"Vile...creature."
A celestial, different from the others of his fallen kin, stood alone in a field filled with their dead bodies, their blood having formed a river of harrowing stench, their limbs decorating it like dead fish rising to the surface.
The celestial possessed two pairs of wings, different from the lone pair possessed by the others. The celestial also looked to be of age. His appearance was like that of an old man, at least by human standards. He had a beard as old as time and hair as white as milk.
Aged wrinkles covered his face, evidence of the wisdom he had garnered during his life, but all of it couldn't help him now.
He was missing an arm, his cuirass was destroyed beyond recognition, his armor, once woven out of white silk as strong as steel, was reduced to rags.
He barely managed to stand, and could no longer use most of his abilities. He could not even lift his spear.
