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Jul. 11th, 2005 08:45 pmThe shackles held firm, despite Rosabiel's unceasing assults against them. Clearly the were not metal - her powers would have destroyed them with the slightest of touches. They were a charmed creation, untouchable to her angelic magic.
Ancient curses poured from her crackled lips. The demon had the upper hand, she realized with sickening logic, and any effort she made to escape would be thorted.
From the other side of the bars, Hinnom watched and caculated. The angel had yet to be broken completely. To approach her now would be a walk to a certain death. Furious with anger and desperation, Rosabiel would kill mercilessly. From the darkness he saw her eyes glittering in the waning light of her halo. Though her prsion would hold her, Hinnom took a step back, warily eyeing her as he dialed a number on his phone.
The hours past with grueling slowness, but Rosabiel waited, sphinx-like, for the oppunity that had yet been dancing out of reach. When the bewitched door finally opened and a man with shattered wings stared down at her, she readied for war.
Thaumiel's cigarette was dropped to the ground and then crushed into the floor with a heavy heel. "Forgive this cruelty," he said as he walked toward his prsioner, "But I knew you wouldn't willingly come to me."
Rosabiel remained silent.
"You aren't usually so haughty," he complained. After another moment of silence, he waved his hand dismissively. "I'll grant you that this is less than ordinary. You have every right to be sullen."
Her wine red eyes stared through him to the open door. She had previously assumed that she was trapped with high demon magic, a cell possibly constructed by Belial himself. With the appearence of the Fallen, her assumption had been proven wrong. The Fallen survived on a twisted, atramentous version of angelic magic. Forced serenity blanked her stare and she turned a disinterested face on Thaumiel. "Disappointed," she corrected. "I was hoping that perhaps I could save you and reurn you to the Heavens. Pity that you've chosen to be my enemy rather than friend."
Ancient curses poured from her crackled lips. The demon had the upper hand, she realized with sickening logic, and any effort she made to escape would be thorted.
From the other side of the bars, Hinnom watched and caculated. The angel had yet to be broken completely. To approach her now would be a walk to a certain death. Furious with anger and desperation, Rosabiel would kill mercilessly. From the darkness he saw her eyes glittering in the waning light of her halo. Though her prsion would hold her, Hinnom took a step back, warily eyeing her as he dialed a number on his phone.
The hours past with grueling slowness, but Rosabiel waited, sphinx-like, for the oppunity that had yet been dancing out of reach. When the bewitched door finally opened and a man with shattered wings stared down at her, she readied for war.
Thaumiel's cigarette was dropped to the ground and then crushed into the floor with a heavy heel. "Forgive this cruelty," he said as he walked toward his prsioner, "But I knew you wouldn't willingly come to me."
Rosabiel remained silent.
"You aren't usually so haughty," he complained. After another moment of silence, he waved his hand dismissively. "I'll grant you that this is less than ordinary. You have every right to be sullen."
Her wine red eyes stared through him to the open door. She had previously assumed that she was trapped with high demon magic, a cell possibly constructed by Belial himself. With the appearence of the Fallen, her assumption had been proven wrong. The Fallen survived on a twisted, atramentous version of angelic magic. Forced serenity blanked her stare and she turned a disinterested face on Thaumiel. "Disappointed," she corrected. "I was hoping that perhaps I could save you and reurn you to the Heavens. Pity that you've chosen to be my enemy rather than friend."