The girl moved with the divine grace of an angel... a FALLEN angel. Wherever her hooves touched, there was destruction, death, fights, and pure chaos. At such a young age she was already colder to the world than most immortal creatures. It was not her fault; nothing is ever her fault. She was BORN like this. Castiella did not choose this life, fuck it the girl would still be stomping through hell if she had a choice, but she didn't. The choice was never hers. The filly was always told where to go, what to do, and how she should do it. Maybe that is what happens when you are a child. Her banded muzzle huffed slightly as her black ears pinned against her skull. FUCK them all....
Her body sparked and jumped with golden electricity. The black shit on her chest oozed and dripped a trail of black flowers on the ground. Maybe it was the way Kaos marked the unholy ones in his land. The flowers followed her like a black parade. She never had to bring flowers to a funeral when she could fucking GROW a garden from her chest.
"Fucking flowers..." Her voice lashed the air like a whip as she trotted closer to the large tree.
Cas could not help but think of the last time she was in this hell hole. She started to giggle as the reactions of Otem played in her mind. Her hooves soon began to skip instead of a trudge. Massive blood colored wings clung tightly to her angelic creamy bodice. The sun light bounced from her sparkling pelt. Castiella looked like the picture perfect child. Skipping, giggling, and plastering a fake ass smile across her masked skull. Soon she heard the words of someone. She was not ALONE. Giggling she slowed down to a walk as she peeked from a bush. A man stood there speaking some odd language. Blood splattered eyes brightened as she placed her striped hoof out into the open. A small giggle fell from her mouth as her peachy sparkling body followed.
"What language is that? " Milky tresses floated onto her masked features of her face. Castiella wondered closer to the man looking into the sky.
" Nothing exciting as usual up there..." Her honey sweet voice mumbled as she looked back to the ground. A fucking flower bed on the ground was already starting to form from the oozing black wound on her chest.
"Talk"
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