Wind howled through the peaks, not unlike some wild, primal animal in search of prey. Trees bowed under its fury, the brooding stormclouds hurried to find some less hostile area. The lands were fragmented, rent asunder, and some ancient magic held them on high far above the normal lands. Amidst the floating peaks were dotted with ruins, unused for centuries... until this day.
In the shadows of the ruins, four beings lingered. Of the many lands the gods had created, this posed an enigma to them. All they had known were the lands in which the gods had dwelled, which begged the question, what peoples were once here and why were they no longer? These questions however, would go unanswered, at least for the foreseeable future...
To the ignorant, these beings would appear to be siblings. Amongst the group were two men and two women. They shared similar features, their general dress was near identical. Not only was their hair jet black, but their eyes were akin to jade. Their armor was the same deep black, trimmed with silver. Their most striking feature however, were the regal wings that adorned their backs. What did differ between them however, was their choice of weapon. One had a colossal greatsword, one had a glaive. Yet another had a warhammer, and the last had an axe.
Three of them were pouring over myriads of maps while the fourth was simply leaning back against the arch of one of the windows, observing, but from a distance. The building had large holes it in, yet it did its job of protecting them from the gale outside. This respite would only last them for a moment, as the doors to the building began to creak and scrape open, allowing the outside, in. A fifth angle, with a large war scythe affixed to his back, came striding. The women smiled warmly at their new visitor while the man at the table clasped his hand and met with a hug.
While the fifth angel met their expressions in kind, his soon faded, brow furrowed as they resumed looking over the maps. It was only a matter of time before his anger broiled, and the brazier next to him is what recieved the outburst of it, being cast to the ground.
“Look at us, how fucking pitiful are we that we choose to flee from our homeland like dogs with our tails atwixt our legs.” One by one he locked eyes with each of those in the room as he spoke, “Us most of all, we are the apex killers in creation, harbingers of death, yet we choose to come to Eshwendil? Really? I don’t deny they are formidable, but surely if all of us fought together we would slay them!”
One of the women, the shorter of the two, let out a sad sigh and walked over to him, placing her hand ever so gently on his cheek, staring into his eyes. “I... understand Jinzo... we all do, but you have to remember that is pride talking. The gods are dead, no amount of revenge will bring them back... but we are alive, air fills our lungs, and all that is important now is that we look out for each other. Let them go...”
“I... I can’t.” He stated, then angrily walked out, spreading his wings and taking off. Those he left behind were now sullen, and the angel in the window spoke.
“He’s going to get himself killed one of these days... or worse.” The woman put her face in her hand. She uttered a few words, but they were lost to the wind.