Welcome to Gaia! ::

The shakles on my wrists chaffed painfully against my wrists. Pain. The concept was still foriegn to me as I hadn't felt it in several thousand years. As I was escorted by what had once been my commander down the marble steps all I could feel was dread. Remorse was far beyond me yet. I would feel it, as I had before, in a couple hundred years. Then I would be able to return.

"Selena, you have been charged with Hellish crimes against the Kingdom of God," Michael read from a scroll. "Your crime, as it stands now, is of entertaining those burdened by the fires of Hell. You are thereby banished to the Earth where you are stripped of your rank and your wings," My wings! I could feel them faintly behind me now, their white glow dim near the border between Purgatory and Earth. A ring of a sword in front of me brought my attention back to Michael. My heart stirred and beat as the firey sword came nearer, awakening the human part in me. Hands roughly turned me around and pinned me down as I struggled and screamed. Pain came from between my shoulders and a scarlet substance soaked into my robe. Tears sprung into my sea blue eyes and my throat was raw from shrieking.

Someone shoved me and I found myself falling through the air, paralyzed. I was spiraling towards one of the cities that seemed to be cropping up like trees used to. I crashed into the ground and groaned, blinking back tears. The ground was hot and my robe became black with it. I scrambled back and pressed myself against the rough bricks of a building. The space between my shoulderblades ached but it was nothing compared to the pain in my head. The absence of Holiness made my head pound and I collapsed, escaping into a place I hadn't seen in an extremely long time.

"Miss, Miss?" A gentle shaking of my shoulder awoke me and I reached behind my head to try and retrieve my dagger before I realized where I was. I shrunk away from the man. "I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Father Owens. Do you need help?" I looked at the man and saw the rosery poking out of his pocket and his priest garb. I nodded, sensing the Holiness in Father Owens and becoming attracted to it. He offered me his hand and I grabbed it. He began to walk and I followed him. "What is your name?" Father Owens asked.

"Serena," I answered. We entered a small church and Father Owens led me to the back.

"Heavenly Father!" Father Owens exclaimed as I turned around to shut the door. The color drained from my face as he saw the small bumps on my back and the blood on my robe. "You're an angel!"

"Was," I said sadly sitting in a pew. "If I could only feel remorse I would become one again," My eyes lowered as Father Owens' brown eyed gaze found mine.

"What was your crime?" He asked. I shook my head tears coming into my eyes. He would know there is little that you can do to get thrown out of Heaven.

"I fell in love with a man, a mortal man that was condemned to Hell," I said bitterly. Father Owens crossed himself and whispered the Hail Mary. I looked at him and sighed. The moon shone through the painted glass, illuminating the Blessed Mother.

"Perhaps you should rest, you have been through quite the ordeal," Father said. I nodded, not exactly knowing why he was helping a sinning angel, but I followed him into a side chamber where three beds were. I chose the first one and blinked slowly, extremely fatigued.

"Thank you," I said as the Father left. "And God bless you for your deeds," He smiled at me and I closed my eyes, falling to sleep. I dreamt of Heaven and its Kingdom. I dreamt that Timothy was there with me and his sins had been forgiven, but then I was falling back to Earth and I fell straight through to Hell, the fire burning away my wings.

"Help!" I shouted, flying into a sitting posistion. My golden bangs drooped in front of my eyes and I caught them, examining the ends in horror. They were turning black, a mark of the Fallen. "No! No, no, no, no..." I whispered frantically. I found a letter opener and ripped through my hair, cutting it all off except for a couple inches.

"What is the matter?" Father Owens came through the door wearing church robes. I concluded mass had been gathered and finished judging by the Holiness I found lingering from the people. I showed him my hair and he crossed himself.








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