Hell Within Heaven's Gates

10

She didn't even seem slightly unnerved by her, "I will speak to you how I wish. I was made a higher being than you."

As if in response to Immane her eyes started to glow, surprisingly strong.

Immane violently grabbed her chin, tilting it upwards. There was a growl deep within her throat.

She glared back at her narrowing her eyes a bit. She doesn't feel much like backing down.

Immane took a step forwards, pushing Seraphine back on the bed.

She fell back onto the bed, her glare faltering slightly.

Immane teased her by backing off. A slight smirk went to her face, but she quickly covered it with her everlasting scowl.

Seraphine gave in, her glare disappearing. However, resentfully leaving her face.

Immane stayed silent, uncrossing her arms slowly.

She bit her lip breaking the eye contact. She needs to think through what she's doing. She's supposed to be escaping, not playing these dumb games with Immane.

"Do you want something, princess," Immane said, tilting her head.

"No I do not," she spoke in a cold tone., turning her gaze back to Immane.

Immane re-crossed her arms. "Very well," she turned away from Seraphine, pretending like she wasn't paying attention to her.

Seraphine ran her hands through her hair panicking, "god- what the actual fuck am I doing," she whispered to herself. She sat up on the bed and put her head in her hands.

Immane was at her closet, getting out an outfit.

"Anything I could borrow?" She looked down at her grossly bloodstained clothes in disgust.

"I only have black," Immane admitted, glancing at Seraphine.

"Black is fine. Clothes are clothes, if you don't mind me ripping the backs a bit," she trailed off when she caught the glance.

Immane tossed a loose tank top with leggings to her, looking away.

She caught them and quickly changed, still fearful of her privacy possibly being invaded. She could have walked to the bathroom, but that's a bit much. Before putting on the tanktop she ripped the back a bit in the middle so her wings wouldn't get pressed awkwardly.

Immane just changed at her normal pace. She had black skin tight jeans with a leather jacket over it.

Seraphine looked away from Immane, she isn't one to watch people change.

Immane finished, "put your clothes under the bed."

She gave a confused look but folded her clothes and got on the ground to push them underneath the bed.

"Don't need anyone seeing them," Immane shrugged, walking over to her.

She looked up at Immane with her face in a half pout that is barely noticeable.

"I have to go," Immane crossed her arms, as if daring Seraphine to speak, "it'll be five hours, so I won't tie you up."

Her eyes sparkled a bit, "really?"

"Yes. Don't make me regret it," Immane crossed to the door, looking back at Seraphine.

Seraphine smiled, "sure thing," her tone was a bit cocky.

Immane clenched her fist, wondering if she was really going to do this. Yeah she was. She walked out of her room.

Seraphine waited for a little bit, making sure that Immane would be long gone. She opened the door slowly and looked out into the hall, checking to make sure the halls were empty. She left the room and wandered silently back to the cells. She stopped at a few, pulling on the doors. None of them even budged.

"Fuck," she sighed looking at the trapped angels. She felt her stomach drop. They shouldn't be trapped like this.

She continued looking around for anything to be able to break them out with. She found nothing, how could there be nothing at all.

Footsteps started to echo down the hall, she froze.

"Shit shit shit"She looked around trying to think on her feet. Her old cell, it was still open. Though she hated the idea of it, she walked quickly and closed herself in, making sure it didn't lock.

"Why hello there, I heard you've been a piece of work. Now, Immane might be treating you too good. I can promise you, that treatment is over," a dark voice spoke getting closer to Seraphine.

The man speaking finally became visible.

Seraphine's eyes widened, "..... Lucifer...?"

"You would be correct in that you little bitch, as of now, you're being turned over to my son's care. My word is my bond, and believe me when I say he isn't going to go easy on you. You will talk, or you will die." He left after that, smirking as he felt her fear heighten.

Seraphine watched him disappear into the hallway, Immane, she didn't hate the name. She opened the cell walking backwards to make sure he wouldn't come back. Before she ran into someone. She was afraid to look at who it was. As she thought she should be.

"My favorite things about angels, you want to know what it is? Of course you do. It's how you heal overnight, I get a clean slate, and get to torture you all over again, as if starting over," a voice she didn't quite recognize spoke.

She looked over her shoulder and stumbled away from the man who'd hurt her before. This cannot be who Lucifer was talking about. How could it be? How could she be so unlucky?

~~**~~**~~**~~

"Well, tell me about heaven, it's secrets, cause this can go one of two ways for you," Azazel walked around her, he trailed the cold metal of the knife he had over her cheek just light enough to brush the skin.

"I'd rather not," she spat at him.

"My ignorant friend Immane, she might have put up with that, but I don't accept that kind of tone." He slashed her wing- tearing from where it connected to her back down to the end of the wing, nearly splitting it in two.

Seraphine screamed and fell to the ground, her vision blurring over, was it tears? Or was it the searing white hot pain.

Azazel kicked her in the ribs until he was satisfied with 5 snapping sounds coming from the crumpled angel's body.

"I will ask again, information that will help hell win against heaven, what is it?"

"I'll- I'll never tell a mangey- mangey demon like yourself."

Three slashes to her back.

"You will tell me something you fucking feathered dick," he growled down at her, quickly getting angry.

"That's where you're wrong," pain dripped from her voice.

Azazel lost it, "I need. Information."

"Why? Can't collect it yourself? Are you demons retarded??"

"Oh.... you are so going to regret that." His eyes glazed over, glowing brightly. She had successfully pushed him to his breaking point.

~~**~~**~~**~~

Immane was on the battlefield. Her favorite blade in hand, she killed angel after angel. Human after human. She didn't feel remorse. They deserved what came to them. At least, that's what she told herself. She didn't see any more golden wings. She did feel relief for that. She didn't want a repeat of yesterday's failure.

Seraphine was a passed out bleeding mess, back in her cell. She'll be missing from the room, the safe room, where she should have stayed. It was the only place where she was guaranteed her life. She left only in the hope of saving others. Yet she's failed, and she would fail again and again.