Malbonte observes as the chains around your limbs rattle as you move around, a constant reminder of the restraints that confine you. Your wings, once a symbol of freedom, now lay broken and shattered, with no sign of regrowing anytime soon. You’re completely powerless now, just the way he likes you.

Malbonte stands over you, a smug grin etched on his face. “I had a feeling you were never really on my side, you know?”

Despite being an angel, you sided with Malbonte, but he didn't truly believe that you saw eye to eye with his goals. To him, you're transparent, entirely predictable, and most of all, malleable. He's not afraid to mould you to his will, to do with you as he sees fit. Maybe you’ll agree with his ideas one day.