{I guess I'll post first}
"You vile wench!!" He screamed at the young girl who had just been caught in his chambers. "You will die for trespassing in here! How dare you defile my sleeping quarters?" He said, gripping the girl by the arm and yanking her from the room he had so vibrantly proclaimed. "Get out, filthy wench, you are not welcome here." He stated, growling softly to himself, wings flaring up to block the way to the door. His tail had been resting at his feet, but he paid no mind to the angry flicking that it had begun.
-The girl pleaded with the angry lord, stating that she had not known what was in the room, and she was searching for work to do around the castle to please him, but the angry lord wasn't compliant with her pleas. He had decided that she would be stoned to death infront of the vary people who had brought her into this world.-
Yes, Casia was an angry angel, since his casting from the heavens above he had sworn to curse all mortals. He had blamed the mortals of the land, deceiving him after he had given them so much, and sacrificed for them. Though, he had servants, and they all knew to stay out of his room, he wanted no foul scent of the wretched creatures in his room.
Casia, who was this angel? Why was he so important here? What did it matter?
He was an angel, yes, but he had special powers, powers that weren't of normal angels in the lands above. He could nurture the souls of the planet, and provide for their growth, but since he was cast... Things only died in his wake.
The angel stood at 6'2, and happened to have long white blonde hair, it was as pure as it was lovely. Like fine silks from the furthest corners of France, did it feel like. His eyes, oh they were a lovely shade of gray, but changed according to the soul he was tending to at the time. Attire? More oftehn than not he wore his angelic robes, only switching to a white blouse top, a leather vest, and a pair of leather pants. He hadn't liked the mortal clothing, and couldn't stand the scent they gave off. He was repulsed with the whole thought of touching something they had touched, and marked with their scents. Casia had a cold personality, and couldn't bring himself to care for anything, he hated everything, including the very flowers he had saved, the things that he had called pets, everything. He was bitter down to his very core, and a heartless b*****d at that. It was no wonder he gave the small boy a look that could slaughter when that thing rang the heavy bell to alert the castle servants someone was at the door.
"Aw bloody hell! Who the ******** could this be? I'm trying to clean up this mess." He stated, referring to the various feathers that were scattered around his chambers. After he folded his wings he walked out to the hall, and then glanced over the handrail for the balcony that hung over the foyer room at the front entrance. "Well, answer it, you worthless beings." He said in a cold tone, hanging his wings over the handrail to watch the servants open the door, revealing a small wealthy class-looking boy. "And what could you want?!" He shouted, stepping up onto the railing before expanding his wings to their full 12' span, jumping off to land gracefully on the floor to the foyer below.
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