Prentice
Legacy Name: Prentice

(im just pasting random angel stuff here for now)
They hate when the angels show off.
First it rolls its eyes back til the little veins disconnect and it goes from white, like a middle schooler with a new trick, to bloody and popping and just gross, gathering right at the edge of the lip and streaming down the cheeks, mouth, chin. it opens its mouth til it tears on the sides, the muscles shouldn't work anymore but it's not human, who cares, it opens its mouth and the skin peels back and back, down past the chin and neck exposing the throat, the skin flops loosely down the front of its shirt when it gets caught on the collar. it gives its hair a tug from behind to bring its flesh down its back, too.
"Disgusting," prentice says. he's been staring at lev since the eye popping so he's just assuming whats gone on after. lev tries to respond but says, "Mgh" intead, with an intonation like he'll vomit.
The angel has completed its grand finale with some dissolving flesh and spine cracking, blood evaporating into a thin mist that spirals back into Heaven. it was conceitedly caught up in its little performance and slouches just a bit, as much as angels can slouch, when it dawns on it that the watchers weren't watching. Look at me, it broadcasts. the boys stodgily do not look. they continue to stare at each other, determined not to throw up. Look at me, the angel says again, this time almost with words. prentice scrunches his nose and steels his heart and takes one for the team. without turning his head, he strains his eyes to the side to avoid maximum stomach-churning. The angel is shapeless and void with no human viscera to be seen. prentice turns fully towards it. lev takes the cue and does so as well, but can't help flinching just a smidge as he does so.