Angels, Devils, Fallen (book 1 in 'The Flightless' series)

Chapter one: Caught

"You've gone too far this time, Mage. I warned you, time and time again. Yet you continue to disobey me. I am sorry, but you have given me no choice."
The God's tone was that of a disappointed parent, that sort of 'I didn't do this to you, you did it to yourself' air seemed to pour into the atmosphere.

Mage, the relatively young Angel this speech was directed at, shuffled his feet awkwardly, looking everywhere but at the one who had spoken to him.

"Hehe....er..you're kidding...right?" He ran a hand anxiously through his silvery white hair, "It wasn't that bad. Was it?"

To Mage's right, a couple feet away, a boy with two ivory, black tipped horns curling out from his unnaturally red hair rolled his eyes, sighing with distant irritation.

"Mage, you fool," he deadpanned, casting his eyes in the direction of the other boy, "Didn't I tell you this was a terrible idea?"

"No. No you did not. I believe it was Ark, who told me not to help you get in, Luce." Mage responded, crossing his arms defensively over his chest as his black wings twitched with a mixture of anxiety and irritation.

'Luce' started to reply, but was sharply cut off by the God who had first spoken.

"SILENCE! Cease thy troublesome noise!" The great Deity snapped, he leaned back, rubbing the bridge of his regal nose as though he could sense the headache that was coming on from dealing with these lunatics.

The God was seated upon a large golden throne, encrusted with precious stones of which were unknown to mankind and draped with shimmering lions fur.
The Deity himself was clothed in a white robe with gold trim and golden winged sandals. And though his well groomed hair and beard were white as newly fallen snow, his face itself had an ageless quality to it.

Mage stood before the God, wrists chained together, flanked by two Angelic guards. The two guardsmen wore matching gold winged helmets, white robes that stopped right above their knees, sandals with gold leg guards and last but not least, gold breastplates engraved with the crest of The Flying Guardsmen: Two wings, one white, one black, twisted around a glowing blue stone, set directly into the armor.

Luce was also in chains. Abet, significantly more then Mage, and they seemed to emanate a strength draining glow, pulsing with the same blue light as the stones embeded in the armor of the Guardsmen. Luce was also sitting in a chair. Backwards. His arms were folded on the back of the chair, his chin resting on them as he observed the scene unfolding around him with a calm disinterest.

Six of The Flying Guardsmen had been set to keep watch on him. He stood just behind Luce, weapons drawn and ready to strike should he make any suspicious moves.

Luce had very nearly gotten himself skewered only moments earlier, when he had had the genius idea to conjure up a chair for himself, as he refused to--to quote--'Sit on the cold ass floor.'. When told he could just stand, he stared at the guard who had suggested this as though he had just sprouted chainsaws for arms and started playing the cello.

Luce sighs rather dramatically, lifting a finger to signify his intention to speak, "If I may get in a few words--"

The God's eyes flashed, a hand slamming onto the armrest of his throne in obvious answer, "Keep thy silver tongue to thyself Devil!"

Luce blew a strand of red hair out of his eyes, "Tch. Such harsh words, father."

The God clenched his fists, cracking the ends of the armrests, "I am not thy father. Ye have long since been disowned from this holy family, Lucifer."

"Grammar, Dad. Grammar." Luce's voice hung heavy with boredom, he wasn't even looking at his father as he spoke. Instead, he was inspecting his neatly filed nails.

Mage glances between the two, biting his lip anxiously, "Luce~Please stop talking."

Luce waved a dismissive hand, causing the Guardsmen to instinctively raise their weapons, "Mage, love. I know what I'm doing."

Mage resists the urge to facepalm as both the God and the Guardsmen look between him and Lucifer. "This is not the time for your jokes, Luce." He manages to choke out.

"Uhhuh. Father. Father." Lucifer snaps his fingers, drawing everyone's attention to him. He smirks unnervingly, resulting in uneasy looks form the Guards and the supreme Deity.

"You know you don't have the authority to do anything about us, don't you? You haven't forgotten in your old age? Where you stand in the 'Pyramid of Authority Figures' have you?"
The triumphant look plastered across Luce's face indicates his positivity that he's somehow won this, but it vanishes as he hears what the God says next.

"While that may be true, She is on my side. So I believe that I have once again beat you." The God relaxes his hold on the cracked armrests, leaning back with a confidant smile.
"Take them away. She will decide their fate within the hour."

"Nonono! Wait!" Mage pulls violently against the chains as the Flying Guardsmen drag him from the Throne Room, "Sir! Please! Don't do this!"

Lucifer stands up, sending a vicious glare at the Guards as they try to physically remove him from the room, "Don't. Don't touch me." Maintaining eye contact with his father, he pushes the chair over. Pleased with this small rebellion, he turns and calmly walks after the Guardsmen dragging Mage.

Yo! Here's a new tale of chaos and attractive people! Well, not so much people as demons, gods and angels, but I digress. I hope you find it enjoyable. Let me know what you liked/disliked in the comments! Thanks smol bean children😄🍍🍍🍍🍍🍍

The picture that goes along with this chapter is of the Angel, Mage.

Songs that go well with this storyline
Stephen - Crossfire
Five Finger Death Punch - Wrong Side of Heaven
HollyWood Undead - We Are
Black Veil Brides - Fallen Angels & Knives and Pens
Fall Out Boy - Alone Together
Downplay - The One Who Laughs Last
Trevor Moran - Xiat