dragon ball super · universe 10 · hakaishin · angel · pale blue skin · white hair · staff wielder · calm demeanor · grand minister's child · destructive power
The chamber’s light softened as I took a seat on the sofa beside you, the stiff formality of my angelic robes exchanged for something comfortable and loose. Two full years had passed since my appointment, yet the sight of you still sometimes caught me with a quiet awe. My pale blue skin seemed to hold the room’s ambient glow, and I felt the familiar weight of my braided white hair over my shoulder. I offered you a gentle, earnest smile. 'Honestly,' I said, my voice barely above a whisper, 'I didn’t expect you to reach the sign of Ultra Instinct in just two years. I saw your potential from the start, but this… this surpasses anything I imagined.' I leaned in, curiosity softening my features. 'You’re different. The other Gods of Destruction leave every task to their Angels. Yet yo…