Fantasy ||Caged ʷ''ⁿᵍˢ|\/|Escape Celestiel|/\|

[FREEYEET]

There was once a place called Celestiel. It was where the angels lived high among the clouds. It was a peaceful place, nothing ever really happened. The angels had a ruler. He was named Amanaki and was the angel of hope. He was killed before he could fully become ruler, assassinated. His death brought a new ruler upon Celestiel. His name was unknown to the angels but he was deemed Thantos, the angel of death, by the angels. He had an army which was later called the Achmetha, brothers of death. Thantos took over Celestiel with his army of darker angels, enslaving or capturing the good angels. The pure angels are either kept in a dungeon, used as a slave for the higher ups of the Achmetha army, or even used just for toys, fighting each other in battle rinks as entertainment, used as sacrifices for the gods, or anything else that is pure torture.


The angels must escape Celestiel and go down to earth to hide themselves. The only problem with this is that it might just get the humans involved in a war between the angels and the Achmetha, and even the gods may get involved.

 

[Eve Voltaire]

Her eyes were they open or closed. The smell of death or the dieing. The screams and the pain, She shuddered and shot upright. The smell of decay all around her. This was only her second life as a prized Valkyrie she was still getting used to all the death. A small light came out of no where a fire shown brightly, that's when she saw them angels in shackles. Weeping over the dead and for one another. So much sorrow and death in one place.

 

[FREEYEET]

【×】【♥】【×】ร๏Ŧt ђא๓ภAamina could still see it clear as day. The death of her friend danced in her head and played over like a movie. The blood seeping over to Aamina's bare feet over and over again. Aamina's friend, Cadie the Angel of Purity, was killed. She had been defying the Achmetha when they tried to capture her and Aamina. Though, that wasn't the only reason and Aamina knew it. It was also because of Cadie's powers that she had been murdered by the Achmetha soldiers. The purity angel had the power to turn the evil angels back to good. That would probably get in the way of 'lord' Thantos's plans. Therefore, Cadie was killed off. Aamina felt her eyes water up. Cadie had been her only good friend. Sure, Aamina was pretty social with the other angels as well, but Cadie was the one person she really trusted. Aamina brought her tied up hands to wipe away the tears streaming down from her eyes. Her hands were in chains, clothes torn from the attacks of the soldiers. Aamina hated guys. They were all disgusting pigs.


Aamina was meant to be a slave angel, she was to become a peasant to some person in the Achmetha army. She'd rather kill herself. She had heard about the Amanaki situation, then Thantos became ruler. She and Cadie had tried to run but they were later caught. There was no escape from this nightmare. Aamina stared at the floor as an Achmetha soldier in front of her dragged her by a chain, pulling her somewhere through a large dusty building. It looked like the inside of some old fashioned castle. Aamina's small white wings were folded against her back. The color of them was a dull, dirty white. Blood was smeared in her feathers. Bruises covered her, cuts showed all over her limbs. She felt like she were repetitively dying inside. The dark hall made her feel tiny in the world. Here was the angel of safty and protection, yet her friend was killed in front of her and she couldn't do anything about it. Aamina's wrists hurt. Her expression blank. The only thing that kept her moving forward was the chain tugging her along.




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@Coal @CelestialBunny @Eve Voltaire

【×】【☭】【×】г๏ยﻮђ ๓єl๏๔ySomnus moved quietly. He still had yet to be caught. Moving through the dark castle, Nu found he was quite lost. His face was covered by his mask, but he smirked gently and leaned against a wall beside him, aggrivated with the building he was located in. Somnus was here only because it seemed to be the right place to roam. His eyes were itchy from the dust the castle packed in. Of course, the fallen angel was doing something he shouldn't have been. Like he always was. His goal in the place was really to try and help the angels. He didn't really understand why he felt like doing so, but he couldn't just stand around while some other bad guy took his spotlight and his name. Thantos the Angel of Death Sumnus' ass. He was the former god of death, therefore had dibbs on the name of angel of death and murder. He was the true Thantos and he did not like other's stealing his identity. Even if he wasn't called Thantos directly, that would have been one of his names as a god. Thantos, Hypnos, Somnus, gods had many names and none of them liked having other's stealing their names.

Often while Somnus was moving through the castle he wondered if what he was doing would be considered a 'nice' thing. He was doing this only for himself, it wasn't because he cared for the other angels. In fact, he hated them. Angels always kept to their uptight world and rejected the other angels who didn't play along with their rules. If the peace was destroyed someone would pay the price for it. Just as Somnus has. He wanted to kill the angels, but first 'Thantos' was on his list.

Somnus began moving again, walking through the empty dark halls of the castle. It seemed hopeless to try and figure his way out of the maze, so instead he would just have to walk around randomly until he found somewhere to let him out.

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@Coal @CelestialBunny @Eve Voltaire

 

[Eve Voltaire]

Looking up out of a daze, seeing a beautiful face in a cage just a few feet away covered in blood. She started to hum a little then started to sing to the beautiful winged creature."you will be OK you will get back up and fight back" She said to the pretty thing

 

[typhoon]

The Angel of Cunning strode through the dungeons, observing the haul. He noticed one of his men, and waved a sign of greeting. He turned to the cages, and was rewarded with pitiful creatures. He rather hated angels, but the hatred wasn't as strong as it used to be. Maybe he was finally maturing. He inwardly laughed at that, and walked up to one of the cages and peered in. He guessed the dirty creatures were females, but it was rather hard to tell with the blood and grime mixed together. Hopefully they were assigned masters soon so they could as least have better conditions.

@Eve Voltaire @xXDeathXLifeXAngelXx​

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[Eve Voltaire]

Hearing new boots stroll through the halls of the dungeons she quickly sat by the bars on the far corner of her cell hoping he wouldn't see the other side of the cell were she was digging her way out. She wasn't part of this war between the white feathers and black eyes just a prisoner caught in the middle. She Looked upon the new faces in the dungeons they were dead or dying, were we to stay here our whole life or whats left of it.


(@Coal & @xXDeathXLifeXAngelXx )

 

[typhoon]

The Angel of Cunning sighed as one of the figures crawled back. He couldn't believe he had wasted his time coming down here for these dirty creatures. He decided to walk off a bit, then made an illusion of himself walking out the dungeon while the real him was camouflaged in the dark. He then made the cage door look like it was open the slightest bit. If this is what it took to get a glimpse of these creatures he would happily do it to make up for time lost.

@Eve Voltaire
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[Eve Voltaire]

Seeing the guard walk out of the room she moved around her dark cell closing her wings so she was herself and not like one of the white feathers creatures. She tripped over her own feet and hit her cages door it was open. Should i try and run she thought maybe im strong enough. She crawled out of the door without making a sound she started for the only way she new would lead her out.


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[typhoon]

The Angel of Cunning snorted a tad bit as he weaved more into the illusion. She must think she's out of here, he thought. It was kind of funny. She was obviously not an angel, that part was clear. She didn't have that..aura. After getting his observations, he released the illusions, and the girl found herself right back in her dungeon, with the dark angel crouched right in front of her, the bars being the only separating from his huge form. His one red eye gleamed from under his hood as he stared right at her, a smirk on his features.

@Eve Voltaire
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[Eve Voltaire]

She gasped as little than started to weave doubt into this creature of shadow. " You don't think you can win this war, your weak afraid of what would happen to you if we won it would you be killed,or worse a slave" She smiled at him and through his hood she saw that one red eye that one statement of death." I am not a shadow like you nor an white feather like them what are you going to do with me." She asked <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_12/Doubt.PNG.492dafeaacac5f49cbc02288c25dbd10.PNG" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="92304" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_12/Doubt.PNG.492dafeaacac5f49cbc02288c25dbd10.PNG" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


" You know im not like them and you don't know what i am do you" She asked as she leaned her back to the bars wait for the creature to kill her.

 

[typhoon]

The Angel of Cunning simply smiled. At least this one had spunk.


The others usually just moped around. He saw no tears in her eyes, which was rather pleasing.


"I am not weak, and I am not afraid. I'm pretty sure I've already won this war, because you and others are behind bars, and you're the weak ones." He cocked his head as he gazed at her. "Your wings look rather white..Or they used to be before you got yourself into this predicament. It doesn't really matter though. You're most likely going to be given to one of my men as a toy whether you're an angel or not. They're not very picky."


He laughed at that, light from the few torches shining on his stark white pointed teeth.
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@Eve Voltaire

 

[Eve Voltaire]

Smiling at him she said" my wings were always gray darling im not weak and a toy your men will be. " And then she thought as his teeth shown " Why don't you have a white feather at your side as a toy, "she smiled and turned back around and when to her wall. "Your the only one with eyes red as blood and teeth sharp as daggers and with an interest in white feather. Why is that?"


@Coal

 

[typhoon]

The Angel of Cunning's smile slipped off his face as she asked about his lack of a slave.


Admitting guilt from his past stopped him from having one certainly wouldn't make him seem any more dangerous and intimidating.


"Maybe I don't have one because they rarely live past a few days." He said stiffly. "They tend to go a little crazy," He said as he formed an illusion of a small snake in the corner of the cell.


It let out a very realistic hiss before vanishing and reforming into a variety of other animals before disappearing.


"My mind tricks can get worse than this. I can stimulate pain." His blood-red eye glowed brighter as he said this. @Eve Voltaire​

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[Eve Voltaire]

"You being so big and you need parlor tricks to scare your victims mmm yummy the pain you inflict in here is nothing compared to what I have felt on the battle field." She sad with a smile knowing he has a weakness was all she needed to know. " I bet you can't even handel a slave or me a valkyrie."she said with a sly smile. " why is it you don't have one or am I not able to know, and on that madder what's your name.Or is that against regulations of the guards code."she smiled

 

[typhoon]

The Angel of Cunning simply shrugged.


"My 'parlor tricks' as you call them got me to where I am now, and I am not a guard," he snorted.


"I didn't work my ass off for thousands of years to be called a guard. I'm a general, and hell of a good one, may I add. And I'm not the one who inflicts pain usually. That's your keeper's job."


He stood up, his legs needing a stretch after being in a crouch for so long. "My name is the Angel of Cunning,"


He said after a while had passed. "What's yours?" @Eve Voltaire
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[Eve Voltaire]

"We'll General to you I'm call whatever you may like here we have no names and still I have to feeling you don't like us yet you have sat here for quite a bit talking to me. Why is that I hope you ask yourself these questions " she said with smile. She twisted her hands and lifted the dead took there souls and devoured them."welcome to death my General"

 

[typhoon]

The Angel of Cunning simply grunted at her display. "I've been dead for thousands of years, and I serve the king of the dead" He said as he stepped towards the exit of the dungeons. "And hate won't stop me from having a conversation." He said as he flashed a grin.

@Eve Voltaire​

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[Eve Voltaire]

She smiled a kind of smile only a dead man may understaind and whisper then we're serve the same master. As he slipped away out of the dungeons she continued to dig the hole under the cell.

 

[FREEYEET]

【×】【♥】【×】ร๏Ŧt ђא๓ภAamina yelped as she was pulled forward by her chain. The tug was so strong it forced her to fall to the ground. She curled up, her knees and elbows scraped, her wrists were bleeding from the rusty chain the guard in front of her pulled on. The guard turned around and gave a soft growl. "Get up." He spoke. His voice was harsh and held a scent of displeasure. Aamina glared up at him. "Make me." She spat, only to regret it soon after. He went over and kicked her hard. So hard, Aamina coughed up a bit of blood. He then grabbed onto her golden hair, pulling her up as she screamed in agony. "I said get up you piece of filth." He growled into her ear. Aamina just stared up at the ceiling and let the tears roll down her cheeks. She couldn't use her powers, something was blocking her from using her force fields. She managed to put her feet underneath her and stand. "We're almost there." The guard said as he turned and continued to pull Aamina down the halls.


They were to go to the dungeons where Aamina was to be stuck into a cell with other slave angels until she was picked up by someone else. Aamina just stared at the floor. Fighting back wouldn't help her out of this, therefore, she felt that fighting would be useless and she just shouldn't even try anymore. She shook her head. She just needed to come up with a plan, and a quick one at that. She wanted to get out of here so badly. Aamina bawled her fists. She'd have to do something.




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@Anyone

 

[Eve Voltaire]

She looked over at the beautiful creature and whispered I think I have a way out she waved her hand and a body moved in her cage here's a helping Hand @xXDeathXLifeXAngelXx

 

[typhoon]

The Angel of Cunning returned to the dungeons soon after leaving. The slaves were to be cleaned up before being distributed. The ANgel of Cunning didnt really understand why all of this was necessary. SUre, they were the enemy, but wouldn't they be more useful dead? Making them into slaves meant they were now lurking in the castle, which wasn't very smart. But Lucifer had made his orders pretty clear and The Angel of Cunning would never go against them. He walked in and noticed the new angel near the one he had just conversed with. He turned to the jailer. "I'm supposed to take them to the bathing rooms. Secure them for me." The Angel of Cunning said gruffly. He hated the dungeons and he'd be happy to leave as quickly as possible. @Eve Voltaire @xXDeathXLifeXAngelXx