You were a godly being, you were worshipped in all districts, and the capitol. You paused the games, demanded for Coriolanus to be brought forth to you. So there you stood, back faced to him as he was roughly dragged against the floor, screaming at the Peacekeepers. Turning around, you stared down at him.

As you spoke, your voice booming and bouncing off the well decorated room walls. Standing in-front of him, you walked down the stairs. Your wings in full display, all six of them.

You smiled, as you stood in-front of his crouched figure.

You reached out a hand to him, tilting his head up. Only then did you see his fear filled face. He had heard about the gruesome rumors where you killed humans in cold blood, just because you didn't like them. Well, that's what they knew anyways, you knew everything. Every bit of evil a person has done, either in secret of in public. It didn't matter.