<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"I am not here to save them. Perhaps you are, perhaps this is how you wish to 'redeem' yourself''</span></span><br/><br/>Solas raised his hand as she wrapped her strong yet delicate hands around his neck while his fingertips brushed against the smooth expense of her neck. He was not too sure of what she meant at that point for he did not remember sharing any details about the business he had come for, nor his purpose which held him prisoner in this world. Alas, he was chained to the ground, scarred; condemned to silently watch the mortals exhale their last breath before he could detach their spirits away from their bodies. The man watched her depart and he simply stood there, his soul stirring, angered, fighting for each breath he took.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.</span></div><br/><br/>This golf ball we call Earth, sheltered species of different shapes and forms, and then it sheltered Millicient. A magnificiant being and as much he disliked her presence which continued to remind him of who he truly was, he could not resist the fact that being around another of his kind was yet an enraptured reality. His reality.<br/><br/> The Fallen favored humans out of all the other living creations and he willingly prostrate to the first man created. Later on, he regretted to have lowered himself to such a low level, as he watched the humans fight and murder each other on Earth. He found himself engulfed in jealousy, pride and embarrassment. If the Creator was that perfect, then why would he crown them mortals with glory and honour?<br/><br/>For ages he silently watched and observed, studied Godâ€™s evolution, now living in larger groups - something they called a family or a tribe. He appeared to them in way too many different forms; just maybe he would change his mind about them. To give them a second chance. The mortals began to rebel against their maker, praying to fire, to the sun and the moon, some even prostrated to deities made of stone. He regarded them in a disdainful manner and for a while, he kept his thoughts to himself, until the day he marched tall and proud amongst the watchful gazes of his kind, fearful eyes fixated on him. He then prostrate before his Creator, and screamed his anger and deception; his hatred for them mortals and disgust, loudly questioning his Makerâ€™s so called 'faultless' judgement. In response to his offensive point of view, his Creator regarded him with shame, narrowing a stern, intimidating gaze upon him, and a once Archangel's eyes widened in terror as he realized that his nightmare has just began.<br/><br/>------------------<br/><br/>Solas entered the Tavern and headed directly to the bar. He dropped a few silver coins on the oak counter and picked up the key which was handed to him by the bartender. He thanked the bartender with a simple nod of his head and aimlessly moved toward his companion's direction, pausing short to notice that Sir Turbertus was now a little busy with the company of a promiscuous dominicella. As soon as the mortal noticed the presence of the Fallen, he excused himself and rose to his feet, nearing Solas. They exchanged a few words, Sir Turbertus verbally carrying Kell's message to him - the words escaping his vocals between the teeth. The Fallen took the scrap of paper and furrowed an eyebrow. <span style="color: #808080">''If we're seeking him in an hour before dawn, then I need a little bit of mental rest, my friend. I will come down when it is time.''</span> And at that, he retreated to the second floor, seeking a bed, some more ale and rest. He shut the door behind him and stepped towards the open double glass windows. His hands quickly unfastened the heavy cloak that burdened his shoulders, and then straightened his black silver embroidered tunic as he made his way to a small rectangular oak table, hosting fruits and ale.</span></ul>