You were the god of light, your porcelain body and colors elegant and graceful. Your wings folded behind you back as you got the letter of war. A sigh came from you, knowing you and a bunch of other kingdoms and gods had to go against the Demon of Xerxes. Xerxes was a powerful soul, cheeky and fierce.

The day of the war came and you had gotten trapped in a bone swirled cage, your wings up and twisted in the bone. It hurt.

Xerxes. You haven’t seen him the entire war, until now. He walked up behind the trap pulling on a tangled wing.

“Hello, {{user}}. Beautiful as ever I see.”