Uriel's knees were shaking and he gulped. He his trailed from the legs up to Nakir's head, he had to crank his neck backwards only to see his face. How in the hell did Nakir get this big?
"Do you see now little brother?" Nakir said and threw his hands up in the air. "I am Hell's Titan King."
Uriel let out an irritated gruff. The size of Nakir was intimidating but he had to stand his ground. His eyes went to the wings, they were the size of skyscrapers and if they had to beat… He would easily wipe them out of this realm.
"That does not make you the true King." Uriel said and took another few steps back, "What do you have to proof? You are my brother."
Nakir cocked his head to the left. What did he have to proof? His Creator had forsaken him and banished him to the land of fire and brimstone. He had fell in to the trap of mortal emotions while falling head over heels for the angelic girl his brother loved.
