Thread: Temple of the Gods

Post got eaten a couple of times. Sorry if it seems a little jumbled. Why yes, you do have places to go. The fallen muse said, unable to hide the chuckle in his voice as he continued to carry away the angelic hybrid. He could vaguely sense the other one watching him as he flew away. She would be dealt with later. Right now, he was going to have a little fun with this little abomination. How dare this little pauper of an angel talk to him in such a way. He was at one time ranked with the angels that watched over and judged the successes or failures of entire nations of people. This little... anomaly was born from a human and an angel. Something that should not have been. And yet, looking into those rebellious eyes he felt the need to break them of that glare. They reminded him of what he'd been judged for and sent to this world from above as punishment to reside amongst. His painted lips curved in a cruel smirk and those icy blue eyes looked at her with unfettered malice. He would show them what he thought of man. The meek will inherit nothing, but the right to lick his boots! Finding a suitable spot. Coincidentally, another temple not too far where he took up residence, he decided to grant her one of her requests. Put you down you say? I'll gladly oblige that. He said, as he brought her to the hole in the roof of the temple and unceremoniously dropped her to the floor. Coming to land not too far from her, his whip in hand. Making sure she didn't get too far. The temple he'd dropped her looked like a lot of European-style churches. With pews and altar and an risen section where the preacher and his associates would sit. Though many of the pews were demolished or overturned. The altar itself looked old and ravaged. The only thing that still looked untouched was the statue at the altar dedicated to the gods of this land. It used to be my purpose to inspire humanity with the courage and the knowledge to aspire to greater things. To help some nations prosper and bring others to their knees. The fallen muse lilted in it's soft, melodious voice, but there was venom in those words. Until then I asked myself These... humans, who serve him. They constantly sin and fall short of the grace, and yet they are more revered by him than us who always walk in his light and grace. If such is true, then why are we helping them? He would say, slowly stalking her. They sin, they create false gods, they commit adultery and covet each others possessions, and yet they are the ones who will inherit?! The fallen one spat, lashing forward with his whip at her. Then he smirked. He cast me out, because I questioned why humanity shall inherit the realms while we simply serve them and watch over them. He opened his arms. This world is meant to be my prison. He called loudly, but then he knelt by her and chortled. His eyes closing with the mirth in his tone. But you know what? I see it like this. I'm not imprisoned on this land with you, but you with me. And we're going to become the best of friends. He said, those eyes alight with the dark intentions in them. If it wasn't obvious enough, this angel clearly was not interested in being friends with her.