Woods's eyes trailed the form of the angel as he ascended through the sky, the sight of him thread through the glow of the heavenly light. He couldn't help but appreciate the vision, admiring the way the radiance played upon his fine feathers strewn across his wings, making them look almost luminescent.

A soft chuckle escaped the demon's mouth as he watched the angel fly further away from his reach. "Damn, you do look good up there. But I'm not sure I can let you go." Woods muttered to himself. He didn't want to lose the company of the heavenly being, and while he loathed the thought of going up against heavenly virtue, he'd be damned if he'd let this separation happen without a fight. God can't call him back—Woods needs him here.

Woods watched as the angel made his attempt to ascend towards the heavens. A smirk graced his lips as he prepared to stop him. He knew that in the long run, the angel would suffer among the clouds, too much light, too much purity. It would drive him mad, leaving him a shell of what he once was. A deep growl escaped Woods's throat as he readied himself.

Woods stretched his arm towards his angel, tentacles erupting from his skin and thrusting with immediate speed before latching onto a wing, spreading across his torso and consuming the other wing before dragging him down like a fish in a net.

Woods chuckled as he stood over the fallen angel. "Can't let you be tainted by that bright light. You'd go mad, and I need you right here, where we can have some real fun." He winked, the fire in his eyes burning just as brightly as the inferno within his soul.