<span style="font-family:Arapey">Celeste could feel the way that her body trembled that something big was coming.. She didn't want anyone to find out what she was.. There was still a stigma about and the more that she could avoid the subject of being an angel, the better. However, when the lackeys ended up cornering her against a wall despite her pleas. As they stood closer, unsure of who or what she was she felt her back against a wall and only when wings spouted from her back did they come closer. It was like fighting the masses as they came closer, trying to push their eager fingers away and protesting as they grabbed at and pinned her limbs. Celeste could feel tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks and only when they scratched at her skin did she whimper in pain.<br/>
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The young angel could feel the way nails clawed at her skin, both through lust for power and the curves adorned on her figure. She was a gentle soul and the way they eagerly grabbed at her skin for some hope for power to rub off on them was beyond her. Suddenly all she could smell was fire and some sort of ashen scent as she blinked through the tears. Her sobs went unheard and only when they were all being pulled off of her did she realize that this was no rescue. Sure those who attempted to assault her were gone, but only to be replaced with something worse. There was a demon man behind her and the two soldiers were threatening enough that Celeste instinctually sank down to her knees and sobbed gently as she covered her exposed chest.<br/>
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There was a part of Celeste that found his stature and voice to be unraveling, but the way he looked at her with an otherworldly hunger made her incredibly uncomfortable. She hated the way that he looked at her and she couldn't help but resist a shudder. She didn't want to let them know that they were beginning to make her skin crawl and only when he stood closer with that disgusting grin did her gaze revert to the ground. Within moments, they were grabbing her hair and as they slammed her face into the wall she let out a whimper and a shiver escaped her frail body. Her wings moved erratically as they searched for some sort of escape but, with the mass amount of men holding her into place it was a futile effort.<br/>
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Celeste didn't realize where she was going as her head was held down toward the ground, their hands and arms being cut on her wings, although soft to look at they held a ferocity that didn't quite match the gentleness of her eyes. Celeste looked between them as much as she could and she was able but when the demon from before came up and used a voice louder than she was anticipating Celeste couldn't help but jump. She didn't know what she could possibly do while being cornered at every turn. Celeste knew that keeping herself hidden as a human girl was folly at this point and the only chance she had was to play dumb or to beg forgiveness. She couldn't say that she was sent on a mission to destroy the cult that blossomed before her, and she wasn't about to reveal herself so easily.<br/>
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Her eyes glowed a gentle green and as she looked up at the man that could so very well control her fate, she bit down onto the inside of her cheek. All the young angel could make out was that she was outnumbered as she looked between all of them. The first devil had it right.. She was an intruder, and the idea that someone could figure out that she was here for a reason was indeed troubling. She stayed quiet just as the "Lord" had but when she was finally able, she stood and stared into his gaze no matter how hollow it may have felt. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"Yes, I'm an angel. But that does not mean that I am here with pure intent of malice."</span> She stood and just as quickly as she had, she was pushed down with someone grabbing at her shoulder. She was silenced with a tug of her hair and she whimpered as a tear threatened to fall down her cheek.<br/>
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Fighting against them, she could feel her wings cutting their limbs and Celeste fought against them regardless of how weak she actually was. Her bosom revealed behind torn rags, and her skin scratched and partially bleeding as she refused to be quieted. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"I want to learn where my ancestors refused.. To understand what you're doing so that I may join your.. Cause."</span> Her resolve wasn't incredibly strong, and there was a reluctance in her chest but as she was pushed down again, this time to the floor, her wings sprawled out and her body powerless beneath the two soldiers that caused pain to rise in her entire frame.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> "Dammit let me go! I didn't do anything! Your people attack me and now you refuse to hear me. Tell me, is this how you plan on treating those who strive to be loyal to your cause?"<br/>
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