"Well, I never sleep and someone suggested to come out here. But I got a gift from the Ruler that I never expected." Necrosis paused and his head tilted to the side in thought, "You probably saw it. The feather that I had. Its one of my brother's. It's one of his smaller primaries, but it's still so long. He had one of the longest wing spans of my family, if not the longest." A faint look of bittersweet sadness crossed his face as he spoke about his brother. "All I have left of him is the object he was created with, so it was heartwarming and heartbreaking to see one of his feathers."
Necrosis rubbed his eyes, he'd started crying again. A small laugh escaped his lips, "I miss him so much. I miss them all." It felt good to talk about them, and it felt monumental to let his feelings out. "I'm the last angel from my world. There's no one else but me anymore. Heh... Even the magic died in my world. All that you'd find is petrified angels and animals." Pain rattled his voice as he spoke. He reached over to his pile and picked up the drum, turning it in his hands.
Necrosis rubbed his thumb on the edge of the drum. "They used to make him wear a metal mask all the time, cause he could destroy things with his voice. But it was oddly comforting to hear it make noise when he moved. My younger siblings could never understand how he tolerated it. He kept wearing it even when we broke free." Necrosis took a deep breath and shook his head, "You probably didn't come to hear me go on and on about my brother..."