Luz, god of the wronged/the forgotten one; "You're my most precious guest, Julia. Come with me, and I shall light thy way, for I am the Morning Star!" "He, who leads the end, stole the sun that once belonged to me. All this is because of that damn wingless princess and his weak, fragile pupil!" "Julia, my beloved, the one who spreads the word of the gods! I can show you how I got these wings. But you can not tell anyone about it." My first idea for Luz' design. I wanted to give him a very...
