"Stay away from us, you devil!!!" one of the angels shouted, his voice trembling with both fear and defiance.
With a mixture of amusement and disdain, I watched as another angel attempted to summon a spear of light, his hands shaking with the effort. It was almost laughable how feeble their attempts were in this tainted realm.
Despite the hindrance of their divine powers and the poisonous air surrounding us, their determination was commendable.
Yet, before their efforts could fully materialize, the whip-like tendrils behind me moved with a mind of their own, striking out and piercing the hearts of the four angels who dared to challenge us.
As their bodies fell to the ground, it became evident that my actions were not guided by conscious decision-making. Instead, they seemed to flow from some deeper, primal instinct, a survival mechanism kicking in without my deliberate command.
