Heavenly cursed

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In a realm of blinding light, where angels danced among the clouds and demons lurked in the shadows, the humans wandered unaware of the unseen boundary between the worlds

There an angel called Ariel wandered the streets of Heaven, a solitary figure shrouded in shadows. With each step, her heart ached—not for the absence of her own voice, but for the life she carried within her. She offered smiles to those she passed, her kindness a fragile shield against the whispers of judgment that followed her. Ariel moved through the bustling streets of Heaven, her heart heavy but her smile unwavering. Each day brought new challenges, fromh by the states of those who judged her for her circumstances to the pangs of hunger that clawed at her stomach. Yet, she greeted the world with a warmth that radiated like sunlight piercing through the clouds. She gets on her knees and prays to her father every day and night.

Children would approach her, drawn to her difference. She knelt before them, her eyes sparkling as she sang soft melodies that filled the air with hope. "Why are you always so happy, Lady Ariel?" one curious girl asked, her face streaked with dirt. Ariel's smile widened, a light in her own darkness. "Happiness is a choice, dear one. Even in the toughest times, we can find something to be grateful for." She brushed a lock of hair from the girl's face, her heart swelling with love for the innocent souls around her. instead of returning her warmth, the other children erupted into laughter, their voices filled with mockery. "Look at her! She's just a poor angel with nothing!" one boy jeered, while the others joined in, their giggles echoing through the streets.

Ariel's heart sank, but she held her smile, determined not to let their cruelty dim her light. The children darted away, their laughter trailing behind them like shadows, leaving her alone once more in the midst of her struggles.

Peace shattered  when a nobleman was found dead, slain in a place where murder was unthinkable .As rumors spiraled like dark storm clouds, fear took root in the hearts of the celestial beings. Whispers of uncertainty echoed through the golden halls, casting suspicion on anyone who dared to defy the established order. When the Celestial Sentinels arrived, it was Ariel they found, her hands stained with blood, though no weapon was in sight. An angel long deemed peculiar among her peers, Ariel was known for her unwavering smile and strange songs. She had often been dismissed as a "crazy woman," a label that now made her an easy target for the blame. Her innocence was overshadowed by the nobleman's rage. Accused of murder, she pleaded for mercy with as little voice she had , but the crowd's judgment was swift and cruel.

As she begged, her body began to weaken, her hands clutching her abdomen as a sudden sharp pain shot through her. Unseen by the crowd, a slow trickle of blood stained the ground beneath her. She winced but tried to hide it, fearing it would only confirm the accusations against her, as if her body betraying her might be taken as proof of her guilt.

Zaphkeil the lead Sentinel called, his voice sharp as a blade. "You stand accused of thievery against the nobleman. Witnesses claim they saw you lurking near the scene of the crime."

Ariel's heart raced as she looked around, the weight of their accusations pressing down on her. "I didn't do it!" she pleaded, desperation lacing her words. "I'm preg...."

"Crazy as ever, aren't you?" one of the onlookers jeered, prompting laughter from the crowd. "Always wandering the streets, singing to yourself!"

The crowd's laughter turned to murmurs of disdain, and Ariel could feel their judgment like a noose tightening around her. The nobleman stood at the edge of the gathering, his expression twisted with disdain, pointing at her as if she were the embodiment of all that was wrong in this perfect realm.

"Seize her!" commanded the Sentinel, and with that, Ariel was surrounded. She screamed, pleading for mercy, but her words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the relentless chorus of blame.

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