"Your Master has long since forgotten all of you, so why do you uselessly defend a Legacy that was abandoned by the one who made it?" the face continued, the crackling of thunder worsening. "I'm different from him. I want to bring what you defend to greater heights. Just peacefully hand over the Mark of the Outer God and make this easy for all of us."
The Six-Winged Seraphim's face contorted in fury as his aura rolled out in the form of oppressive energy tendrils.
SHA! SHA! SHA!
Three identical sets of wings suddenly sprouted from the Six-Winged Seraphim's back as his furious shouts shattered whole layers of space:
"You actually have the nerve to speak of peace when you took advantage of our Master's kindness in raising you up from nothing! Without him, you'd still be stealing steamed buns as a scrawny lowlife!!"
