The previous Sun God, who had already fallen, possessed a particularly unusual signature skill: creating angels.
He could turn all manner of things into angels—from gods to birds and beasts. So long as He wished it, there was nothing that could not be fitted with a pair of wings and thereby gain the template of a legendary creature.
It was rather like certain illustrators Sui Xiong had seen before his transmigration. No matter how beautiful a female character was, they loved adding a certain mysterious special organ around her crotch, giving rise to the famous "Lucifer, please accept my soul!" school, as well as the diametrically opposed "Get the futa out!" school.
Incidentally, Sui Xiong himself was a fence-sitter who swung whichever way the wind blew. When he was in a good mood, he drew proper stuff; when he was in a bad mood, he would also draw girls with XX—of course, even when he was in a good mood, if a paying client was willing to offer enough, he did not mind drawing it once in a while.
For illustrators, integrity was something that could absolutely be sold, provided the price was right. After all, matters concerning cultured people were terribly refined. Hehehehe.
Of course, there were some principles that could not be sold. Sui Xiong had a friend who could paint pictures as realistic as photographs, yet lived in dire straits. Later, someone recruited him to create political propaganda that smeared his country and people. Without a moment's hesitation, that friend cursed the person out and directly reported the contact.
Sui Xiong would have done much the same.
That was a digression; back to the point. Sui Xiong had also obtained this technique from the previous Sun God's legacy, but he had no interest in creating a flock