<span style="font-family:Arapey">Celeste felt her throat begin to dry as she opened her crystal blue eyes, dark hair matted against her neck as she slowly moved around grounds that seemed to be the place she had originally discovered. She was on a mission, sent from The Order, and she knew that even if these cultists had good intentions, she was to make sure their rituals never saw the light of day. Her eyes were troubled as she looked on each of the requirements for whatever they were going to do.. There were bodies being corralled somewhere and the bowls and daggers gave the young angel a terrible feeling. Her eyes fell as she thought a little harder on it, and as she felt a shiver escape her frame she shook her head. This had to be stopped.<br/>
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The young angel found herself hiding behind some barrels as she tried to find the leader of the organization, but knew that finding them would be no easy task. There was a multitude of men that had passed her in the halls, and just as she felt herself getting closer to where their ritual was to take place, the more servants she found. She remembered what Victor had said when he granted her this mission.. No matter what she had to do, it was for the betterment of the world. It was to restore order, and with a heavy heart she took on the burden of stopping what hundreds would deem unjust.<br/>
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It wasn't easy, but because of what her ancestors had done, she knew that she was to restore their name and honor and bright light back to the world.. Some way or another. As she found herself deep in thought, a man grabbed the barrel in front of her and she felt her eyes widen before she took a step away. One of the men tried to grab at her, but luckily her wings were like tattoos on her shoulders, and to them she appeared to be a normal human girl. Her eyes appeared panicked, and as she backed away and began to run Celeste had no idea where she was going. She didn't have a map and this was her first time in the catacombs.. At least that was what they looked like. It was a temple of sorts, but as she ran she wasn't thinking about the architecture. <br/>
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Hoping to lose them, Celeste hid behind a wall and stood quietly before they ran past her, alerting other guards of her presence. Celeste couldn't help but hold onto her elbows and she shivered thinking about what would happen should she be discovered. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"St-Stay calm. B-Breathe." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Each word that slipped from her lips were gentle and like a stream in a lonely meadow. Little did the angel know that someone was behind her. A tug on her hair made her wince, causing her eyes to flinch before she felt a man against her. His voice was husky, but right as the man was distracted, she stepped on his foot and caused him to release the blade he held tightly in his grasp. <br/>
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Celeste didn't know how a covert operation could so quickly turn sour, but it was. She was scared, and as she ran toward another hallway, she didn't have time to realize that she had found a dead end. She turned around but when she had, she was surrounded. Shaking like a leaf in the wind she trembled and her eyes shifted between all of them before feeling her back against the wall. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"Pl-Please I'm.. I'm lost. I.. I must've taken a wrong turn or something."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> She looked down but they weren't believing her little white lie. Moving in closer, she felt her breath get heavy, panic beginning to make her heart pound as fast as it was able. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"N-Not so close.." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Celeste held her hands out but they pressed on, moving to isolate her movements before a scream escaped her. One of them grabbed her wrists, the other pushed her face into the wall. There were more pointing blades at her and the more they made her tremble the more she shook. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"No..!"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"> Pleas falling on deaf ears caused her to float for a moment, a burst of energy escaping the young angel before wings sprouted from her back.<br/>
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She was horrified. She wanted to try and conceal the fact that she was a  celestial being, but not that she lost control over concealing her wings, her charade was over and although her burst of energy may have knocked them down, it was only a matter of time before she was helpless in their custody.<br/>
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