Most angels didn't bleed like the same way demons did. They cracked and crumbled and left nothing behind to tell they were there at all, like dull statues reduced to dust. Once dead, the gentle winds of Purgatorium were enough to wash them away.
But the ones that did spill blood... Flynn realized the stench was the same as that of any other demon he had killed before. He almost laughed at the thought of Jonathan, who was probably somewhere kneeling in front of those disgusting archangels, but thinking of Jonathan made him think of Walter, and that killed any bitter amusement he might have felt.
Glancing at his side, Flynn felt a pang of sadness seeing Lucifer instead of Walter standing there. He believed in what he was fighting for, but he had never felt this lonely in his life before.
[fill] [Shin Megami Tensei IV | Flynn | PG]
Most angels didn't bleed like the same way demons did. They cracked and crumbled and left nothing behind to tell they were there at all, like dull statues reduced to dust. Once dead, the gentle winds of Purgatorium were enough to wash them away.
But the ones that did spill blood... Flynn realized the stench was the same as that of any other demon he had killed before. He almost laughed at the thought of Jonathan, who was probably somewhere kneeling in front of those disgusting archangels, but thinking of Jonathan made him think of Walter, and that killed any bitter amusement he might have felt.
Glancing at his side, Flynn felt a pang of sadness seeing Lucifer instead of Walter standing there. He believed in what he was fighting for, but he had never felt this lonely in his life before.