Fallen (Undergoing editing)

Chapter fifteen:

The next day, I rose bright and early to the rude awakenings of something metal clanging loudly against the cell bars, sending lightning bolts of pain shooting through my head. I jerked awake, my head throbbing and my stomach hungry. I felt the coolness of the metal shackles snapping around my wrists and hands hauling me to my feet.

"Hey!" I groaned barley awake, my feet shuffling awkwardly along the cold cement floor. "Where are you taking me?"

"Your trial begins now, Fallen," the one guards said shoving me forward out of the cell, purposely clocking my jaw against the bar.

Well it seemed my little secret, hadn't stayed a secret for very long. Sonya really got around with her mouth. 

I recoiled and traced my tongue along the inside of my cheek, tasting bruised flesh and blood. "Watch it!" I barked.

The guard chuckled and leaned his face close to mine. "Sorry, did I bruise that pretty little face of yours?"

I growled and bit my tongue. I didn't want too much of a fight with these guys. Not like I wouldn't win. I just didn't wanna look like beaten up trash for my sentencing.

The angel court was packed with angels in stands on each side of the room. The walls were solid gold and in the center of the room was a podium with a chair. The guards shoved me over through the low mumbles of chatter amongst the crowd. I felt like the main entertainment for a circus show.

"Don't you move from here or I'll gut ya," the guard growled in my ear before stalking off to stand by the door along with the other one.

I didn't dare look into the crowd and face all those judging cold icy stares, stabbing into me like knives. I kept my gaze on the floor, with guilt brewing in my gut, wishing for this all to be over soon.

"All rise for the Capital Nicoli Ashfire!"

Instantly there was a rumble of feet as everyone rose and bowed towards a copper door that opened and through it came the Capital representative I'd seen earlier.

With his black flowing robes, and snowy pale French braid tossed over his shoulder, Nicoli stood at his podium and regarded the crowd calmly. "You may be seated."

Everyone dropped back into their seats and went silent.

I swallowed hard as Nicoli took his seat and looked over some papers slowly flashing his intense blue gaze over to me.

"State your name."

"L-Lilith Black," I hiccupped.

He nodded. "Lilith Black, you have committed high treason by consorting with an outlaw and dealing with demons. Do you deny these accusations?"