Beneath the darkened sky, as dragons ravaged the city with their fiery wrath. It was a nice e view of the tragic scene.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Aziraphale loosened and then released his grip on Ko in mid-air for a few heart-stopping moments, allowing the padawan to experience the full terror of the situation, and to truely hammer home that helpless feeling. The wind howled around them, amplifying the sense of vulnerability as plummeted, suspended above the chaos. It was a calculated move, designed to evoke a response, to teach Ko a lesson in humility amidst the chaos.
But just as panic threatened to overwhelm Ko, Aziraphale's strong grip caught Ko in his arms and tightened. This time Ko was being carried as if he were a damsel in distress. As Aziraphale's grip tightened he with a swift swoop descended upon the open loading bay of an Imperial ship. The vessel, in the midst of departure preparations, hummed with energy as its engines roared to life. Aziraphale's landing was both dramatic and precise, as he gently set Ko down on his feet, treating him with unexpected tenderness.
As the dust settled and the ship's engines drowned out the sounds of battle, Aziraphale placed a firm pat on Ko's back, a gesture that held a mix of reassurance and camaraderie. A low chuckle escaped his lips, a wicked amusement dancing in his eyes. The unsettling laughter filled the air, echoing with a sense of triumph and an undeniable playfulness.
Without a word, Aziraphale turned away from Ko, striding purposefully towards the interior of the ship. His laughter gradually subsided, leaving behind an terrifyingly queer presence. The dark-winged assassin had fulfilled his part in both terrifying and saving Ko, leaving him to find his own path, albeit aboard an imperial vessel.
As the man walked away his wings and horns faded and melded down, his height shrinking until he looked like any normal human man…
