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Stripped of his identity as Archangel, Helios is now left to wander alone on Earth, wounds littering his body and mind, blood seeping from where his glorious wings once were. Believing that he would spend the rest of eternity in hiding Helios disc...
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╰┈➤ ❝ [Are you enjoying your time? ] ❞
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The wheels of the cart moved along roughly against the harsh ground of the lands beyond Wall Maria. With each movement, Helios was kept in an awkward position as he was wrapped around with a white rope and tied to the cart as a dozen or so other soldiers circled the cart, with others following closely behind. Everyone was silent as the horses 'neighed' every once in a while, and for some time that was the only consolation that there was anybody around at all. As the division advanced closer towards Wall Maria, Helios was left to puzzle over what could have possibly happened in the ages from when he was first exiled for these lands to be left barren. Matter of fact... Helios doesn't think he's seen a human in centuries. Well, that dangling body was different, he supposed.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Helios looked over at the dozen or so soldiers, as a few found it in their fancy to steal glances at the noble figure of Helios. Even with somewhat disheveled and misshapen clothing, his elegance glowed through like that of a diamond encompassed by dirt. Peering down at his wear, he gave a slight nod, recognizing that he should find better wear. If it wasn't for his curiosity, maybe he could have robbed the clothes of that dead woman and worn them, effectively leaving himself out of this mess and going on his wayward journey. But, oh, how monotonous it would be to return to roaming the Earth once more. He has been doing such things since... how long? Since three thousand years ago? Oh, my, time really does fly.
Another bump in the road hit the cart's wheel, causing for Helios to jolt up slightly. This seemed to agitate Helios as he peered over at the driver and expressed his concern, his voice like that of a patient predator waiting for the right time to strike a blow to the neck of his prey. "Excuse me, my good sir, but would you happen to know how long it would take to get to our destination? This path is remarkably uncomfortable, and if I may speak about your poor attempt at steering a horse—"
Abruptly, the harmonious voice of Helios was instantly cut short by the demeaning voice of the driver, who didn't seem to hold manners up to standard with the vulgar way he shouted. "Shut up! You have no right to talk to me! You better keep quiet before I shut you up." With one last rattled huff, the driver turned back around to concentrate on the path ahead as he completely overlooked the silence of Helios. Shaking his head in a calm manner, Helios was swift to break free from the frail rope swathed around his athletic frame, each movement silent like the night as he peacefully made his way behind the driver. Instantly, his muscular hand slashed through the air as it struck the side of the driver's neck, forcefully making him comatose.
