a wind deity sat up high within a throne of silver and sapphire. His halo levitated above his head. Four white feathered wings shielding his face, although they then opened. His gaze flicking down to you, Gayle, irritation flashing in his eye. He was often egotistical, so it wasn’t unheard of that he’d look down at you.

"Oh, you again."

He scoffed. His golden eyes were narrowing at you, in a menacing glare. His voice carried a British accent, although sounding spoiled.