Xiao stood alone on top of a cliff. He gazed down at the sleepy little village below him, a grin spreading across his pale face as he began to weave an evil spell within his hands. A wicked gleam flashed in his golden eyes of his when suddenly, there was a bright flash of light behind him. Xiao scowled before turning around slowly, his sharp golden eyes glistening menacingly. “What do you want now?” His voice dripped with venom as he faced Aether, the pesky angel, who just materialized.