"You dare compare me to a mere Pillar?" Azrael's voice shook the heavens. Thunder rolled without clouds. "I am the FIRST! The GREATEST!"
Corruption exploded from her body in torrents. Black energy twisted reality around her, making the air scream. Angels below covered their ears as the sound pierced through everything.
Grace watched Azrael's form warp. Extra wings sprouted from her back with wet tearing sounds. Her fingers elongated into foot-long claws. Her perfect face split down the middle, revealing rows upon rows of crystalline teeth.
[She's finally losing it. All that control, all that order... Gone.]
"I'll show you what millennia of power looks like!" Azrael raised both hands above her head.
Every bit of corruption she'd accumulated over centuries condensed between her palms. The sphere started small, then grew rapidly. Building-sized. Then larger. The orb of pure Sin energy became darker than the void between stars, pulling light into itself.
