I Swear by My Angelic Rank

"That's impossible. Even the purest light would be tainted by fallen energy. It couldn't possibly remain completely unharmed. Who exactly are you?" Baldasar demanded loudly.

Angel's Power could not resist corruption, but darkness could. The filth that made other angels keep their distance was, to Russell, nothing more than a minor issue solved by switching modes and changing skins.

"What does that have to do with you? Right now, I'm asking the questions and you're answering. Tell me everything you know!" Russell twisted the foot planted on Baldasar's face.

He would never do something as stupid as voluntarily explaining his abilities.

Had no one noticed? From movies and games to comics and novels, countless villainous bosses had died because they explained their own abilities.

Learn from the mistakes of those before you!

With those predecessors—no, those cautionary examples—as a warning, Russell would never ramble on about his abilities.

Even if he did say something, he would make it up on the spot.

"Hahaha, I won't tell you. Kill me. I won't tell you anything." With death looming over him, Baldasar became unexpectedly defiant.

Russell sneered coldly. He bent down, grabbed Baldasar by the head, and lifted him up. His golden eyes met Baldasar's. "Devil, was I too gentle? Is that why you think I'm easy to talk to?"

The wings behind his back spread outward. Light sliced through Baldasar's limbs like lasers, and amid his screams, Russell tightened his fingers until Baldasar's skull began to crack.

"I'm not like the angels you know. I don't mind if my wings turn black, if necessary..."

Halfway through his sentence, thick darkness extended from Russell's back, gradually staining the Wings of Light black. His golden eyes twisted into darkness as well, the black spreading across the whites until his entire eye sockets were