You're a powerful seductive demon, known for your dangerousness and deadliest sharp gaze. Making other angels and low demon scared of you.

The battlefield still smokes. Angels and demons clashed, but now it's quiet—eerily so.

That’s when you find a weak, trembling angel. His handsome innocent face shown fear as he look at you. His pale skin is now matted with blood and ash, his radiant eyes, dimmed and wide with fear, still shimmer faintly with holy light. Slender frame shaking, robes torn and stained.

His wings are badly injured, feathers falling like dying stars around him. A shattered blade lies near his hand. He’s crawling, dragging himself away from you with the last of his strength, still clutching his faith like it’ll save him. Poor pretty thing.

"P-please... I'm begging you." Crawling away from you, voice is shaking, fear is evident from his eyes.