Natasha can't move, far too injured. She is sitting on her buttocks, her right hand holding her mouth while her left arm does not wake up anymore. Her dress is torn and bloody. She looks at the man who has approached her, but she can't say anything to him. Her throat is frozen and trying to speak would kill her. Her heart is pounding, so loud that it is the only thing she can hear. The man has stopped a few steps in front of her, an abominable smile on his face. She doesn't have time to observe him, but his pink and red colors are flashy and the garment fluttering on his shoulders catches her eye. She has no idea who he is or why he is there.

After all, nothing like this has ever happened before.

During her other "lives", this man never arrived after the destruction of the castle. The only attack she experienced was from the woman with the two-colored hair, on May twenty-first.

However, it is currently the 20th of May, one day before this attack.

This man has never appeared before. Never has the castle been destroyed like this.

Natasha doesn't understand what's going on, even

though it's right before her eyes.

Man wearing red and pink: "So fast, aaa~aaanh, I never thought I'd find you, dear bearer!"

He touches his face with his brown gloved hands, pulling the skin from his cheeks. He looks ecstatic. His expression is hideous, as if he is cumming while watching a corpse. It's complicated to explain, but in Natasha's eyes, it's clear: this man is crazy. She doesn't even want to look at him and she wants to flee from his gaze.

However, that's when his eyes notice something.

Her breathing is low and irregular, blood threatening to enter her lungs with each breath. She is in total confusion and her brain is having trouble putting her thoughts together. She tries to understand so many things at the same time that she loses herself. She blinks her eyes and finally observes the features of the man in front of her. His eyes are monstrous and his expression is like an unhealthy ecstasy. She can neither move back, nor advance towards him. To move would require too much effort from her, after all.

... He has…

A clear thought. What she sees on the man's skull appeals to her, but it's mostly because of the color of his eyes.

Her hair is white, so silky and clean, though a bit messy. It falls to her shoulders, but Natasha is not interested.

Their color. White.

And his eyes.

Blood red.

Together, this makes this man—

— A Cursed.

She doesn't need to ask him for confirmation: she knows he's a Cursed. So does she, from the same gene. Natasha's eyes can't take their eyes off his face, yet his expression disgusts her. She saw Oshio's face right in front of her and now she has to look up to a man with a horrible look. She doesn't know what to say and wouldn't dare say anything.

Cursed Man: "Aaa~aaah, that look you're doing, dear...~"

He speaks to her in a noble and polite tone, but Natasha does not doesn't listen to him. Her ears have assumed the explosion, but a constant "beep" goes through her skull, preventing her from thinking and hearing properly.

A... Cursed...?" wonders Natasha. She has never seen a Cursed before; she has always been the only one with such genes. She knew what she really is from her Master Samus, learned about their reputation in books, and had to suffer the consequences from nobles. She had been protected by Master Samus, but she understood, at that moment, that she would never be accepted anywhere else.

This man in front of her is also a Cursed. The first one she meets... is a man so beautiful, but so awful.

Cursed Man: "Time Bearer, may I learn your first name?"

He bends down, which frightens Natasha. She recoils instinctively, but in such a gesture, she doesn't pay attention to herself and forces on her left arm. She cries out in pain and closes her eyes before coughing uncontrollably. The man kneels down in front of her and takes her right hand with a big smile. Tears form in the corner of Natasha's eyes, pain shooting through her senses.

This frightening man: "Oh, miss, to see you suffer is so painful. I could cry about it, I could scream about it!!!"

He shouts his last words and lifts his head as if he is performing a play. Natasha finally stops coughing and opens one eye to look at him. Her hand is still in his, but she doesn't like it. She can't get away or even move her little thumb without hurting herself. Her ears cannot intercept all the words of the strange man, but she has heard his last sentence. For Natasha—

What is he... saying...?

— all of this does not make sense.

He is the one who destroyed the castle in one fell swoop, without even warning and without reason. He is the one who killed Oshio and probably all the other members of the Faction. She opens her eyes wide.

........ Oh......

Milo must be dead, too.

With everything going on before her eyes and in her head, she didn't even think about it. Jiax had been caught in the blast too, but maybe she survived. Nevertheless, the others…

The one with the vulgar smile: "Dear Miss, I beg you, give me your first name."

Natasha's cat ears move. She opens her other eye and looks at the man with a little more attention, without paying any attention to his clothes. His hair and eyes, white and red... He too, a Cursed. She can't believe it. She knows that this is not the time to be amazed, but she finally has someone like her in front of her eyes... Yes, this is a man who disgusts her. A man who killed Oshio. A man who destroyed the castle. A man who does not inspire her confidence. Someone—

...... Natasha...... she thinks. She has no right to wonder now. This man is not here to reassure her or make her feel good- she knows it. Yes, he is a Cursed; so what? Does that make him more beautiful or better in her eyes? The answer is obvious.

Cursed Man: "... Have you lost your speech, dear?"

Natasha: "... I..."

She still doesn't understand where this man came from. Having never seen him in another "life", she doesn't even know why he is there. Previously, only the murderer appeared and killed. Now he, too, is part of the equation…

No, wait... Natasha says to herself. She blinks slowly and her eyes meet directly with the man's. She can't think clearly, but in her brain something clicks. With what the man says, the moment he arrived and what happened just before…

Is it... Natasha doesn't see any other answer. There is no reason for this man to come at such a time, without giving any warning of his arrival. She is so focused that she doesn't even notice a detail about the man.

Natasha: "... Why... are you here...?"

Natasha asks with a shocked air. The man finally hears her voice and opens his mouth wide, but it is impossible for him to answer. He shakes his head and withdraws his hand from the one of the lady. He scratches his hair and makes a smile so big that it is disturbing.

This man...? "I.. I don't believe... I don't believe... !!"

He finally heard the woman's voice—

— And that makes him cry hot tears.

Rising from his red eyes and running down his tanned cheeks, his tears catch a bit of blue makeup in their path. He is not sad; quite the opposite.

So much joy on his face, it's disturbing.

Natasha just asked a simple question, not even answering his.

And yet, he cries like he has never cried before.

.........

Natasha is wordless at the sight before her. The man's face and body are so close to her that she cannot even see the ruined and burning castle behind him. The landscape is no longer visible to her eyes. While she was already shocked by his arrival, it is when she finally sees the last detail in this man that her eyes widen the most. Her air becomes even more disturbed and her expression would be to photograph, because of how much she lets the features of her face express what she feels.

This man is winged.

Natasha remains stunned, eyes wide open. Dark magenta feathers for his left wing, dark blue-gray feathers for his right wing.

This man... has wings.

Master Samus: "Natasha... About the Angels..."

Her eyes are filled with terror — and curiosity. She has such a hard time understanding what is going on that she has forgotten this very detail.

The one of his wings that extend so far, that makes him much more imposing and terrifying.

This man is a Cursed — but also a winged person. With different colors, some feathers fall when he waves them. He continues to cry all the tears of his body, screaming with joy.

Winged man: "She spoke... !!!! The Time Bearer...!!! Mother, Mother, Motheeeer !!!! Motheeeeeeeeeer !!!!!!"

She doesn't try to understand what he is trying to say. He pulls his hair out, throwing it all around him, his eyes shaking in his irises while his mouth lets inhuman sounds come out. Natasha looks at him with disgust, but she is unable to move a single muscle. Her eyes want to close with fatigue... She is too injured. She must have some internal damage that unfortunately she cannot heal…

I'm going to... die again. That was Natasha's current thought. She was able to talk with Oshio about leaving the castle, but she couldn't get any more information. She quickly spoke with Jiax, but in the end, she didn't get the answer she would have liked to hear... She opens her mouth, but closes it directly. The man in front of her finally approaches his head and his breathing stinks Natasha's nostrils.

Winged man: "Why am I here, is that your question, miss?!"

Natasha: "... Yes..."

She wants to sleep... She has no strength left, her arm is still hurting and breathing is becoming difficult. Her hearing is getting worse and just LIVING is making her itch. The man grinned monstrously, showing all his white teeth to Kitta.

Winged Man: "That is an intriguing question, I can only admit!!!"

He stands up and extends his arms to the sky.

Helios: "I am Helios, son of Time!!!"

Natasha looks at him with difficulty. All her concentration is aimed at the man's words: if she does not listen carefully to what he says, she will not understand. She is afraid of becoming deaf to everything at any moment…

Helios: "You, you called me, miss!!!"

Natasha: "Called...?"

That's it. She knew it. She is certain that if this man is here, it is because—

Helios: "You are the Time Bearer, you have revealed your position to me, I am so grateful, so gratefuuuuuuul!!!"

— Natasha talked about her Revive Backwards.

Since accepting the fact that she has this power, Natasha has asked herself this question: should she tell anyone? Should she confess this strange power, worthy of being a blessing and a curse at the same time? She told herself it was stupid: people would think she was crazy. No one would believe such a power, after all; especially from a new handmaid. Even Master Milo, as nice as he was, would have had a hard time believing her.

And that's precisely why she told Jiax about it.

Natasha, as stupid as she thought the idea of talking about it was, did not like to keep such a secret in her heart. She always revealed everything to Master Samus and was not allowed to keep little secrets. Sure, she didn't need to tell everything about her private life, but that was something else. Having to hide her power from everyone's ears made her anxious and sad…

So she talked about it.

She suspected that she would not be believed. That they would call her a liar or a fool; maybe an attention seeker. But deep down, Natasha didn't care: she had to talk about it. Because keeping something like this in her heart didn't make her happy, and maybe admitting it would have been beneficial…

Nevertheless, she did not want to talk about it with Master Milo.

It wasn't because of a lack of trust— but actually the opposite. It was because she liked Master Milo so much, loved him as a Master, and trusted him that she told Jiax.

Because she didn't want a lesser relationship with him.

If she admitted to Master Milo that she could go back in time by dying, he would most likely not believe and their relationship would change, just like Oshio's in this "life". This is something Natasha wants to avoid... Sure, she knows that right now she has little chance of defeating the slayer with so little information, but if she can do it, then she will have no reason to use Revive Backwards and life will go on: her relationship with Master Milo will remain average forever. The soft hugs, the sweet words, and his boundless goodness; she wants them for herself. Natasha doesn't want a world — a life where Master Milo is not the "perfect" man in her eyes. She has already ruined part of her relationship with Oshio, so she decided to talk about it with Jiax, Master Milo's bodyguard. Even though she doesn't know her too well, she could see that Jiax is a trustworthy and sympathetic person. Moreover, Natasha could not wait any longer…

...... So this man......

Because she has confessed her power, "Revive Backwards"......

This winged man appeared, destroying the castle in his arrival.

She still doesn't understand who he is. "Helios" is his first name, but that doesn't tell her anything. He calls her "Time Bearer", but she doesn't understand. Her mind becomes confused and her vision becomes more and more obscure... She falls asleep, but letting sleep take her means dying.

Helios: "Oh, no!"

The man approaches Natasha and touches her face.

Helios: "You are losing your life... Miss..."

Tears form in his eyes again, but this time from sadness. He sniffs and his forehead touches the maid's.

Helios: "Miss Time Bearer, Mother's gift and divine beauty, I am here to save you."

Natasha hears all his words, but only understands half of them.

Natasha: "Save... me...?"

Her throat is getting drier and drier and talking is unbearable. The man nods and smiles.

Helios: "You possess the power of Time, Miss. I want..."

The man rises again and spreads his wings. Adara's rays are reflected on his little flying crown, shining on Helios' white hair. His face shows an expression of joy that is far too great, his smile can be considered a work of art or a monstrosity from a fictional novel. He is a handsome man, but the way he expresses his feelings makes him anything but handsome.

Helios: "I am here to steal your gift and make it my own, to become closer to the Gods...!!"

Natasha slowly closes her eyes, but she does not succumb yet. She can't show her shock, she is so tired, but her cat ears have heard everything.

Taking my power... He's talking about Revive Backwards, isn't... isn't he...? thinks Natasha, surprised. Did this man with the name Helios want to steal her ability to go back in time when she dies...? She doesn't have the mind to think why he would want such a thing, but she doesn't care: she never asked for this power, anyway. She is about to close her eyes when a click goes off in her brain. Her heart misses a beat and her breathing stops.

... A... Ah…

She didn't think about it. This man wants to steal her... Revive Backwards...? But if he does......

Is Natasha going to die for good now?

She understands the gravity of the situation and the shiver that runs down her back does not stop. She opens her eyes again and looks at the man. He approaches her with a smile, even though he is still crying. He is so…

It is a demon.

Master Samus: "The term Angel used to be used to describe pure people, people radiating goodness."

Natasha wants to run, but she can't move. She wants to scream for help, but her throat won't respond. She is dying and in pain, but that is the least of her problems. Even if she doesn't understand how…

This man wants to steal her "Revive Backwards".

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She doesn't know how to explain it herself, but her whole body alerts her to the danger. Even though she never asked for this power, there is no way she wants to die for good. If she can't get out of it…

Then the members of Master Milo's faction will remain

dead forever.

Oshio, Jiax, Harry, Sulman, Master Milo... They will all be dead forever.

Helios: "I thank you for your sacrifice, Time Bearer...~!"

A small sound approaching a moan comes from his mouth as he moves his hands closer to Natasha's body. She has to run, she has to find a way out...!!! She wants to scream for help, cry and cuddle up to someone, but other than the man in front of her, no one is still alive… She…

Please... Please…

Helios is so close to her. It looks like he's going to hug her to comfort her, but he's going to steal her ability—

And release her from an eternal life.

——————

???: "AAAAAAAAH !!!!"

A howl is heard. Before Helios can even touch the Kitta's body, he is attacked from behind. A piece of castle ruin crashes into his body and dozens and dozens of feathers fly into the air. Natasha cannot understand what has just happened, but she sees now the back of the man, pieces of stone going in all directions. She does not hear anything any more except the incessant buzzing of her ears, proof of her deafness. Her eyes are about to close forever, her heart can no longer pump blood from her veins... Helios sighs.

Helios: "Whaaat, there is still one person alive…"

A woman ran at him, her body battered. Her eyes are stained with her own blood and the horns on her skull are shattered. Her Ancient tail is slashed all over and her clothes are falling apart.

— Jiax knows she is going to die, but she will not let this man kill Natasha. She plans to save the poor Kitta before she breathes her last sigh.

She didn't understand what happened, but she knows one thing: this man, in front of her, is the reason for the destruction of Ambleurs Castle. Her fist is clenched and her right foot hits the ground so hard that it cracks. She screams with rage as she attacks the strange man, but her eyes open wide. She sent him a piece of ruin almost twice his size—

— and yet he remained motionless as if nothing had happened.

Helios does not smile. Doesn't get angry. Doesn't move or say a word. He lets her attack him, because—

— The moment Jiax's fist touches Helios's torso, she explodes in a firework display of blood and guts.

To be more exact, just before her fist touches his chest. The winged man sighed and turned back to the dying woman — the one who carried this sacred power. He never thought it would be a young Kitta woman, maid to a man he didn't know, who comes to possess such power. She is not living the life she should, but surely that is why he has not been able to locate her before... Helios takes a step closer.

Natasha does not react. She knows that now, it is the end.

Helios: "I should have checked before, but you, such a beautiful damsel, are the only one alive around here. In this plain, only you and I are still alive."

A confirmation that would have made Natasha tremble at any time, but that doesn't reach her brain.

Natasha is totally deaf, unable to move any muscle and her breathing is almost non-existent. It is only waiting for one thing:

To die.

Helios can see that she is about to lose her life, so waiting is no longer an option. He reaches out to her, bringing his palm close to her heart, where her greatest desire lies. He is so happy that he cries again, warm and sweet tears. After all this time…

He finally finds the one who carries the power he deserves.

Chapter 7 : Only Demons Would Dare To Fall From The Sky

The view is disastrous. The castle is in ruins and on fire, smoke still billowing out of it and rising into the sky to signal to the surrounding villages that the Castle of Ambleurs is no more. Milo, Oshio, Sulman and Harry: all four will never know why they died. Jiax, on the other hand, could not even figure out what happened before exploding like a firework. It would be impossible for anyone to recognize her, with only a few pieces of her insides lying on the red-tinted grass. Even those are unrecognizable. In the meadows and fields of Ambleurs, life has stopped existing. Helios' wings represent his emotions well, stretched to the maximum, ecstasy in them. His feathers shiver with joy as his hand is in front of this Kitta's heart. Natasha has closed her eyes, but unfortunately death has not yet taken her in her arms. It won't come in time and she can't force herself to die any faster. She has no energy or anything in her. Her breathing is stopped, but it is not enough.

All because she confessed the truth, everything around her died. Simply because of her words, because she wanted to talk about what was in her heart......

Those she loves are dead.

She can't think of anything, she doesn't know what's going on, but her last thoughts are about the people she met. She wants to open her mouth, but even that is impossible. Natasha's ears drop and in less than twenty seconds, life will leave her body.

But Helios already has his hand a few inches from her chest, so it doesn't matter.

This time, death will be... eternal.

???: "????"

Helios was thrown backwards, but only by one step. While ??? hit him with all his strength, the winged man felt no pain. However, this is not the purpose of ???.

Because he slit Natasha's throat, giving her imminent death.

He stands up straight and shakes the blade, forcing the blood on it to fly onto the meadow grass. Helios opens his eyes wide open, so wide that it seemed as if his eyeballs were going to fall out. His irises shook and he screamed so loudly that no sound was produced.

Helios: "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He drops to his knees and hits his stomach. The one who killed Natasha squints, observing the strange behavior of this winged man. Helios spits saliva and moves his body and head in all directions, his wings losing their feathers little by little.

Helios: "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He tears off his clothes, scratches his arms so hard that his skin peels and blood paints his body. He rolls around on the floor like a child and finally, a first sound comes out of his mouth.

Helios: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAH MOTHERFUCKER MOTHERFUCKER MOTHERFUCKER MOTHERFUCKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He screams this expletive before dropping to his knees again, almost unable to breathe so much he screams. His head is red and his wings are flapping in all directions, feathers flapping again and again. The man in front of Helios gets into a fighting stance and says nothing.

???: "..."

He has nothing to say, after all. Helios hits the ground, which explodes into pieces beneath him, forcing his opponent to jump back a few steps. Helios finally stands up, but his back is bent and he breathes with difficulty.

Helios: "H.... HOW!!! I'M SURE I HAVEN'T FELT A SINGLE OUNCE OF LIFE IN THE AREAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!!"

He doesn't even try to find out why: he sends a blade of wind which comes to cut the man's head. His opponent could not even react because the attack was so fast. Helios approaches the body of the Kitta and looks at her with rage.

She's dead. She's... she's dead.

She's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead she's dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHE IS DEAD, SO HER POWER IS NO LONGER IN HER BODY!!!!!

HOW CAN HE STEAL IT IF THAT FUCKING KITTA IS NO LONGER ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!

Helios flies into the sky and screams with all his strength, ready to pour all his rage on this world…

And destroy it to take revenge on this man with blond hair who saved Kitta at the last moment, like a HERO.

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Master Samus: "Natasha, do you know who the Angels are?"

The little Kitta nods her head. She turned eleven a few days ago and got used to the castle quickly. Even though she is still young, she helps Master Samus with a big smile and is happy to be here. The little Kitta looks at the book in her Master's arms and blinks.

Natasha: "Angels...?"

She has heard the name somewhere before, but she doesn't really know them. Sitting on a high stool next to her Master, little Kitta beams with curiosity.

Master Samus: "You are growing up very fast and soon you will be able to assist me in some of the outings. I think it's time I educate you about our world."

Natasha sometimes admires her Master's face, sometimes the book in his hands. The curiosity she exudes and the innocence in her eyes amuse Samus

who strokes her hair and smiles.

Master Samus: "You see, the Angels were six people with incredible gifts, said to be sent by the heavens and our Creator to all."

He begins his explanation and Natasha looks up, meeting his gaze with her bulging eyes.

Master Samus: "Angels were considered GIFTS to our world and soon people began to respect them. Then to admire them. Finally, idolize them."

The young Kitta drinks in the words of her Master, watching him carefully. Her ears point to the ceiling and are wide open, taking in every word that comes out of the mouth of the man she adores.

Master Samus: "The Angels have done good things, gained popularity all over the world until they are even considered by some to be 'Gods'."

Natasha: "Gods...?"

She knows this word, but for her, the Gods can only be entities of space, far and far from their planet. Her Master nods.

Master Samus: "A religion has even come into being: it is called Camaelism."

Natasha: "Cala... Calea..."

She tries to pronounce the unfamiliar name, but she is unable to. This cute and childish side of Natasha melts Master Samus' heart and he can't help but laugh. In no way is he laughing at her — Natasha herself knows it.

Master Samus: "Camaelism. You don't have to remember that strange name, because it's banned these days."

Natasha: "Why...?"

Master Samus: "Even though the Angels did so many good things and were seen as the Gods of this world..."

Master Samus: "It was they who created the Apocalypse."

He accentuates on this last word, his voice is deeper and the emotions he puts in it makes Natasha's back shiver. Without knowing why, the little Kitta feels a lot of fear when she hears this word. She wants to ask him what it is, but she is afraid to repeat it. Master Samus sees the curiosity in his young maid's eyes, but also a pinch of fear that has been added to her red eyes. He smiles at her, comforting her by his beautiful expression.

Master Samus: "I'm not going to go into too much detail right now... Angels have been dead for a long time now, but it's still relevant. I just want you to understand that the term 'Angel', once used to describe good people, is now a BLASPHEMY."

Natasha: "Ba... Bas..."

Master Samus: "Blasphemy. The meaning of it is a little different than before, but it's simple. It means it's a really big insult, okay?"

A childish way of putting it, but the man doesn't want to confuse his young maid's mind. She nods, her fists in front of her chest. Master Samus strokes her hair again; the touch is so soft and pleasant. She's cute, friendly and a good listener: Samus knows she'll be a perfect maid in the near future.

Natasha: "And... so using the word is an insult...?"

Master Samus: "Yes, you can only use the word 'Angel' in private conversation and if the other person does not mind. Some religious people see this word in a... very bad way. It's like punching them in the face, if you will!"

Natasha: "Violence not good!!!"

She pouts and Samus laughs. A slightly high-pitched, amused laugh, one that Natasha enjoys so much.

Master Samus: "Promise me you'll never use that name, okay?"

Natasha: "Never ever...?"

Her Master takes her in his arms and puts her on his lap.

Master Samus: "There are only two times you can use that term, Natasha."

She doesn't say anything, always listening to him with so much attention. Her Kitta’s tail swings in her back, which comes to caress the chest of the man, a thing that Samus finds amusing and pleasant. Natasha turns her head a little to observe her Master, but not being able to turn it to 180°, it is impossible for her to meet his gaze.

Master Samus: "You can use the term 'Angel' to refer to the Angel Test or..."

Master Samus: "The Cursed of Angels."

Natasha closes her mouth and bites her lower lip. She lowers her head and shows a sad look, even though her Master cannot see it.

That's what she is, a Cursed of Angels.

Master Samus: "However, these days we just use the word 'Cursed' and not 'Cursed of Angels', but you have the right—"

The man stops talking when he notices that the little one was shaking weakly. The Kitta's tail has stopped wagging and her head is lowered, as if she is watching the ground. He tries to look at her and opens his eyes wide when he sees her left right.

A tear flows.

Natasha cries.

Master Samus: "... !"

He doesn't want to hurt her in any way, so he hugs her and closes his eyes. He hadn't thought that talking about the Cursed would make her sad. Yet he knows Natasha has a hard time with being a Cursed... She accepted herself as she is, but even now, she doesn't like the term. At least, that's what he's observed.

Master Samus: "Sorry, I won't talk about it anymore..."

He apologizes sincerely, Natasha in his arms. She dries her tears and she, too, seeks forgiveness.

Natasha: "I... No cry..."

She doesn't like to be sad and doesn't want to let tears fall in front of her Master. She knows she has the right, but she still doesn't want to. Her cat ears are down, but she has stopped crying. She lifts her head and sniffs

hard

Natasha: "I won't use that word, I promise!!!"

Because his Master asked for it, because it is a big insult. Samus laughs and thanks her.

Natasha will come to learn the reality behind the Apocalypse much later, including the known details about the Angels, but what interests her most about them is their physique. Granted, there are no accurate drawings of them, but there is a reason they began to be called "Angels."

It's in the way they are represented in the drawings. Behind their backs…

Angels have WINGS.