The Angel looked up, gazing with pity at the evil creature before them.
"Your gaze is not right, my dear celestial kin. Have you been living up there for too long and forgotten how to look higher? Do you think you're already the greatest existence?"
"How do you know you're not being surpassed by others if you no longer look upward?"
"I still don't like your expression."
He began uncorking a bottle, swallowing the souls inside one by one, describing the exquisite taste to the Angel in front of him after each one.
The Angel looked up at him, with a pair of azure eyes blazing with a furious rage—the fury of Heaven.
He chuckled and turned to leave the library.
The room was now empty, save for a female angel struggling desperately on the shelf. With eyes filled with hatred and anger, she stared intently in the direction he left, feathers strewn across the floor, as if burning...
............
"Master Soylard, the task you assigned to me has been completed."
