@xiaolnbrothrs asked: “So, that was the most fucked-up thing I’ve ever seen…” ( xiaolnbrothrs | Dojo @ Clay )
Clay stared at the crater left behind by the Heylin demon (or whatever it was, both Raimundo and Omi were better with what these things were called than he was), the smoldering remains of trees dotting the charred ground.
He’d like to say it had just been fire, but it hadn’t been. Though he wasn’t much of a church-going man, he was still aware that most angels weren’t supposed to be as they were portrayed on greeting cards and Renaissance art. There was one kind called a Seraphim that was supposed to be all eyes and faces and wings, horrors to behold, so much so that the human mind wasn’t supposed to be able to perceive them correctly or risk insanity. Something like that, at least. This had been sort of like that, but each eye had three sets of eyelids that blinked in different directions, each face contorted in such a way that, if it had bones, they’d all be broken in half a dozen places at least, and the wings were like if acid could cling to a skeletal structure, then vomit.
“You can say that again, amigo,” he answered, and reached up to extinguish the bit of fire on the brim of his hat.
