"… How long are you just going to watch while hiding there, my brother?"
Lucifer's voice rolled across the abyss like a mocking hymn.
At once, the other Sins stiffened. Their gazes sharpened, unease flickering in the depths of eyes that had seen the rise and fall of creation itself.
They knew.
They all knew.
For though they had fallen, though their wings had been blackened and their halos shattered, memory still chained them to their former selves. Once, before hunger, before rage, before corruption... they had been angels.
Lucifer, the Brightest, who reached for the throne when the Creator vanished, only to be cast down by Fate itself.
Leviathan, once the vigilant guardian, now writhing with envy of the Creator's unreachable perfection.
Satan, once Heaven's fiercest warrior, is now the embodiment of fury without end.
Belphegor, the brilliant inventor of Heaven, whose genius curdled into apathy and ruin.
