Amaterasu leaned back on her massive floating pillow of smoke, then turned on her stomach to peer down at the raging battle between Eris and the fallen gods.
Her eyes burned like two radiant suns, shining brightly in the darkness like priceless gems. The archons behind her slowly moved and took their stances at her sides, ready to charge at a single breath.
Almost all angels worked the same, and archons were the most extreme. They are born from their god's divine magic, and have one goal in their mind: to serve their god's goals and whims.
Many people misunderstood angels, thinking they are forces of good, but that couldn't be further from the truth. They are bound by their god's belief.
Right and wrong don't matter to the archons; they don't care about what people think or say or how they look. The only thing they care about is pleasing their goddess, and so they act upon her will.
They were ready to jump into battle and spread their goddess's light upon this lightless world.
