His statement invited gasps to ring out into the silence following his words.
Some of the angels in the crowd turned their gaze to him, ice cream still smeared on his lip.
Ratella gripped the pommel of Excalibur sensing nothing good would happen after this.
"A six winged freak with an emerald eye, he is the harbinger of our destruction. If left unchecked he'll reduce Scepter to ashes. One of the dogs the choir has sent for us after we slay the freak we'll march onwards to the choir's doorstep." shouted Roda, a deep hatred filling his eyes.
The guards on the stage pointed their weapons towards his direction invoking more glares to fall upon him.
The many angels around him distanced themselves leaving him isolated from everyone else.
His wings being clear to see for the citizens.
"Kill this freak, my loyal guards." ordered Roda causing the guards to drop down into the newly formed circle, its border being made of angels.
Ratella didn't realise the unrest was this wide spread across the Kathoros and the traitors forming were so open to displaying their rebellion.
He positioned his wings upwards with his hands assuming a position of surrender.
"I am no freak, I may have six wings but I can promise I am not the harbinger of your destruction."
"Silence, you'll die by my hand freak." spat one of the encroaching guards, Ratella withdrew his application of surrender deciding the only outcome to be bloodshed.
He knew these guards couldn't break the guard of his wings so decided a more aggressive and outlandish approach.
"Oh, kind Roda Fate. If you surrender to me and offer your head I'll give your people mercy. I came here to assassinate you after all." declared Ratella giving back the Baron some of the poison he spat his way.
"Ha, that's a funny offer little Devil but I'll have to decline. You are weak, you may have six wings but I can still see your form making you no better than a two winged angel."
"That's not true and a common misconception about me. You can see me because I do not wish to hide my body like others I know."
Ratella avoided a slash from one of Roda's guards, returning the attack in full, impacting with the blade of another guard.
Shattering the guard's sword, his superior strength and weapons being no match to the recycled garbage they wield.
His sword took the damage causing him to drop to the floor unharmed but deeply shaken.
Ratella distanced himself from the guards who were stunned at the sight of their comrade being defeated so easily. He didn't wish to kill men just following orders even if their intelligence lacked to see that the order was foolish.
"I'll ask again, my good sir. Will you surrender your life to me in exchange for your people's lives?"
"Do not yield just because he knocked one of you down. Second and third teams engage, crush this Devil between your heels." shouted Roda, the dazed soldiers regaining their senses pointing their weapons back at Ratella deciding their fate.
War cries came from his right and left multiple winged soldiers charging down at him from the skies.
Before the soldiers reached Ratella, he tried a last ditch effort at saving the soldiers lives and his mind from the burden murder puts upon it.
"Lower your weapons, I don't want to harm you." shouted Ratella but his pleas for non aggression fell on deaf ears not being heard by the guards barreling towards him.
"Ha, ha. They'll never listen to a Devil now die quietly before me."
Deciding there to be no other option than to clear a path towards the Baron using violence as his words had fallen through.
Ratella charged towards the guards in front of him, slicing them down one by one at an alarming speed. His movements precise and graceful, looking like a well practiced dance embodying nothing but death.
The many corpses of the once lively guards lay scattered at his feet, the other looking at him with primal horror and fear quivering within their eyes.
His silver garb was painted crimson and Excalibur blade was now emitting a crimson hue under the moonlight highlighting the surrounding corpses.
"What are you doing? Kill the Devil he's just slaughtered your friends. What other motivation do you need?" commanded Roba, his hands quivering with a newfound fear and uncertainty.
Ratella flew up onto the stage standing directly behind the man impaling the two guards at his hip with his wings before flicking them off into the crowd.
Blood spattered onto the crowd causing their once calm demeanor to shift into a panic running and flying to get away from the stage trampling over the less fortunate who fell down in the chaos.
"Wait! We can talk about this. I'm sorry you're not a devil. Please let me live! I'll give you anything I have!" pleaded Roba collapsing to his knees being deserted by his once loyal guards and citizens.
"I didn't want to kill those guards, their blood is on your hands."
Ratella bent down in front of the poor excuse for an angel being reduced to tears stained with the odor of urine. He put his face next to the man's ear.
"I'll let you live if you can slay the Primordial Light for me." whispered Ratella. The man's face lit up with newfound hope before being cast down into oblivion.
"You ask me to kill a God, I can't even stand proud in the face of my death."
"Yes, you are quite pathetic. I suppose I was asking too much of you." said Ratella before snapping the strings of life encompassing the pitiful angel.
His lifeless body slumped to the ground, a grievous wound lining his chest.
He gripped the scuff of his collar, throwing his body high into the air above the stage. Diverting the divinity in his body to his wings making them razor sharp, he slashed with his four wings clipping the Baron's wings and taking his limbs with them.
Blood rained down from the sky after this act painting him and the surrounding area crimson.
A single boy stood in the once populated area watching the horrific sight unfold before his eyes shivering with fear, the ice cream in his hand dropping to the floor.
Ratella pretended to not notice the boy flying off to one of the roofs far away from the town square dropping down onto a balcony.
Blood still dripped from his clothes staining the marble flooring below him.
"Did I go too far?" thought Ratella, his actions weighing heavy on his mind. His savagery when killing Roda was unnatural and not what he intended to do in the first place. Roda's death was supposed to be clean but an uncontrollable joy began to creep over his senses as he cut down the guards.
"Was I enjoying killing?" asked Ratella to himself out loud, the ecstasy and excitement he felt unsettling him.
He knew killing would be a part of his plot to save Luna, seeing it as a necessary component to his war against the Primordial Light.
The feeling he expected was one of guilt or detachment from suffering, not a sense of joy and excitement at the promise of more bloodshed.
His mind is still dancing with delight after the horrific acts he committed and the expectation of more renewed this feeling.
"Am I a monster?" asked Ratella into the night sky looking towards the moon looming overhead searching its boundless surface for the answers he seeks.