Double Paired wing Angel: Therion
A voice, smooth and chilling, with a pristine British accent, broke the silence right by Enel's ear, "I know, right? My dear feathered siblings do seem to be losing dreadfully, don't they?"
Enel spun, startled. He had heard the voice so close it felt as if the speaker's lips brushed his ear. His reaction was instant; he leapt back like a cat with its tail stepped on, landing several meters away with his hands raised defensively. His eyes fell on the newcomer.
Suspended in the air as though perched on an invisible chair, an angel sat in serene calm, sipping tea from a porcelain cup held delicately between two fingers.
He was unlike any angel Enel had seen; instead of the usual two wings, he bore two pairs, each feather shimmering with an ethereal glow that pulsed gently, almost hypnotically. His manner was unhurried, entirely unaffected by the brutal carnage unfolding in the arena below.