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

They just weren't making angels like they used to, were they? Oh, the creature curled into a corner of the cell had the wings, and she certainly was a fetching young thing. But where was the grandeur? Where was the awe? This creature barely looked angelic at all, more like, well, like an extremely attractive human. Which did make some sense, likely some kind of neophyte, to come her alone. To think that the trap sprang so deliciously well, with the most delectable morsel now within clutches. She had been Cassiel at some point. She still wore the name, but not the trapping that went with it. Instead, this pale skinned dark beauty preferred to relish in her darkness. She was one of the Fallen, those angelic beings who had turned away from the light for their own reasons, usually pride. Cassiel looked the part as well, with her deathly pale skin and blood-red hair. Then again, she had always been rather pale, and her hair had been more of a golden red even when she'd been one of the high order, protecting the greatest good. Her green-gold eyes flashed with the memory and a forked tongue snaked out to tease her lips. Good, it still tasted on her lips from time to time. Soon it would taste quite literally. The demoness flicked her wrist, dispelling the spell that displayed her new captive. Samaire, even the name lacked the punch. Where was the el, hmm? Had they run out? The demoness walked slowly down, knowing that a little more time for the poor fledgling would only be a good thing. Cassiel's castle would oppress poor Samaire enough. Simply existing in this place would eat away at her light, there was even a slight chance that just being here could corrupt. However, Cassiel had other plans, and she milled over them as she walked. The child of a demon and angel, the nephilhim, will rise and turn the tide of the war . Everyone knew the prophecy, if in a broad, generalized sense. Cassiel knew it intimately. She knew the being who had spoken it, had been among the audience who had first heard it, understood its future and had prepared it for the present. Years, decades, centuries of preparation had led to this. Now Cassiel had just what she wanted. her lips parted in a smile at the though, her wings fluttering behind her. The demon had opted for the black wings this time, which she'd rightfully earned, as opposed to the harsher bat. After all, Cassiel was one of those who suffered from Vanity, and she arranged herself appropriately. Her scant robe, dark though it was, barely covered her flesh, certainly leaving a long expanse of leg. she finally paused at the entrance of the door, looking in, hearing the words ringing. Help you? she repeated, smiling. But aren't you one of the host? You're a bold warrior you should be able to handle something like this, surely, the demon scanned the cell, scanned the girl, her nose wrinkling. Certainly not her type, not in the slightest. but the information said that Samaire worked for her , and that was enough. Really, any angel would do, though one who preferred the female form would undoubtedly do best. Tell me, child, whispered Cassiel. Do you know what's going to happen to you, hmm? She ran her tongue along her lips, raking the other female over with her hungry eyes.