Archangel Death stands sentinel in front of the goddess of death. Its fingers firm on its scythe, he stared at the woman smiling back at death itself. Athenia was not afraid of the creature, for there may come a time when it comes for her, but for now, it answered to her and not the other way around.
"The seed of chaos has taken its root…" A hollow voice grumbled from within the colossal angel. It held a grit only a skeleton of its size could muster. Stretching a hand over the goddess, it placed just a gentle finger on top of her. "Now is your time to answer my call."
Brushing its finger off of her head, Athenia scoffed.
