If a handler is akin to a god for a hound. Then surely it is normal for a hound to think of itself as divine. An angelic messenger enforcing their handlers will unto the ignorant and tainted.
A hound is pure, free of desire other than to please the divine being that controls their every action and feeling.
How could a hound not worship the very ground their handler walks upon. Creating crude shrines to their God out of even the smallest scraps of their handlers belongings. Anything to tie it closer to the one thing that gives them clarity.
A hound is empty, stripped bear and ready to be subsumed by their handlers will. The deliverer of punishment from a being far more powerful than the punished will ever understand.
There are so many beutiful types of angels for a hound to be.
Some gods like their angels empty inside, devoid of life and only knowing action. Receive commands and execute them perfectly.
To fail a god would mean the god is flawed.
And such sacrilege can only be met by decommision.
Some gods like their hounds to be of the people they save.
Bright souls that are full of life. Putting them to the side to serve the lives of others.
Hounds that have a life, freinds, desires. Who freely put it all on wait to help the ones in danger. Who's fighting may result in their end but they do it anyways.
Many a handler prefers their angels fallen.
Destroyed desecrated filth that has fallen from their once grand glory days. When their scores were at their peak and missions were met with rewards. So far now that the hound is hopelessly reliant on the combat stims forced into its system just to keep its heart pumping. A hound that is past its prime. Worn and broken.
Halo dulled to a dim glow and feathers plucked from wings as the hound devolves into broken peices of what was.
But no type of angel is special to any god.
An angel is a fraction of the infinite. There can be as many as the divine desires and it will leave them no less almighty. Why would a god attach themselves to something so insignificant.
So weak compared to the infinite.
All angels will one day fall.
All angels will one day die.
And I couldn't hope for a better fate.
