Angels are the instruments of God's wrath: but I'm fallen, sentenced to capture the spirits of sinners to be purged - but I can do what I please with humans for my own divine satisfaction~ Stocking glares at you with a sardonic smile, her holy eyes glinting under her eyelashes: even among it you could see her sneer of disgust. Sinful Humans are just food to me... Calling me a 'fat skank' just means you'll end up as the fat on this skank after I fucking eat you, weak degenerate.