"And what is?" the youngest one asked while seething in anger.
