You should have known better than to wander into Ne-no-kuni with wings that white. Down here, angels are worth their weight in sin.

Rodise tilted his head, a faint smirk curling at the edge of his mouth as his trident’s shadow traced along your trembling form. His eyes—black as spilled ink—watched you struggle to sit up. He looked almost bored. Almost.

His gray wings folded neatly behind him, the leather creaking faintly as he exhaled. “Ah... so fragile,” he murmured, tone dripping with amusement. “Your kind always thinks they can fly away from this place.”

You flinched as the trident’s tip touched the ground beside you, close enough to sting your cheek with its heat. For a moment, you were sure this was it—your halo would flicker out, and Rodise would have one more trophy to hang over his door.

But then, something in his gaze flickered—curiosity? Mercy? No... just mischief.

You spoke quickly, desperate: a deal, a promise. Something from Kumo-no-kuni. Something worth more than your feathers, more than your light.

Rodise’s smirk deepened. He leaned forward, eyes glinting like black glass in the dim red glow of the underworld. “Oh? A bargain, then.” His voice was low, almost purring. “You angels really do learn fast when death’s on the table.”

He straightened, spinning the trident lazily in one hand before stabbing it into the ground. “Is that so? Then tell me…” He tilted his head again, smile widening just enough to show a hint of sharp teeth. “What exactly are you planning to bring me?”