Hell on Earth ..... Mature

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Her expression betrayed no pity, but remorse was hidden beneath the mask that she had thrown upon her face to hide everything. He would not see her show pain, nor pity for the angel. Yes, he had broken what laws that the woman had laid down, and thus, punishment was hers to dish out to the angel that thought himself so high and mighty. His whimperings made her bite her bottom lip, watching through cold golden eyes. They held no warmth, and so, watched him with any misgivings.

Once the collar was welded back together, Leona stood up, while watching the hot metal cool down. After it was back to a temperature that was able to be touched, Leona ran her fingers along it, smirking at how it felt. "And now we may leave,"she said softly, letting go of that physic hold she had placed upon the angel, so that Victory could follow her out of the room. As she reached the threshold, she looked back at him, waiting patiently. "So.. what exactly is your favorite color, hmm?"

[midnight]

Victory rolled over to his side to his side and quivering in torment, still in denial at what had just happened.

"And now we may leave,"she said softly,

Slowly the angel sat up on the bed and a fresh wave of tears began streaming down his face when he saw the white feathers on the floor. His shook shoulders as he wept and put his hands over his eyes unable never before had he ever felt so much shame. After a while he silently rose to his feet and his head was hung low and his blonde hair hid his tear stained eyes as he walked submissively behind Leona.

"So.. what exactly is your favorite color, hmm?"

Victory didn’t speak, his head remained lowered, no longer was his nose in the air looking down at the disgust at everyone and every thing that came under his sight. His wings quivered against his shoulders and the back of his legs diminishing his powerful presents considerably.

He gave her no trouble going to the apartment, following in absolute silence. When they entered into her pad he stood in the middle of the room his head still done and didn’t speak… his cheeks still wet with the river of old tears… he had stopped crying outside but still mourned inwardly.


By the way he stood, he looked and moved it was if he were naked in public, by way he had his arms rapped around himself…. Even though no one else could tell that his wings had been cut… he knew they were clipped … he couldn't bare the to look at them, for him there was no greater shame.


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sorry took so long, I lost my post twice because of the bad internet connection =(

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It was not a peaceful or consoling silence that hung between the ood pair as they made their way back to Leona's place.
This was a condeming silence..
..the worst kind.

Leona did not say a word, but simply led the way back, knowing full well that the angel was ashamed of himself. It seemed that she had brought him to his place, though now, she was beginning to regret hurting Victory, even though he fully deserved it. The man did not answer her question, and Leona did not press him. He held himself as though he were extremely vulnerable, and the woman could not blame him for that.

Opun opening the door, this new side of the angel had not ceased. He stood quiet in the middle of the rooom, no sound or movement, head bowed, which hid the tears that the blue-eyed angel had summoned up. A hand went up to softly stroke his hair, and then, Leona genlty drew him close, wiping away the trail that the long-gone tears had left on his cheeks. "Come and talk with me," she said, wanting to help get his mind off of things that she had done to him.

"I won't hurt you anymore. I give you my word." Yes, she wouldn't hurt him.. but punishment for her was a different story. It was one that the man would learn. If he went and shared with her, then the punishment would be lessened, more than likely increasing the time that he would get to spend in the putside world.

[midnight]

Victory said nothing, he didn't even look at Leona as she wiped the cold tears from his face.

"Come and talk with me," she said, "I won't hurt you anymore. I give you my word."

The angel turned away from her, "You can't hurt me anymore," he whispered and refused to speak further. To him there was nothing to talk about, nothing she could say or do would ever make him feel better or worse. Once he had been great and powerful… but now more.

But then he snapped "Don't touch me!" he snarled striking her hand away with his open palm and then moved away... his head still lowered and returned to silence.

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She was exceedingly gentle with the the angel, her movements slow, as though proving that she wasn't a threat unless he made her one through his own actions and decisions. "I won't harm you," she whispered gently, taking a slow step toward Victory, ignoring the way he had roughly pushed her aside before. Leona wouldn't take her golden eyes off him, though they bore no hatred, only pity for Victory. She had not wished to make the angel react like this, and so, she would try to redeem herself, if only slightly, in his eyes. Leona wasn't sure why she felt this way, to want and make everything better between the two - or at least to the way thngs were before.

"Why don't you have some tea?" she suggested lightly, brushing the blond locks out of his blue eyes that were downcast. "Or perhaps you would just like to be alone for a little while," she whispered, turning away from him, her own short brown hair bouncing lightly as she did so. It hurt that he would barely speak to her, though it was understandable, seeing as she had clipped him. rendering his pride useless, and also causing that immense pain. This time, it was she that left him in silence, only to come back with a cup of tea a couple of minutes later.

Though Leona did not need to drink or eat, that didn't mean she wouldn't. After all, if one liked the taste of something, then they would indulge themselves, no? This was green tea with honey and sugar, a little bit of milk mixed in, sweet-tasting and yet a relaxing, soothing sort of thing.
It was set down on the bedside table, and gently, Leona led the angel over to the bed, sitting him down and ignoring the protets, both physical and vocal.

She offered him the cup of tea, though she was unsure if he would take it. "It has touched the earth, but I doubt even the heavens could cheer you up now," she remarked quietly. Victory didn't have to drink it, but it would make him feel better, at the very least.

[midnight]

Victory remained silent... this time he didn't react as she touched him, he just stood there looking down at the floor. When she went away he remained in the same spot, where she had left him, not even his eyes had moved. When she came back with the tea he didn't so much at look up at her or shake his head... he didn't do anything, he wanted to die... if only he could... he didn't care any more.

He didn't even protest as she pulled him over to the bed, he just walked stiffly as of he were a robot relunctantly took a seat as he sat him down... but his head was still hung and his eyes still on the floor.

"It has touched the earth, but I doubt even the heavens could cheer you up now," she remarked quietly

Victory said nothing, he just sat there quietly holding himself, his head low... refusing to even acknowledge her presence.

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She sighed. He wouldn't even talk to her, let alone look at the woman. Leona gently stroked his cheek, hoping to get something out of him. However, she wasn't sure if she would. After all, the poor angel looked practically traumatized.. which he probably was. She didn't force him to drink the tea, but merely set it aside, back to the beside table.
Leona sat next to him, putting her arms around his body, cold and pale compared to his. She moved slightly so that the woman was somewhat seat in his lap, her face nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

"The world isn't over yet, Vic.. otherwise I'd be in hell. So just.. move on. They'll grow back in time."

[midnight]

Victory didn't move when she stroked his cheek, he didn't even blink it was like sitting next to a statue.

"The world isn't over yet, Vic.. otherwise I'd be in hell. So just.. move on. They'll grow back in time."

Indeed he had been traumatized, his pride had been forcibly ripped from him. Pride had been the only thing he loved, he never had cared for anyone else accept for himself. He would not listen to her, she didn't understand or he thought, and even if she had gone through worse he was so consumed in own self pity that it didn't matter... for no one could hurt as much as he and no one could console him because he had no love or understanding about anything or anyone around him.

A shiver ran through him as Leona embraced him, blinked feeling he cool cheek on his neck as she nuzzled him. Victory closed his eyes as he took in the scent of her hair and let out a small gasp. He tried to turn away... disliking the attention for it disrupted his concentration of his self loathing and self pity. Her cool gentle touches so grew to much to ignore and he snapped growling angrily he pushed Leona off on him with all his strength sending her skidding across the floor.

Victory's sky blue eyes widened in shock surprised at what he had done... not that he felt sorry about it, but he was more worried at what she was going to do to him.

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He didn't like it when she touched her, but if it distracted Victory, then maybe it was for his own good. However, Leona was shoved on the floor, and he looked almost surprised at his own actions. It was easy to tell that he was only owrrying about thepunishment that was to come, and thus, she slowly got up, paying no mind to the angel, brushing herself up. If what she thought he was going through was right, then he believed nobody understood him.
Golden looked looked into his blue ones, not giving in, only waiting until the man looked away before sitting next to him on the bed, her cool arm just barely brushing against his own.

"Your pride does not matter. It is the honor that you have that allows you to see the world clearly, while pride blinds you." It was a quiet staement, and a true on. Pride and honor were closely related, but actually very different. Pride was the way you looked at something and hought yourself beter than it; honor was when you looked at the same something, respected it, and helped it to better itself in the world, smiling and enjoying yourself as you did so.
"I do understand. I lost my pride for a while.. I killed my youngest sister, you know. She was a doll, and it was on accident. She and I were the joys of the family. When she left, and I was held responsible, I was completely ashamed, and wallowing in pity for three months after she died."

[midnight]

Victory looked away not wishing to stare into the fierce vampiress's yellow eyes too long.

"Your pride does not matter. It is the honor that you have that allows you to see the world clearly, while pride blinds you.""I do understand. I lost my pride for a while.. I killed my youngest sister, you know. She was a doll, and it was on accident. She and I were the joys of the family. When she left, and I was held responsible, I was completely ashamed, and wallowing in pity for three months after she died."

This private little confession fell on deft ears, Victory looked at Leona blankly, no pity or understanding was in his blue eyes... he had no love and therefore had no pity for her grief...to him she was a mortal, her actions were typical and her feelings and emotion were irreverent. He didn't know love, he never tasted honey, or tea, mild, or been with woman. He never loved because he was too full of himself. The angel didn't know why mortals did what they did because he had never tried it and was too proud to do so..... it was the reason why heaven would not heal him, for he had no love in his heart.... he didn't even know what it was... he couldn't even grasp the simple things in life.

Victory returned to his clouded self absorbed state and turned away from her yet again.... words had no effect on him.

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She couldn't help it, the way she looked at him so sadly. He was too concerned for ntohing but himself, he and his pride were all that ever mattered to him. Leona got up, very suddenly, lightly pushing the man away lightly, her lower lip quivering. Her movements were jerky, and as she turned from him, her own tears came as well. The man was doomed if he didn't learn soon. Victory should learn to love, or, in the very least, learn to care about the world around him. The tears kept coming, and there was no loathing or disgust for the angel - only pity.

It was the little things that were important, and Victory was ignoring every little bit of them. She gathered up he now cold tea, dumping it out in the kitchen sink. As she stood there, looking out the window, she spoke. "How come you don't care if it is you who protect from the Fallen Angels? I t-thought that you would have at least some sort of feelings for the mortals.. after all, the Angels were s-supposed to be our guardians.."

[midnight]

Victory didn't respond to her tears, no, he was not sorry one bit nor understood her emotion, he only perceived it as weakness.

"How come you don't care if it is you who protect from the Fallen Angels? I t-thought that you would have at least some sort of feelings for the mortals.. after all, the Angels were s-supposed to be our guardians.."

Victory turned around glaring at her, "Guardian angels protect the living! I am a Warrior Angel! I keep the fallen angels out of heaven and protect the souls of the righteous dead, I could careless about the living or what goes on down here on earth! " he shot back at her. His sky blue eyes now blazing with anger. "How dare you even presume anything about heaven! You don't understand anything!" he growled... his pride slowly starting to resurface... seeing her cry only made him look down on her... her fiery presence was gone all that stood between him now between freedom was just a sobbing little woman.

The Angel turned and kicked down the door and went to leave..........

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OOC
Looks like Leona is loosing her nerves lol

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She had at least made him talk, though it wasn't exactly what she had thought she would hear. Her whole view on angels was something more of guardians, defending people from the evils of the world. As a child, that was what she had presumed.
Apparently, Leona was wrong.

Victory's outburst had hurt her more emotionally than mentally, an odd sort of thing for her to be feeling. She may have slackened her defenses for a little bit, and perhaps that was her own mistake. Leona did want to learn, to understand the angel that she had taken as a slave, but he never opened up to her unless she threatened him. He headed for the door, and Leona snapped out of it, stopping him dead in his tracks with that physic energy. There was a bubble around the apartment again.
"I can't understand if you don't explain, Victory. You complain of the mortals' ignorance, and yet you refuse to try and show us anything of the ways of the divine ones. Please come and explain to me." Her voice was soft, and had a slight bit of a command in it, though it wasn't as fiery as before. She truly wanted to understand him and Victory's angel brethren. What Leona had spoken was true; the man was a hyprocrtie when he himself wouldn't even explain anything.


(( She's pretty shaken up, lol. Her view on angels was always different than others; this is just wrecking what she had thouight about them, lol. ))

[midnight]

Victory growled and his muscles flexed as he strained while as he was pulled back to the bed by her psychic force regardless of his efforts.

"I can't understand if you don't explain, Victory. You complain of the mortals' ignorance, and yet you refuse to try and show us anything of the ways of the divine ones. Please come and explain to me,”

Victory tried to turn away but he couldn’t “It is not for you to know!” he snapped impatiently. “Now let me go! Why are you keeping me here!?!” he demanded. Flustered at what she could possibly want from him. He had tried to give her gold but she didn’t want it. “Let me go! I command you!” he seethed hating how she was getting so close to him. "You can't keep me here!" he growled angrily still trying to struggle free, but Leona's powers yet again proved to be too great. The angel's sky blue eyes blazed at her venomontly into golden orbs in outrage that he was being held captive by someone who looked so small gentle.

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She looked at him, her golden-eyed stare not breaking until the man looked away again. Slowly, she sat on the bed, and laid back, her eyes closing. "You will tell me, Victory. I don't want anything you can offer. Since you aren't already in heaven, it must mean they kicked you out for some reason, right?" Leona was just guessing; but then again, most of her guesswork was right.
"I can and I will keep you here, Vic."

Saying that with such conviction might make him actually rethink his situation. "No matter how much you plead, you aren't leaving. Do you forget that you no longer have wings that can help you fly, or the fact that there's a collar around your neck? I have many connections, and it won't take long to figure out where you are. They will beat you down and bring you back to me, little birdie. There is no hope, but to be nice, and obey me. Answer when called for, and listen to what I say." She was still laying down with her eyes closed, but the way she said it sounded like she was looking him straight in the eye and giving the angel a smack-down. But she drew him closer to her, and softly touched his hair, her hand running gently down his cheek.

"I will be kind when you are kind in return, Victory. Even an angel has much to learn from a mortal."