Aestrea's grip tightened again.
CRRRRSHHHHHHHHHHH!!
Another wing tore free from Alen's back, feathers scattering like broken fragments of divinity.
Blood gushed in thick streams, soaking into the ground. The angel's shriek tore through the air, raw and guttural, a sound of pure despair.
"AAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
He thrashed helplessly, his body convulsing as if his very essence was unraveling.
The once proud warrior of heaven now lay trembling in the dirt, sobbing through clenched teeth, broken.
Aestrea let the second wing fall to the ground with a dull thud, his glowing eyes looking as calm as ever.
He raised his foot above Alen's face, his expression unreadable, as his smile widened lightly.
"Now…" His voice was calm, almost gentle. "…what happens if I smash your head like an insect?"
His foot began to descend, but then...
FWOOOOOOOOM!!!
A deafening roar split the sky as a pillar of golden light shot down from the heavens.