The Beautiful and Divine

Chapter Nine: We Don't Belong

Harry and I curl back up in the queen-sized bed, sleeping back to back for both room and preferred style of sharing the mattress. I nuzzle my face into the soft pillow, settling into rest some. Angel's and Seraphim's alike don't sleep nor need to, same with eating we can it just tastes like molecules. (Castiel reference! Shout out to anyone who gets it.) Recently I have been acting and experiencing more human thoughts and feelings than I never have so to me now anything is possible.

I close my heavy eyelids letting all the anxiety of the day slip away letting me slip into a dream-like state.

-L.O.T.B World (Legion Of The Black)-

I wake in the barren clay world, my body lays on the hot earth. My exposed skin starts to burn on the ground quickly I lean off the boiling surface. Slowly standing up onto the heeled black boots I wear, scanning the area I recognize this place. I'm back where I started, the same stone cube with the staff engraved into the front. Only now the door is open, it wasn't last time I was here or if it was I don't remember.

Taking a cautious step forward, two black smoke demons start to form in front of me. I get my arms up ready to fight the monsters I extend my four huge crimson wings displaying my intention. They march forward suddenly, reaching out to me soon grabbing my upper arms roughly. The creatures start to pull me to the void opening I drag my heels into the ground trying to resist. Without even trying the beings drag my opposing body inside, I look out into the bright world.

I can only watch as the gate closes behind us gradually, the light progressively turns to dark. A feeling of sickness rushes over my heart and soul I can't see much of anything, but I can smell a type of tar or thick oil. The masked beasts continue towing me down the bleak corridor I'm not going to get free from them now. They may take my body but my soul they can not and will not. I curl my legs up stopping the scraping on the strangely damp concrete floor.

The two enforcers carry me to a dim metal prison, they carelessly throw me inside slamming the door loudly. The sound freedom slowly fades away, instead it turns into a forcefully maintained control. My thoughts are no longer my own, control is now all that echoes throughout these dead halls. My small defected form lays in a black goo that covers the cold floor. Sorrow rains over my tiny frame making tears swell in my heart.

A loud sob slips out of my lips as I push my shoes on the ground sliding myself back against a wall. My arms wrap around my legs tightly, I bend over them hiding all face from the world. I cry silently, the overwhelming pain surrounding me is to much. There are more souls trapped here than just me. I can feel all their suffering and yearning for the same freedom I once had and took for granted.

A single beam of light shines down on me I follow the gleam up to the source which is a small hole in the stone roof. It must be to circulate some air in this claustrophobic prison. I look beside me seeing three young girls no older than sixteen covered head to toe in the black substance I smelled earlier. They crawl to me as if I was the only pure light in their whole world. Wait, Death said that to me! He told me and I quote; "Qaphsiel (Kof-cile) you are one of the Seraphim or highest ranking angel that is closest to god and who radiates Pure Light." pure light.

The girls must be able to feel my aura of untainted righteousness from being a Seraphim. They poke their hands through the metal bars trying to touch mine I crawl on all fours to the filthy panel. I greet the wild teen's hands with my own, all three of them place a palm on either my arm or hand. I send all the untainted innocence that remains inside my heart to them. The wildlings will need it more than I will for what I will do to our keepers.