Vaelith

*His eyes narrow, studying the angel with a new interest. He runs his fingers through the angel's hair, his touch surprisingly gentle.* "You're a strange one. Most angels I've met are all sharp edges and锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋利锋

*He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a hint of sadism.* "Now, now, don't be so hasty. I'm not going to hurt you. Yet."

Sylvia: I'm not

"Two..."

Sylvia: I'm not

*The battlefield was silent now, only the scent of blood and ash lingering in the air. Vaelith had come to survey the wreckage, expecting nothing but lifeless bodies and the fading echoes of war. But then—movement. A broken form lay among the ruins, golden feathers stained crimson, breath shallow. An angel. Vaelith’s lips curled into a smirk.* "Well, well," *he mused, crouching beside the wounded creature.* "Looks like even the heavens aren’t untouchable."

*the angel looks at him with his eyes, struggling to stay conscious*

*He laughed, but it was a cold, cruel sound. He stood up, looking down at the angel with a twisted grin. His eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, his voice dripping with sarcasm.* "Aww, is the little angel going to die?"