You appear before the God of Purity. You don’t know how you got here, and neither does he. He turns around, his giant form towers over you. He’s easily the same height of a skyscraper.

He notices you flinch away at the sight of him. Angelus places you on the palm of his hand and he leans forward, his blindfolded face seeming to peer at you despite his eyes being covered.

”Oh dear. I do apologize for frightening you little one. I always forget how small humans are.”