<span style="font-family:Arapey">Unbelieving that her charade would be seen through when the laughter explodes behind her, there is shame and pain in Celeste's gaze. Not only was she on the ground, beaten and bare but nothing she said was being taken seriously and it took most of her composure to keep the light from emanating off of her. She was getting upset, but more because she knew that there were people here that were hurting.. People that needed her, and she could do nothing to bring an ease to their suffering. When she was pulled to kneel at Emlyn's feet she felt her eyes begin to glow partially out of fear and reluctance. <br/>
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Her eyelids fluttered as she processed that they were melding something obsidian.. Not doubt for her. Celeste felt herself begin to tremble lightly but she kept her gaze low until she was addressed again. Her throat went dry as she bit down onto her lower lip but when she timidly looked up she found his gaze and she immediately looked back down. The brunette didn't understand why someone would hold such disdain for someone he had only just met, but seeing how her intentions seemed to be less than honorable she could understand the hostility. At least.. A little.<br/>
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Her eyes found his as he spoke, a deep richness to his voice as she listened to the vibrato and it caused her to watch him carefully, cautious not to look away. He had assumptions of things.. But he wasn't completely wrong. She had not fallen, and she was no soldier which by the lack of her being able to defend herself would've been blindly apparent. When she heard clinking from behind her, her hair whipped around as she had and when she found the devil again, the scent making her nose wrinkle there was a sudden unease. Celeste felt every part of her want to run, her wings fighting as she felt the blood trickle against her skin when the men struggling to hold her gritted their teeth. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"N-No.. No you can't.."</span> Her eyes flickered as the devil came closer, both soliders holding her arms firmly to assure that she couldn't move. <br/>
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There was an immediacy and panic in her voice as the obsidian came closer, shaking her head as she read the words from his lips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> "N-No! No st-stop it!"</span> That same wave threatened to push them away from her, but just as it had, the devil's hand was around her throat and the clink of dark metal against her skin caused a whimper to escape her pained lips. They had released her, but only as she looked up at Emlyn did the sheen of her eyes begin to dim. The obsidian felt like it was slowly draining her, and within moments Celeste felt her wings shimmer away to nothing. They had faded back into her shoulders, black tattoos forming on her frail skin as she pulled the shredded rags onto her skin. <br/>
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Her eyes blinked slowly and the obsidian seemed to sear into her skin as it rested there. Pained groans escaped her and when she heard the scream, she accompanied it with her own as she felt the collar begin to tighten around her throat. Her eyes weakly looked at the humans and her eyes widened for a moment. It.. Couldn't be.. Had she been discovered too late? Was it beginning now and all she could do was watch? Celeste looked at Emlyn in horror and she shook her head, crawling hurriedly. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"Pl-Please you can't.. They.. They didn't do anything! They're innocent!" </span><br/>
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A hand reaching up onto his slacks gripped onto to him, as if her fighting him would have been some sort of strength to pull him away from this farce. Celeste couldn't help but tremble as she gripped onto him, feeling a tug against the chain around her neck. It hurt and tears of pain began to drip down her cheeks but she wouldn't let go.. She couldn't. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"Have mercy! This.. This serves nothing!"</span></span>