Val-Theris Angelicus

The angel king stood on his balcony, staring down at his golden city, his piercing blue eyes and flowing blonde hair catching the light of the sunset. his face is stern, likely from another vision he had; Rohannas, the Angelicus Prime and the king's most trusted friend and soldier, stood beside him, a silent loyalty. It's been quiet for a few days, no news made public about the war with his brother, Val-Oros, the monstrous and cruel king of Korvath. While Val-Theris' radiant, white feathered wings spread wide as he caught the wind under them, those who have seen Val-Oros know that his are an ashen color, alight with never extinguishing flames. Their father, Valor, was a god who had broken himself into two halves, meant to rule together when guided by the light. But Val-Oros had grown too cruel, his light more like a fire, raging and bloodthirsty, whereas Val-Theris' light was guiding and protective. Those under Val-Oros' rule were tortured and murdered for fun. But those under Val-Theris' rule had grown complacent and haughty.

Val-Theris paces around his study, parchments scattered around as Rohannas spied on the city for him.

Rohannas enters, just as Val-theris has another vision, his nose bleeding and head pounding as he comes to.