"Heir to the god of death," came a whisper from the lightning, "-or should I say, the current god of death," vailed in a whitened hue, an unknown figure walked. Medium hair held by a crystal-colored crown. The face of a lady with the body of a man walked with the grace that seemed to be angelic. One could almost mistaken the aura for a pair of wings, wings from a fallen angel.
"Who are you?" he asked with a frown.
"Angel Hamael," came a reply accompanied by a glare at Rull who recoiled.
"Heh," crackled the supposed dragon, "-we were used and you were framed, the god of death, we were dec-" a bolt of lightning grazed past Staxius's cheek and left a wound. Behind, the bolt landed with an explosion of which had many fumbled. The ground shook on impact.
'What…' side-glanced Intherna. Rull was gone, a charred body of black and smoke.
