|| In the midst of feeling down, and at ones lowest point, there comes a time when we begin to question our actions. We begin to question everything we’ve done that led us to such despair, and such a feeling of woe. Some get angry, some get depressed, some let these moments fly by with no more than a simple proverbial wave of their hand. But there are those rare few that decide to do something about their fate. Instead of dwelling and drowning in what they cannot change, they look forward to turning their life into something better. Something they can manage. They crawl up from rock bottom with nothing but their bare hands. ||
Each breath of air inward felt like daggers shooting down her throat. The cold was so unbearable all of sudden. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving her shaking. The thought of making her wings cover her frame was merely that, a thought. Red stained and dripped down from the otherwise pure white plumage. Damaged and in pain her wings hung slack behind her. If she had known what was to happen next she may have fought through the pain. She may have scooped herself up and taken off. But how could she know what He would do? Never before had He stooped to the level he was about to.
Heavy foot falls approached her and her ragged breath did little to muffle the ominous sounds stalking toward her.
“Samael… It pains me to see you like this… So full of hate and rage. To think you would go this far? All because I told you ‘no’? I was going to forgive you after a time. I was going to give you another chance. Now?”
The tall and ominous figure crouched and picked the woman up by her throat. Her crystal blue irises stared unwavering at the figure that held her. Forcefully he turned her head away from him and back onto the battlefield that splayed around them. Black and red blood splashed the snow covered ground. Twisted and mangled demon bodies lay everywhere. Her children. Her creations all gone in less than a day, and it took her months to create them all. Among the dark and twisted formes lay other bodies. More human in nature, only like herself they had large wings emerging from their broken bodies. Their eyes open with terror, anger, pain. Whatever their last moments had been to be immortalized on their expressions. Her brothers. Her sisters. This isn't what she had wanted. She didn't feel that they would have followed him into battle against one of their own. For a moment she grieved them. She knew all of their names. All of their faces. They were younger than her. So young, and naive. A single tear slid down her face as she took the time to go through them all.
“All of this chaos! All of this destruction! It was caused by you! So many of my children lost because of you! I should snap your neck right now for all of this!” The figured snarled his grip on her tightening, cutting off some air to her lungs. Her hand swung up and tried to loosen the grip that held her, but it was useless. “However I have seen too many of my children die here today. I shall not witness another even if it would be just.” With that he threw her to the ground. She coughed and sucked in air, even though the cold still felt like breathing daggers. She swallowed hard keeping her gaze on the patch of snow in front of her. Somehow this small patch remained white through all of the carnage of the battlefield. The figure walked around her slowly. Still talking. He loved to talk didn't he?
“Samael, your punishment will be far longer. Eternity if need be. You shall remain in Hell. With all of those tortured souls you yourself have created. And you.. You shall never be allowed into Heaven again.” He came up behind her where she sat hunched over her small white patch of snow. His hand stroked one of her wings, and he looked down and to the side for a moment as if to contemplate his next move. “To ensure you do not try anything like this again. To ensure you stay away from Heaven's gate.” It was now his turn to swallow hard, and his bottom jaw quivered if only a small amount before he had snapped it shut and tightened his hand around the base of her right wing. “Your wings are now forfeit.”
Samael’s eyes widened at that last sentence. She tried to lunge forward and away from him but it was too late. She was in his grasp, and he was not going to let go. “F-Father please! Wait n-AAAAHHH!!!” She tried to plead before his hand began to tear her wing from her back. The pain was so severe her blood curdling scream cut off her last words. She could feel every muscle, every tendon, every bone, ripping, snapping, tearing from her skin. And once it was all over the thick red blood dripped down her back, pooling into the snow to her right. Her left hand shakily went toward the freezing open wound on her back. Her motions once again like her words cut off by another horrid scream piercing through the air as the other wing was released from its resting place. Another gaping hole, and another pool of blood forming to her left. The snow began to soak in the crimson liquid, turing the pure white of the snow in front of her as red as a glimmering ruby.
In shock, and in pain the woman just lay crouched over, shaking in the cold. The figure took up her wings and reached out to stroke her hair, for even a small portion of comfort. This was temporary. Every child would learn their lesson. Even the most rebellious. If only given time. Just as his fingertips nearly reached the shining gold tresses, he halted hearing a small mumble come from her. Furrowing his brow he stopped to listen.
“I.. denounce my name..” She said quietly. This time he heard her words. His brows raised in surprise. “I denounce the name you gave me, I denounce who I was when you gave it to me. I DENOUNCE YOU!” With each word she got louder and louder and on the last sentence she spun her head around her pain and tear filled gaze staring directly at the man she once called father. Her crystal blue irises began to change, becoming as red as the snow below stained in her blood. Her long golden locks began to lose their color, turning as white as the snow one had been. “I will never forgive you, you depraved lunatic!” She growled to his face.
Anger boiled into his gut and he gripped onto her wings tighter. He thought to set them ablaze right there, but something within stopped him.
“Then you shall never return home..” Was all he said before he jumped into the air and flew from view. She followed him with her red gaze, cursing him as he made off with the only piece of her that ever meant something.
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The now white haired female awoke with a start, and a deep gasp of pain. Her back felt like it was on fire. Every movement she made to try and push herself off of the ground only made the pain sear even more. She choked out a small cry and tried to set her blurry vision straight so she could see where she was. She no longer felt cold. She must have been taken off of the mountain side. She could hear… birds. And smell… flowers. HER flowers. She breathed a deep sigh of relief to know she was taken to her Garden. Here, at least for now, she was safe.
Once her vision cleared she looked around, only able to lift her head slightly. Laying in front of her was a sleek black cat. His golden eyes shifted to her once he noticed the movements she was making. Faeles… That was how she made it here. Despite all that had happened she was able to manage a slight tug of her lips in a half cocked smile.
Choking back her sobs of pain the female managed to push herself upright. She twisted herself as much as she could to look back at her wings.. Or what was left of them. Seeing the two gaping holes on either side of her spine, Samael was unable to hold back her tears any longer. They flowed from her freshly colored hues and her bottom lip wavered slightly.
The black cat got up and walked over to her laying down in her lap. What a mysterious thing he was. Always there when she needed him. He was able to distract her if only for a while. Her hand moved from her upper shoulder and to his sleek coat. The feeling of his soft fur seemed to lull her enough, and took her from her own mind. Now was not the time to feel sorry for herself. Now was the time to heal. Heal and then she would strike back again. Wings or no, she would have her revenge.