Fate and the Defiant Angel (COMPLETED)

Chapter 3- Ornate doors and decorated walls

Zara rolled up the scroll in swift movements, sliding it into the compartment. She was attempting to work as efficiently as possible today, worried about her dream. It had set her in to a state of almost panic. She was concerned she would be found out. The dream and the protectors seemed almost to much of a consequence. For hundreds of years she'd remained unnoticed, with nothing happening in her long life, and now in the same day she'd experienced two odd things.

She opened up another scroll, scanning her eyes across it before giving a brief nod and stamping her seal on it. She could not stop, there could be not hesitations of her actions. She needed to be smart and careful.

Zara turned to grab another scroll, only to find it empty. She hadn't heard the small buzzer. She looked around and saw the other angels ascending up towards the doors. She quickly stood, pushing her chair back in swiftly and launching herself into the air.

She lined up quickly behind the other angels, watching as they orderly made their way through the door. She was breathing harder; even though she did not need to breath. She was so incredibly nervous. The hair on the back of neck had risen, her hands were trembling. Zara tried everything in her to remain blank and uniform.

She moved forth through the door, expecting the hallway with an oak door stretched beneath it. Her worst fears were confirmed. Zara stood at the entryway of a large foyer. She knew immediately where she was, outside the councils of Angels.

She had never seen it, but she knew of it from previous updates which. It was giant, extending beyond the eye could see. The floor was marble, with slivers of gold and silver intertwined in the floor. Columns supported the ceiling which depicted clouds and a sky, something Zara had never physically seen. She took a moment to star upward, just for a second to appreciate the beauty of it.

Angels flew overhead or walked along the ground, all of them fast and efficient They murmured to each other, carrying scrolls, chests, scales and all forms of interesting objects as they went about their job. Along the walls of the foyer were rows and row of doorways, stretching high into the sky, with angels constantly exiting and entering.

However, the most complexing was decoration. Zara had never seen beauty for the sake of beauty. There was no need for pictures or vases. Yet, here they surrounded her. Large paintings sat on walls, depicting famous battle and nature scenes. There were large vases overflowing with golden flowers. There were dozens of statues deposited around, and as she looked at them, she realised they were a depiction of all the different creatures upon the earth. She saw what a human was clearly, standing with their hands linked at their waist and smiling out. Another statue depicted a human form, staring ahead with haunting realistic eyes, and at its ankle a wolf sat.

However, the most impressive part was the largest feature of the room, a large wooden door.

It stood opposite her and reached high above, becoming lost in soft clouds. It was black, the only thing devoid of light she'd ever seen. Yet, the black used to highlight the intricate gold detailing of the door itself, etched into the woodwork. As her eyes trailed down, she understood the artwork. It was the life of angels. At the very top there was a swirling mass of gold extending out, creating figures with wings who bowed to it. There was a depiction of the creation of humans, magic and life on earth. As it progressed Zara was in awe of its beauty, her eyes hesitating upon a golden depiction of the angel rebellion.

When she'd been created, she'd been given all the information detailing the creation and path of the angel rebellion. Before her time, angels were given souls. It was often thought to be a foolish decision, and the council had taken responsibility for their mistake. When you give an angel a soul, they begin to feel things, they want to help, and they develop morals. It meant that the lines and rules of fate were no longer being followed.

It was a long battle, with the council and those loyal to fate battled against those who wanted 'freedom'. Those angels of the past were foolish and selfish, only concerned with what they thought and not what had to happen. It had been brutal from the accounts, and nearly ended life on earth. It was a lesson, that angels were creatures created for the soul purpose of aiding in the development of Fate. From that moment they were not permitted a soul.

The angel rebellion was the reason upon her creation. The day of creation was the same as thousands of other angels, they'd all been created in the same day. It had been to replace all the angels who had died in the rebellion.

Zara slowly cast her eyes around, attempting to understand exactly was happening. Her eyes caught a protector marching toward her. In his hand he had a large battle axe, which made her want to fall to the ground and curl into a ball.

Many years ago, she'd been doing her assigned job, reading over a scroll about an old man who'd died in his sleep when there was a commotion.

It was a shout, a clap of wings and gurgling cry. She'd stood up from her small cubicle, and saw Protectors dragging out an angel. It took everything in her not to cry out in shock. She had not witnessed violence before, she was still young and unprepared for it. The angel they were dragging out had been savagely beaten, Zara could see blackened skin and twisted bones. However, the most horrific part were the two glowing wounds on his back, where his wings had been sliced of completely.

As they flew out the door, high above, trails of light flittered down. It poured from the angel's wounds, his light leaving him as he died. Zara had watched as a wisp of the light flowed towards her, holding out her hand and letting it land in her palm.

After her duty was complete for the day, and she'd finished with Dorian she'd gone to the barracks. Zara laid down in her own casket, feeling a chill as the lid slid closed. She couldn't get the graphic image out of her mind, the amount of essence which had spilled throughout the air. She felt her nails dig into her palm, before forcing herself to relax.

A chime rung out and she leaned her head back, gritting her teeth in anticipation. She heard the compartment unlock and the metallic vines reach out and push into the scars in the back of her skull. Her eyes immediately rolled into the back of her head as she was updated on any and all information.

That was how she learned that the angel she'd seen had been found to be interfering with earth, 'developing a perceived moral code leading to tampering of human nature'. It had emotions; he was not an unfeeling solider like the rest of them. He had tried to save a human life, when that human was meant to die. It was the worst crime an angel could commit, as it directly ignored the rules of fate.

She thought back to that day and began to ready herself for the same fate. The Protector did not swing high mighty weapon at her, she was not beaten down where she stood. Instead he stopped in front of her, his face scared and mangled.

"Azzarra the Certifier?" He asked her, peering at her with cold white eyes.

Zara nodded her head. He gave a jerk of his head and turned, striding forward. Zara only then became aware of how incredibly large he was, towering over her and widely built. His shoulders were heavily hunched over, but it did not disguise the broadness. His forearms appeared to be a thick as Zara's waist. Scars covered his form, long gashes and burn marks. Along his wings chunks of feathers were mangled, long lines scared the surface of the wings, revealing the pale membrane beneath.

Zara paused for a second to approach the sheer monstrosity of an angel before her, before hurrying to fall into to step behind him. They approached the doors, Zara's awe and curiosity slowly being overpowered by a deep fear.

He did not knock, instead unsheathing the large battle axe from his belt. Holding it in one hand, he swung it back and let it connect with the large doors. There was no crunch of wood and clang of metal. Instead the door absorbed the axe blade, leaving only the handle. The protector pulled at the handle, revealing a much smaller door concealed within.

He held the door open and peered at Zara expectantly, and she realised she was supposed to enter. She relaxed her shoulders and ensured her face showed no shred of emotion and entered the chambers, knowing that she was most likely about to die.

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Fuck, i love cliffhangers man. There so fun, not gonna lie. Also kinda hoping you guys get on my ass and are like yo where my next chapter at. I need it honestly, inspire me people and stop me from just watching netflix.