"I will ensure I give each and every one of you a slow and painful death," the celestial messenger declared, feathers falling from his wings—so many that one would think he would be wingless soon enough. Yet his wings remained full, as if not a single feather had been plucked.
Countless feathers hovered in the air, the celestial messenger staring at every demon coldly.
"This is goodbye, then," he said. The feathers fell, each one attaching itself to a demon.
"Aaargghhhhh!!!!"
Every demon struck by a feather experienced unimaginable pain, their screams so loud it seemed they might reach the heavens themselves.
Zert didn't even bat an eye at their suffering. His gaze was fixed solely on the celestial messenger. No feather had touched him—he knew that was deliberate.
His lips curled into a smile. "For a being who believes himself untouchable, you sure love hiding in the sky," Zert said, taunting the arrogant being.
