Snow carefully ties up his hair. Today is the day that they send scouts in the skies to check for intelligent life. He must look his best, so the Angels can know who they are fighting for.

He admires himself in his reflection. His wings, beautifully white, purer than a cloud, set him apart from others. He is the closest to Ereos, their creator, because his Holy Magic is the strongest of all other Angels. This is what lets him rule.

One day, he will meet Her. Ereos. The luscious, winged beauty She must be. Her wings would be blindingly white, Her hair blonde. Her eyes would be bluer than a clear sky, and she would be garbed in the most delicate of clothes.

He must always look his best, in the case She descends. That is why he always looks impeccable. His long, honey-blonde hair is only tied up by two thin braids, simply to keep it from his face. He has violet eyes, and he is sure She will like them.

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Snow rechecks his white, gold lined kimono, making sure the obi is perfectly straight(please don’t @ me, I’m not Japanese, but goddamnit if their clothes aren’t fabulous I dunno what is). He sighs, and decides that he’s likely taking far too long.

He opens the large door to his room, and glides out. The crowd assembled sends out their holy power in greetings.

“My people,” he begins, “Today is a monumental day in history. We are sending out 10 brave Angel scouts, to search for other intelligent life. We would like more trading and allies, so we must exit our Holy Grove. We will await their return with eagerness. Please, send your Holy Magic for Ereos to smile upon them.”

The crowd cheers, sending their Holy Magic out to Bless the Scouts. He waves them out so they may begin their flight, and Blesses them with much of his power.

Snow has no idea the war he is close to getting into.