Hell Within Heaven's Gates

6

Throughout the course of the night, Seraphine's wings repaired themselves, filling hell with the screams of heaven. They echoed through the empty corridors of the cells. Waking many angels who wished they could help in some way. Eventually nearing 4 am, the process was over and she could finally sleep.

Immane undressed quickly, changing her clothes. God, she couldn't stop thinking about that angel. She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. As far as hell went, she didn't have it bad. Immane let out a breath, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. Seraphine. God why.

Seraphine paced in her cell- every once and a while placing her hands on the bars, trying to use her energy to break them, Hell must dampen it cause it never works. She quickly got angry and started pulling on them. Kicking, trying anything she could.

"Maybe I should check on her," Immane's thoughts betrayed everything she's ever learned in hell. She wouldn't do it. NO she won't.

Seraphine groaned and yelled to apparently no one, "I need to get out of here!" She continued banging on the bars, knowing it was hopeless if only one of her prayers would ger through to Evangeline. That's just flat out impossible. She started looking around at the cell door. Checking bolts and hinges.

Yeah, she will. Immane snuck out of her room in just a tank top and biker shorts. She slunk barefoot through the hallways silently.

Seraphine grinned to herself when she found a loose bolt and she kicked it giving a bit of magic to it. The bolt snapped the door now easily broken off. She peeked out and looked down both the corridors, before sneaking out the way they came in and she looked around for the portals back. She won't leave without the now fallen angels though. Never would she ever.

Immane grabbed her wrist from behind, "now just where do you think you're going?"

She turned looked to see Immane, looking at her with wide eyes. She tried pulling her wrist out of her grasp, she will result to punching.

Immane wasn't going to let go that easy, "how'd you get out, pretty girl?" she kicked the back of her knees, forcing Seraphine to the ground in front of her.

Seraphine grimaced, disgusted, "don't call me pretty, ever again. You're a creature of hell. You shouldn't even be addressing me." She glared at Immane, looking her over with a hateful glare.

She twisted Seraphine's arm behind her back, "correct, doll."

"Stop calling me names like that you fucking creep," she spat at her.

Immane frowned and twisted it further, just before her bone would start to crack, "maybe you should play by the rules."

She cried out because of her arm. She's stronger than this, she can easily overpower a demon. Seraphine twisted in a way that wouldn't break her arm and she kicked Immane in the gut where she stabbed her yesterday.

Immane doubled over, making a small "oof" noise. She recovered quickly, standing up straight.

Seraphine rubbed her wrist slowly backing away from Immane.

Immane watched her, almost daring Seraphine to keep going

She did, she kept walking, keeping a close eye on Immane. Little did she know.

Azazel grabbed Seraphine's wing twisting it almost snapping it, "where do you think you're going, bitch?"

Seraphine crumpled in front of him- tears pricking her eyes.

"You should stay in your cage unless you want to be de-winged like your friends." Azazel, indeed, was the one who cut the wings from most of their bodies.

Immane walked up to them, arms crossed. She looked smug, she knew Azazel was here.

Azazel growled at Immane, "you're supposed to be keeping her in check, you caught her, you watch her. I suggest you don't screw up again Immane."

Immane stayed silent. Her grin vanished, "fine."

Azazel threw Seraphine on the ground. Getting a whimper from her. Azazel gave a stern look to Immane before he kept walking.

Immane grabbed her wrist tugging her up.

She stumbled up looking Immane in the eye. She doesn't have as much of an intense look anymore.

"Hope you're fucking happy," Immane tugged her along towards the cells.

Seraphine was confused and didn't want to go back. So she pulled against her.

Immane didn't let go, "you're a bitch."

"I'm not holding you as a prisoner, how am I the bitch?? I haven't done a thing to you besides fight my battle, I haven't held you captive, and you dare call me a bitch "

Immane stayed silent. They got to the cells quickly.

Seraphine wanted to fucking bite Immane, it was the lowest anyone could go but she was so enraged about being put back in a cell she just might.

Immane kicked open the cell, shoving Seraphine in.

She tripped but didn't fall and ran back to the cell door.

Immane slammed it, placing the bolt back. One of the straps on her tank top slipped down.

"Let me out," she screamed banging on the bars in between every word.

"Don't think so, babe," she fixed the strap after a moment.

She reached through the bars and grabbed one of her horns pulling her to the bars.

"Let. Me. Out."

"Ack-" her skull slammed against the bar. Hard.

"I want out of here, you hear me?? I want. Out. now. I don't care if it's simply out of this cell, or hell altogether, I am not staying in his god damned square.," she growled at Immane.