She was planning something big for her fellow angels and it was the only reason she needed them with their wings. For now at least. She had since learnt to just deal with Ky and his fetish for ripping the wings off angels lest it cause an argument that lasted a few days and well she was getting way too tired of them. So when the time was right she’d let him loose but for now she had to keep that ball and chain in place.

The archangel was also someone who felt things differently so she wasn’t as accustom to the mood he was going through right now but she was at least attempting to lift it before she decided to just call it a day and simply leave him to do what he needed to get back to himself. She didn’t care what it took, she just was getting a bit annoyed with the stuck in the mud version of him.

She hums softly as she observes the fleeting smile. ❝ Not all of them need to live, as long as at least one gets the message. ❞ She hums softly before moving. Her version of ending the conversation.

_{the thing about messages was that no more than one needed to understand it. a reason to why he was going to leave one alive. just one. that way, what would be done to them would echo through hell as not just a statement, but a reminder.}

_{ky may not have been in the best of moods, but this would change it. it had to. if not for getting to do something specifically for lucifer,  it would do with the fact he would get to take out his frustrations on someone. so, in truth, it was a win-win.} 

_{“oh, trust me,” he mused. “someone will get the message, you can be sure of that.” or, rather, he hoped as much. for now, he would just attempt to get in a better mood, and the best way to do that was take everything out on traitors.}