Retro Heliographs

a prince is born

"Your son lives, your highness." A soot covered angel soldier said.

"Thank the Light." breathed King Elan Chiara. Then wondered to himself, how had that little bastard survived?

A newborn angel was a helpless as a human, the brat should be dead. He'd underestimated Solara again. He had locked his wife, Solara, in the sun tower for a few years, hoping she'd submit to him. Technically Solara was his ex-wife, she'd ended their marriage after the trial period. Elan couldn't understand why she'd want to leave someone as perfect as him.

He'd managed to trap her before anyone found out.

Being cut off from direct sunlight should have weakened her. Instead, he'd found her fast asleep with a newborn when he went to check on her. He'd decimated the tower with fireballs killing them both. Or so he thought, but the cherub had survived.

And then that idiot angel flew in to investigate the explosion before he could finish the brat off.

No matter, he would just kill them both and blame the dragons. He raised his hand and aura levels to send an energy bolt towards them and barely stopped himself in time. More angels were flying in, it was too late.