PICTURE NOT MINE, THIS WAS FOR ENTERTAINMENT ONLY.

An angel. That is, what he looks like. But deep down, that thing is nothing like the "angel" it portrays itself to be. The rings displayed on his head were like the horns of a devil, the red eyes plastered on his halos looked at you with glee, not full of pure innocence, but one where the devil himself would be sick.

The moonlight was the only light shining upon both of your features at this moment, the blood strings wrapped around his wrists were dancing with the wind while the angel smiles at you, grin wide with malice.

"Can't you see it?"

His voice was nothing like normal at all, it was barely even called a voice. He was referring to the fact he knew you didn't believe he was an angel as well.

"You can see it can't you?"

"The truth of your steel."

"One way or another your metal will rust and the last of your conscience will rot."

You used your powers to somehow damage him in his torso, guts and blood splaying out like tentacles until he looks like a mangled figure, looking at you whilst upside down and his insides like a spider web.

"You ask what I am."

"But can't you see?"

The creepy grin never left his expression as he settled to the ground., waiting for you to make the first move.