September 24, 2007

  • Beginnings Chapter 7


    Beginngins chapter7: Crystal's (my) chapter

    "You were told not to use your powers, were you not," Kaggren growled at the two Fallen before him.

    "Our lives were in danger," Azazel shouted back. "It was either I did that or..."

    "You're both injured," Kaggren interjected. "You should have assessed the situation and left, as Vlad tried to instruct you to do."

    "He was..."

    "Silence," Kaggren yelled. "I will hear no excuses for the behavior!"

    "Kaggren," Vlad began cautiously. The leader wasn't taking that they had not only awakened the demon, but condensed it to ashes as well. How were they supposed to know that he was experimenting? Plus, it seemed that he was having a 'bad day', meaning he didn't have his head on straight and currently, Vlad was fearing the punishment. "I think maybe you should think this through..."

    "You're not to speak, Vlad," Kaggren growled, eyes glaring harshly at his best assassin so much so, that Vlad backed down immediately. Azazel looked between the two, catching Kaggren's scathing look and began to fear for his safety. Kaggren did not look happy at all. "Now back to the problem at had. A year down in the isolation rooms. No chance of parole for the breech of my direct orders."

    "He's not in a condition to be there so soon," Vlad interjected angerly. "What the hell are you think..." He wasn't able to finish before Kaggren slammed his hands down on his chair and stood up, rising above the two Fallen who were on one knee.

    "Then, you will go there with him," Kaggren growled lowly. "Same sentence, no chance of getting off early." Looking at the guards around him, Kaggren decided that they would have to do. He didn't trust Yasuo right now, seeing as the other was glaring at him yet smartly stayed silent. "Get them out of my sight. I don't want to see them for a year."

    When the guards went to grab Vlad, he shook them off, flexing his wings a little to brush them away. "I know how to get there and don't need you manhandle me!"

    When they went for Azazel, Vlad promptly stopped them again, scowling. "He's not going to escape either, so how about you all just fucking back off?"

    The guards glared at him, but didn't touch Azazel as instructed. He may have been in trouble, but Vlad could still knock them around if they pissed him off enough. They led the two down into the depths of the castle, Azazel admiring the torch light on the wall, knowing that it would take very little concentration to be able to cause some havoc so that he could escape. However, the occasional glare from Vlad told him that he'd better think it though and carefully, which made him wary of trying anything as of yet. He was sure that he could have thought of a way out of whatever isolation chamber that they would put him in.

    At the end of the long stairway stood a large metal door which Azazel looked up in awe. Vlad on the other hand, closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, barely flinching as the massive door opened to reveal what Azazel knew that Hell hidden all along. The screams of the damned shrieked, the smell of burning flesh, of blood, brimstone, and things he couldn't place his finger on met him as he was forced inside. Along the walls were cells, showing the torture that was going on, yet they still moved forward. Taking Vlad's example, he let his eyes wander to the stone floor, unable to witness such horrors as they had been done to him in Heaven. He didn't need to relive those images on others, he really didn't.

    They finally reached the end of the hallway, where another door stood, this one made of steel as well, but a lot smaller in size. They entered this one, that had many similar doors lining either side of the hallway. He was pushed into one and Vlad in another, both doors closing at the same time. Enveloped in darkness, he created a small fireball in his hands to see what he had. There was a dark blue carpet underneath him, as well as a decent twin bed and a book shelf with some relics and books. Why where there books in such a dark room? He could only guess. There was even a small desk with paper in it, and some writing utensils even.

    This was supposed to be a punishment?

    "You really don't know us Fallen of Shadow very well, or even the Angels of Shadow do you," Vlad asked, folding his arms.

    Azazel almost squeaked as he spun around, eyes wide in surprise as he lay eyes on the other Fallen, who had a bored look. "How the hell..."

    "I can move in any shadow," Vlad explained. "I can even get out of here if I'm careful enough not to get caught. Not many can, but I've been here since Hell was created, so I know a few tricks."

    Azazel could only stare at him, mouth agape.

    "It's not that surprising. After all, you have a little flame in your hands, so you obviously know your element well."

    Azazel didn't think that he could take a year of this.