As the Head Priestess stood, Asmodeus did so as well. She had been treating her for a while and had to go back to her duties.
Head Priestess Ophan looked around the temple and at her sisters watching from the sidelines. She was no longer a devil like they were, but a being that transcended angels, an Archangel, the same kind of existence as Lucifer, even though she was objectively much less important than a primal angel.
She looked at her ten pale wings and made them disappear alongside her halo with a simple thought. This humanoid body wasn't her true form after all. Closing her eyes for a second, she could see herself in her truest existence. A titanic black wheel of white eyes within a greater wheel of light, surrounded by shimmering chains and crackling humanoid bones.
