Saulos and Ananos were cast as angels, large wings sprouting behind their backs. Ananos’s fingers barely touched his sword, while his cast hair floated above him, as if he had descended from above. Saulos held a long staff, his body and arm straight. Below them lay the same monster carved in all the murals, and tapestries and gates.
Once, some noble - perhaps in some cavalier need to be humble - had told a young Eris that this was a simple sculpture, one that could be done had he the right tools and willpower to do so. Eris gave him a look that Constance had to apologize for.
More Tempest and the Fire art, my BatB retelling.