Thread: k i s s i n g angels goodbye. [ dou x fate ]

You understand that you may not return? A soft nod came from the creature below, her wings fluttering beautifully in the soft breeze as the voice above told her of what was to come. There was a high risk in the angel leaving, especially if Cassiel wished to produce the Nephilim, it certainly couldn't be done by the weak mind of Samaire. No, it was clear as day even before that taunting message was sent, that Azrael was the true target. Azrael was the goal, so to speak, and as it seemed this angel was willingly being handed over. A sacrifice, that she knew was coming the moment the demon had struck so close. She also knew, that there was no longer any saving of the young one, something in her pure soul telling her that it was quite possibly already too late, and that Cassiel had slipped corruption into her mind in no time. Light, simple work as it was to poke and prod at Samaire, the same would not be the case for Azrael, and Cassiel knew that. Perhaps it was another portion of her sick, twisted game. That's what this was for Cassiel, and she knew that as a fact. A game, something to play that was well thought out with a natural intention behind it. A craving for the angel's flesh that stood before the Creator, her head bowed as she moved away silently, knowing this time she would have to go this trip alone. I must do this. She murmured softly, her sword slid back into it's sheath as her own wings began to gain wind, sending her soaring through the clouds, the angel was soon out of sight of her peers. She could almost hear the evil laughter of Cassiel tear through her senses, taunting her in ways that God knew was troubling. Though, he had warned her and knew her decisions, knew what she felt she must do, and oversaw such a thing. The true angel of Cassiel's affection was coming, and before she knew it the games would begin in an entirely new fashion. Her hands left her body writhing on the ground, back flat against the floor as her fingers used her body for such sinful things, it would appear as though she had given up on caring. She had given up just as she had in thinking that someone would come for her. No one would, because she was weak and had dropped from her pedestal so easily, hadn't she? Samaire was nothing, and there began the slow creep of a bitter soul, the slow smog of anger rolling into her once so pure heart. Opposite hand working tenderly at the skin of her nipple, her fingers pinched and pulled, matching that glorious speed she had learned to gather a rhythm to between her legs, Samaire's body warned her that there were better things than this. Better things to come, including herself. Although there had been time taken when speaking to the creator, when word came of the something of an invasion, there may have been a faint spike of anger from the angel. And in no time, the golden light of the angel came crashing down onto these ignorant creatures. Unprepared, though even if they were they wouldn't have stood a chance between the heavy blows landed, one would question as to whether or not these swings and stabs of her sword were out of anger. Were they frustration? Quite possibly, but this served no mind as these creatures, created as a distraction, began to fall.