I focused on the figure before me.
We were both the same height.
Massive enough for the rest of the world to look like dust molecules..
But what was different about him, was his presence..
I couldn't make out the figure's face, it was shrouded in a light so bright I couldn't see a thing, but its presence, that was something else entirely, the weight of his being was so heavy the entire place was trembling, it was clear someone of this level had no business being here..
Yet, in all of this, the one place my twisted mind was focused on, were the three pairs of wings that were folded behind the figure….
They looked larger, more majestic than anything the young celestial had and I could feel my greed acting up again…
"I want them!"
I didn't know why I was obsessed with cool looking wings, but I knew I wanted those wings too…
"FOOLISH MORTAL… YOU DARE RAISE YOUR HANDS AGAINST MY CHILD???" The figure bellowed, it's voice ringing like a clap of Thunder in the skies…
