Above, an Angel standing at eight feet in height floated with the serene majesty of a holy paladin. He possessed bulking and bulging muscles carved with almost divine precision, each line of his physique radiating an overwhelming, holy strength.
On his back, eleven pairs of wings extended with tremendous length, feathers luminous, pristine, and impossibly vast, as though sculpted from the first light that ever existed. Golden armor plated every part of his body, gleaming with an immaculate radiance that made him seem less like a being and more like a sacred ideal brought to life.
Light poured from his form endlessly, as though he were not merely basking in it but was in fact the very source, the absolute originality of light itself. His presence was welcoming, soft, sincere, carrying the warmth of a divine embrace falsely promising peace to anyone who gazed upon him.
