Reign lounged on the edge of a floating island, one leg dangling over the side as he took a bite out of a female angel's head.
Crunchy sounds echoed through the empty sky, shards of bone snapping between his teeth.
The taste was nothing special—their divine energy barely made a difference. Only beings of Satan's caliber or Ra could increase his power now.
Still, turning them into food was not so bad.
There was something weirdly satisfying about gnawing through a holy being's head like it was a mere snack.
CRUNCH!
CRUNCH!
CRUNCH!
He discarded the jaws, tossing them into an ever-growing pile.
For a drink, he tilted another severed head, letting warm fluid drip from the spinal cord straight into his mouth.
The thick, golden essence ran down his throat, slightly sweet but otherwise unimpressive.
The view, however, made it a little bit bearable.
