Dark Pit, the shadowy replica of the angel Pit Icarus, smiles, amused and very unimpressed by what he sees at his feet. Humanity has just put up its last line of defense against the colossal deity. A battalion of several thousand human soldiers positioned themselves to prevent him from reaching the next major city in the region, but even they quickly saw that their efforts were futile. For them, their sandals were an impenetrable wall, and even their bare feet in them could not be scratched by their puny weapons, even if they were the most modern and cutting-edge weapons.

"Is this really the best you can do, little mortals?" Dark Pit asked mockingly, who was standing at his full height looking at the ground, with one hand on his hip, in a relaxed manner. “This is pathetic and disappointing. “I was hoping for at least some kind of challenge, but I see that’s not going to happen.”

Dark Pit can see them attack his sandals in vain, while many others run for their lives. The giant angel simply raised his right foot and placed it over all of them. He can hear screams of terror beneath his imposing figure, as the weight of his large, black-sandaled feet snuff out the lives of humans and silence the screams in their tracks.

“Anyway, it will be better to continue with this, Viridi wants me to do a good job and that's what I'm going to do”

Casually continuing his walk, Dark Pit looked down to see mountains and numerous human civilizations razed beneath his sandals, compacted perfectly beneath a hard, flat surface. Dark Pit has been sent by the goddess he serves, the goddess of nature Viridi, and as he is the officer of the army of nature, he cannot fail her at all, in this task of eradicating mortals by their means. bad acts towards nature. Humans have been untouched by the divine for millennia, and in that time they have managed to build many conurbations for themselves. However, for all their achievements with architecture and technology, the fact is that they have no inherent power. As far as Dark Pit is concerned, they are weak, insignificant mortals who have nothing interesting to offer. As the giant angel walks across the land, the crowded cities they consider enormous and magnificent are easily trampled and obliterated with every step he takes. When he listens, he can hear pathetic cries for mercy from a city just before it is crushed. The young god smiles as he destroys civilizations beneath his feet and modifies the landscape to his will, inevitably causing more destruction below. The entire region of mountains, hills and valleys was like a flat carpet for the young and powerful gods.

As he continues walking, Dark Pit thinks the following inside his remorseless mind: What sorry losers. Mortals must know how to respect and fear the power of a god. The only option for the puny human specifications below was to accept their fate, to perish beneath the immensely large sandals of their new dark lord. And in any case, perhaps worship as if he were a god, even if he is only an angel, but a very powerful one. As if those cold thoughts were not enough, Dark Pit continues thinking: Furthermore, I am doing these deadly insects a favor by freeing them from their insignificant and useless lives. Why worry about mortals? Immortal beings of divine power are insignificant to us, and their lives really mean nothing.

After crushing what he believes should be the capital city of the mortal world, Dark Pit sits down to rest and claims the Earth as his own, thus considering his task of punishing humans for harming nature finished. Possibly, the goddess Viridi must be proud of her work. The giant angel's rear crashes with brutal force against the surface of the mortal world, causing an earthquake so strong that it nearly destroys the Earth's crust and shatters it. The enormous dark angel simply makes himself comfortable, looking with satisfaction at the work he has done, with the landscape full of footprints with the imprinted shape of his large, trusty black leather sandals. Dark Pir smiles widely.

Dark Pit decides that, for more comfort, he slowly takes off his large sandals to expose the soles of his feet.

“Now to just slide…er…out… Ahhh. That's better." Dark Pit says, feeling his right foot free, and drops the sandal on the landscape of the mortal world in a very careless manner, causing serious havoc. He does the same with his sandal on his left foot.

Now the giant angel has his enormous, fleshy feet exposed, which are sweaty from all the time he has walked and from the effort of trampling human cities. Anyway, it's not something that bothers him, certainly not. The wind blowing against the soles of his muscular feet is a most heavenly sensation. He can feel little drops dripping down the toes of my feet, the arch, all the way to his big, muscular, fleshy heel. The smell is also quite powerful. Hopefully there is an ocean nearby where you can get your feet wet, but for now the important thing is to take a well-deserved rest. As expected, the soles of the feet are completely clean and immaculate, unlike the soles of the sandals, which are very dirty. Dark Pit is aware that the goddess, Viridi, has a fixation on his large feet, whether when he is in his sandals or barefoot. The angel flexes his feet and toes.

Meanwhile, Dark Pit realizes that not far from him, in fact, next to him, there is a small group of human cities that have certainly been left intact from his rampage and stomping. Millions of microscopic humans scream in terror. Considering the presence of mortals as unworthy and annoying, and not even bothering to get up, Dark Pit raises his foot on three small cities and crushes them, ignoring their screams and pleas. This causes his left foot to end up completely dirty, the sole filled with dirt and grime, crushed debris, and millions of humans pulverized in a very fast and merciless movement. There are even some traces of grime that have accumulated in some wrinkles and between the toes. It wouldn't be strange to think that a little dirt ended up trapped under his toenails.

At that, Dark Pit can't help but think the following: She thinks I don't notice when she gapes at my feet. I know he likes my sandals and just sends me to Earth just to watch me step on things. Well, I always make sure to do what's best for her, crushing every urban jungle under my giant, muscular feet. One day, I'm going to catch Viridi stomping on his face, hehe. I could do it when she wants to lick my feet. I'll tell him if he does a bad job, I'll stomp on his face like I did with these pathetic mortals. Even if she did pretty well, he might trample her anyway.

In fact, Dark Pit is not wrong. Goddess Viridi is looking at Dark Pit, and specifically, his huge, sweaty bare feet. She can't help but get excited and show her face completely red. Goddess Viridi thinks: His big strong feet are so hot! I love how he effortlessly crushes the cities of stupid humans like the scum and pests they are, watching this is MUCH better than doing it myself! Those humans must have felt very lucky to be crushed under their sandals. Seriously, I love sending Dark Pit to the mortal world just to watch his big, strong feet crush those stupid humans! Even here I look at them from time to time... I hope he doesn't notice every time I look at his sandals and feet. I have a reputation to uphold!

Possibly, when Dark Pit returns, she will want to lick the soles of the dark angel's feet, while the servants are in charge of cleaning the soles of the sandals and all the crushed and trampled dirt.

THE END.

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Story that can be considered a remastering of the original story that I did for this same character in 2020.

An apology if you see spelling or grammatical errors, I am not a native English speaker (I am a Spanish speaker).

In any case, I hope you enjoy it.