She was much older than she appeared to be. Why? Well here is the answer. If no one has figured out she is a Fallen Angel yet; then there might be no hope for this world. Castiella is trapped on this earth, and she was created to do the bidding of the Dark Lord. The markings on her face is not a quintessence. She was branded by the tar of hell. It is a mocking of the holy trinity, a laughter in the face of the mighty lord. Even Heaven makes mistakes, but believe it or not, it is not the angel's fault that she fell. Talk of a conspiracy had been going around the heavens, and well Castiella found her self in the middle of it. Angered and convinced she was the source of it all, the angel was FORCED to fall. That is how this pretty little thing ended up in hell. Then she met the love of her life, a creature so divine, powerful, and BEAUTIFUL. He loved her for her; she never had to try to get his attention. SHE was all he wanted, and HE was all she wanted. He loved her even before her body was branded with black tar. Then he loved Castiella more. Even though her heart was bitter from the heavens above, he still LOVED her. The Vagrant is what he was called. There are no real names in hell. The dark lord chooses what name will fit each spirit best. Castiella was The Fallen. The Vagrant and The Fallen had a bond no one could break, but many tried. Only ONE has been successful at keeping their love apart by making it a TABOO.
Heavy breaths filled the air, and her eyes ripped open. The dreams she had made her relive her past. Sparks waved across her body in anger, frustration, and sadness. Why her? Why THEM? Massive blood colored wings lifted as she rose to her feet once again. She was tired; she could never sleep, she did not want to relive her dreams. She did not want to relive her past EVERY night. Where was she? Teal eyes burned with the fire of hell as a small giggle finally broke from her maw. Her white mask looked up to the sky above with a grumble.
"Fuck you..." Her head shook the long creamy tresses of her mane as she looked back down to earth. Eyes scanned over every inch of her own body. It was perfect in every way, shape, and form. She could not complain about that. Spinning around with a soft hum she skipped around the monument.
Child like giggles rumbled from her chest. Large blood wings dragged the ground, Castiella was enjoying this moment alone. Abigor was off doing something, and Akriel. Well, she missed his already. A small part of her wondered what he was doing, or where he was now. So maybe she was not enjoying this moment ALONE. She knew the boy was subject to emotional mood swings. What if he was doing something that got him into trouble? What if he was doing something wrong?She would not be there to take the fall from him. What if someone was picking on him? She would not be there to PROTECT him. Castiella needed to find him as soon as possible. She needed to be with him again! They were apart for too long; she lost him for a few days one time. It will NOT happen AGAIN.
Well, where the fuck does she start? A small giggle escaped her maw maybe she should just wait here. He always seems to find her no matter what. So the girl found her spot next to the monument once again. Her slim bodice pushed against it as barred front legs folded, and tri-tones rear legs lowered her weight to the soft grass. Milky tresses rested on the ground as she placed her masked skull down. She would wait for him here. Bright teal eyes closed as she took in a sweet breath of air. Little did the girl know that she would drift off into sleep once again.
"Talk."
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Akriel
Siren's Summit
Akriel <3
