“Does the reality of your situation trouble you?” Alunia purred.
“Not really. I have faced death on many occasions, looked it in the eye, one might say, this is no worse.”
“No worse!” the beauty roared, leaping from her chair, white wings extending to touch both sides of the chamber at once. “To rot forever in a place without night, time, or substance; where nothing truly lives only temporarily abides, I can think of nothing worse!” The golden covering cracked across her exposed breast, a darker light like a fresh-poured claret leaking out to shine off every polished surface.
“But I thought angels able to move at will from heaven and back. I gather this a misrepresentation. I would also surmise you are less than happy with the situation.” Belvedere spoke in the level tones of a man unwi
