Viva La France, Mourir En France (Open to all)

A roar. Screams. Sounds of bloodshed. The perpetrator? A creature that called itself ArchAngel. The victims? Three muggers who chose a bad target. ArchAngel had been out hunting for sinners to devour. ArchAngel stood over their bloody corpses, its armor, a beautiful white and gold, stained dark with their blood.

"SINNERS. THOU SOUGHT TO TAKE FROM OTHERS EARNED THAT WHICH WAS NOT EARNED THYSELF! FOR THIS, I HEREBY CONDEMN THY SOULS TO BE DEVOURED!"

The zealotus Kishin Egg took their souls, and did swallow them. TASTY. His other, the weak Feraldo, though that the souls of others tasted bad. ArchAngel did not understand why. THE POWER, THE CONVICTION!

Turning, the angelic monster began his walk. More. He needed more! And there was no shortage of sinners in this world.

Of course, ArchAngel considered almost everyone a sinner. After all, he was quite batshit.

Walking, ArchAngel searched the back alleys for victims.