A dozen towering archangels sat frozen around their glowing council table, staring through the dimensional rift in absolute shock. Rudy leaned back against his dark crystal throne with a relaxed posture, enjoying the profound confusion radiating from the supposedly supreme beings.
The Grand Archangel situated at the head of the table finally recovered his wits. He stood up to his full height, his six pristine wings flaring out behind him in a display of blinding white light.
"Blasphemy!" the Grand Archangel roared, his voice echoing across the marble halls of the Citadel. "You dare breach the Divine Sanctum? We will burn your very soul for this transgression!"
Rudy sighed and rested his chin on his knuckles.
"I have zero interest in your empty threats," Rudy stated smoothly. "I am here for the rent. I will accept your most prized divine artifact as the first month's payment. Hand it over right now, and I will let you keep your feathers."
