Hell Within Heaven's Gates

4

Immane felt a pang of regret- but it didn't last long. She quickly teleported them back to hell, where they had some shit to get done.

"No- nono, Get me out of here," the angel squirmed trying to break free. She doesn't belong here.

"Not going to happen, sweetheart," Immane teases, violently grabbing her forearm and yanking her to her feet.

She stumbled up, barely keeping her balance. She was still trying to pull out of the demon's grasp. Struggling immensely.

Some other demons rushed up to the two, grabbing the Angel, while another brought Immane to the infirmary. She'd heal, but it would be a slow process.

The angel had no idea where she was going, she was scared. She knew Evangeline would realize she was gone. If not her than someone. She knew it. No one would just give up on her. Now what she needed to focus on wat what these fucking disgrace of a race planned on doing with her.

They-quite literally- threw her into a cell. There were a few other angels around. If you could call them that. They looked broken, and they all had scars where their wings used to be. It was a sad sight. They were all in one big cell. But she was alone. Too far to talk. Alone.

She screamed. Landing on her broken wing. She looked up at the other angel's imprisoned there- and her heart sank to her stomach. She felt her whole sense of hope drop. This can't happen to her.

"Seraphine," she heard one of the angels scream, it sounded discouraged. Was there something about her that she didn't even realize? Was she the one everyone believed would save the trapped tormented souls? Why her? She's not capable of anything like that.

Immane got bandaged up. She wanted to see the angel. No one would hurt her yet, right? She would be the one to get information from her. Immane was a pro at it. She walked to the cells with only a black tank top on her torso. There were bandages around her gut, blood already peeking through.

Seraphine was curled up in a corner, crying. She knew she had to heal her wing, but it was one of the most painful things known to them. It's like reliving the pain of the injury tenfold. She hated this place. It was starting to creep her out, as well as fill her with a sense of panic once she realized she's cut off from heaven.

"Hey," Immane kicked the bars, making them rattle.

Seraphine looked up. Her eyes now dull. Nothing like earlier.

Immane felt a pang of guilt. It faded quickly, and she held onto the bar, leaning against it.

"What do you want," it was a stern tone, more demanding than asking. Her demeanor completely changed.

"I'd watch your tone," Immane threatened.

"Hm, that's kind of hard to do, how do you suggest I watch it," she spat back sarcastically.

Immane's hand tightened. God, she'd never tortured an angel before, she'd sure it'd be fun, "information. Now."

"I don't. Think. So," she emphasized every word. She's not spilling heaven's secrets to some errand runner for the devil.

"Hmm. We have ways of making you talk. Last chance."

"I won't say a word," she raised her eyebrow slightly at the end of her sentence for extra punctuation.

"Shame. I don't want to hurt you," she grabbed a blade from a table that was in the hall between the bars and the other side of the hallway.

"Too bad, it's war, looks like you're going to have to," she sneered at the demon.

"Guess I will," she walked into the cell.

Seraphine stood up looking Immane over. Leaning against the wall for support, She ignored the burning, searing pain it caused her. She needed to stand her ground, even as a prisoner.

Immane twirled the blade in her hand, "anything you want to say before we start?"

"Not a fucking word."

Her empty gaze meeting Immanes. It was intimidating in a dead sort of way.

Immane pressed the blade against her neck, not drawing blood quite yet.

Seraphine simply looked her in the eye, daring her to kill her. It would end her suffering.

Immane removed the blade and stuck it into her left-wing, opposite the one earlier.

Seraphine screamed, flinching back whatever distance she could away from Immane, with what the wall permitted. Tears once again stung her eyes.

"Information," Immane growled, twisting the blade in her wing.

Seraphina sobbed harder, "stop, stop-stop, take it out plEase."

Her voice cracked and broke throughout her sentence. It overall being jumbled.

"I think you know what you need to do," she watched her wings shudder, it was a sad sight.

"I won't say a word," she choked out, fully devoted to Heaven. She will die, devoted to Heaven. You can tell from the look in her eyes. She knows she doesn't get proper treatment, she knows she's used as a pawn. She also knows where she stands.

Immane dragged the blade down, creating a large tear in the golden wing.

"Fuck," she cried out, trying to push Immane away. Especially the hand that's on the knife.

Immane stepped back, away from Seraphine's arms. "Information," she repeated.

Seraphine pulled the knife out of her wing, dropping it to the ground. The metal clattering softly. She hadn't spoken. She stayed silent as she reached up to the now prominent hole. She started to cry harder.