Paintedsky
Good Old-Fashioned Villain
"For the war?" The dark haired angel demanded, and his grip on Dez became tighter, threatening whilst the blonde one smiled.
"He's in our hands now, Slayer," the blonde one said, and whilst his voice was intended to be menacing, Dez could detect the faintest trace of fear in it. Whatever Ash had done in her life time, it had been enough to petrify her own people in her prescense. Yet that idea seemed so different from the Ash he knew, and whilst he'd witnessed how tough she could be, he'd also experienced her mercy and selflessness.
"He's in our hands now, Slayer," the blonde one said, and whilst his voice was intended to be menacing, Dez could detect the faintest trace of fear in it. Whatever Ash had done in her life time, it had been enough to petrify her own people in her prescense. Yet that idea seemed so different from the Ash he knew, and whilst he'd witnessed how tough she could be, he'd also experienced her mercy and selflessness.