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

The pain again moved through her chest, a sharp, simple pain that wasn't enough to disrupt her, but enough to give her a clear vision that something was wrong. Upon the arrival of the message that her messenger had gone missing, it seemed that the only explanation could be the one she had come to before, though not specifically why. Why capture angels? Were they murdering them, using them as new toys and playthings? Just the thought had caused her to shiver, though one would ask why it had taken three days. Decisions made by God, ones that weren't questioned and acted upon until she was allowed to, questioning the decisions of their Creator certainly wasn't anything she wanted to deal with. However, she could only imagine the built up anger that could be seeping into the young one. There was no doubt in her mind that the young thing was weak, and left alone in her times of fear and probably tormented, there was no telling what was eating at her un-built mind. There was no other reason to take her. No reason other than her messenger was weak, and granted could potentially spill a few secrets, but there seemed to be something more to this. Cassiel . It was evident that one of God's very special angels would not be returning to his kingdom today, in the name of stopping something she had no idea of. She only for certainly knew the last attack had been a message to her, a demand to grab someone nearest to the elder. Honey colored eyes still managing to hold bright, almost illuminating in the gold that was on her frame, again there was that sense of wrong that toyed with the end of her heart. Played with her senses. It reminded her of the one she had spent such fond memories with. She remembered the other just as vividly as the one who fell remembered her, the green in her eyes always holding something beneath them, as though to say that God knew she was destined to become what she was now. But Azrael had held a bit of faith in her comrade, as they were both young things at the time, yet they both seemed to have their paths chosen already. Azrael was destined to become something great, and good, pure of heart. While Cassiel fell into the hands of the darkness, and accepted them warmly without even a second glance at what the hands of God had given her. Or her, for that matter, Azrael shaking her head faintly. She remembered sitting, listening to the other angels with her dear friend, telling stories of the glories and their times spent guarding humans, their times spent slaying the evils that Lucifer brought into the human world. Even she had been there for the story of- Nephilim. Despite the story being quite known among most angels and fallen alike, it was kept hushed and put away, locked among other stories that weren't often shared. And this, potentially was what left Samaire's mind blinded as to what was going to happen to her. Maybe not her in particular, but her mind was to be used, and tested. And maybe the lack of story telling wasn't what left her mind in a shroud, or rather the magic of the woman who stood before her, there were things she wasn't entirely aware of. Things she had never felt, and things that God had forbidden. What was this? Feelings of the flesh, dear Samaire. Again her skin burned, almost as though her blood was boiling and God was whispering to her- Or was that Lucifer? Calling her, beckoning her to fall down into these calls. Fall into what her body had tucked away for so long, was it that long? Or was it only a little while? It didn't matter how long they had been tucked away, for she could be punished for even feeling this at all. Small hands clenched into fists beneath her chained wrists, balled up and on the floor on either side of her, the brunette began to shake her head gingerly. Despite this, no other words fell from her mouth, back forced against the wall as the weight of the other pushed her back, her wings spread wide against it as she inhaled sharply again. Where was Azrael? Where was God? Why was there no one here to save her? Was she unimportant, disposable? Was she just some trick that was welcomed to be cast out, a test? Was this a test. Her petite frame was nothing in comparison to this demon's, tiny in comparison with slender legs and minimal curves, it was the blessing of God. Matters of skin were not something that was thought of, so no need to promote temptations. No need to provoke them early on, as their minds were still young, fresh. She herself had grown curious as to why the older angels looked so mature, so beautiful. Not to say that she herself wasn't, but there was clearly a difference. The flicker in her eyes occurred again when Cassiel's hands fell over her breasts, her chest rising and falling with struggles for air, everything felt heavy around her. Her skin felt hot, still burning and only seemed to sear more when the Fallen put her skin against hers, It. . Burns, Murmurs fell from her mouth, her eyes closing, wincing shut as her lips planted lustful kisses along her skin, playing with her senses and causing her body to shiver beneath her. Her fists released and clenched again, her mind trying it's hardest to fight against these sins, knowing that succumbing to them went against God, went against what she had worked so hard to get to. She couldn't let it all go for this.