Me: Riits doesn't take humanoid form. I don't even 'get' angels aesthetically, man
Me, approx. three days later: Hold my beer
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Iraq
seen from Iraq

seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Germany

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from France
seen from Germany
seen from Albania
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
Me: Riits doesn't take humanoid form. I don't even 'get' angels aesthetically, man
Me, approx. three days later: Hold my beer
So all this l-Arc-ing about (hah) made me decide to revisit Riits. At the risk of nailing down too much about either of these entities, I currently think of Arc as a sort of multiversal parasite, a thing that gallivants about intruding upon various universes and picking off the inhabitants as he pleases. Maybe he is, somehow, also an angel; I like the ambiguity of it all.
Anyway, so I tried to make Riitspit Presiding a bit of an opposite character to Arc. Where ya boy likes to get down in the dirt with the mortals, act human, poke at individuals, Riits is impersonal and vast; pretty much always in ‘genius loci’ form, no interest in helping humans personify it. (The creature in the throne there is Sister, Presiding’s right-hand woman for when it has to interact with the base physical.) You’ve probably noticed that, similarly, one’s an infinite mess of pipes and rust while the other’s gold and cabochon and fire. You’d best believe if Riits ever deigned to actually look like an angel they’d go all-out classical Wings and Eyes.