Wingweaver (Equation)

You enjoy flying in the sky, with your great wings flapping in the wind. Bullets from enemies once pierced through your wings, but they quickly recovered with the THEIR mark. The winged messenger seeks shelter in enormous trees, sending the mortal weak ones to the cloud kingdom and bringing miracles of Abundance to the suffering human world.

When you swoop down from the "branches," you are surrounded by a furor of air exploding, filled with the Residents of Dirt's scream. Those humble creatures should bow to you instead of putting up foolish resistance. You seize your prey and drag him into the clouds, relishing in the thrill as he wiggles in fear. He should thank you for enslaving him. The screams wane over the distance until he is reduced to paste.

You are the Cloudlords that dictate the fate of mortal beings on the ground.