"That asshole! I'll kill him!" Valentino flew lopsidedly through pentagram city, not used to his now small form. After a deal gone wrong, he had been turned into an actual moth, about the size of a Chihuahua and utterly useless for all of his strengths. The heart shaped patterns on his fuzzy wings shook in the wind when a young sinner hit his form with a rock, sending him to the ground. "That brat! She's dead!" Despite the overlords declarations and power, in the form he was in all anyone could notice was a strangely chirping moth with a gold tooth.