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"I've cleansed you.” XD says in satisfaction. “Not a trace of rot remains. You’re pure now, and so I send you to those who are not.”
Punz reaches up and stretches his arms over his head, opens his wings wide until the feathers seem to reach from end to end of the island they stand upon. The hunger gnaws at his belly like a living thing.
“What do you want me to do?”
XD grins with the void of his face.
“Make them fear me.”
Punz was once a sacrifice, now he’s an angel. Their god gave them wings, inexhaustible hunger, and a single mission: make them fear. So he wanders.
He makes a few friends, a few enemies, and he searches to fill the craving that never wanes. Water, wine, blood itself…anything is edible as long as it’s holy. Punz meets the holy and the sinful and the mundane, all in pursuit of something to lessen the famine in his stomach.
He is an angel, and he hunts.
