Luxyn
The Fallen Angel Luxyn None (a.k.a. Lux)
Luxyn sighed quietly to herself as she held a glass ball within her right hand while sitting in her throne, eyeing the piece curiously she starts humming herself. "Such a beautiful craft.. it's amazing how something so small can hold it's own grace is it not?" the woman questioned as she peered up with her sapphire spheres, her gaze now focusing for another who was present in the room with her. "But any life is fragile." Lux states while clutching harder against the orb in her hand the edges starting to crack and shatter "I'm not one for failure, or tolerating it." a faint snarl etched itself into her features as the pieces sat broken in the palm of her hand, now with light blood dripping down the edges.
As she tried to burry the anger, she brought her opposite arm up; then pointed each of her fingers forward so they pointed straight ahead to her target. Light forming at each of the fingers tips, a beam of energy shot forward and a faint yell echoed within her chambers as the being seemingly 'vanished', their ashes settling on the ground in a small pile, like leaves or dirt.
The Angel sat back down and places each of her hands on either side of her seat, using the armrests for comfort before moving to stare up towards the cieling of her room.
"Well, I guess it's true what they say. If you want something done right..while I don't like entering the stage this early, it must be time."
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