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Celeste grit her teeth, being demeaned like this, it was so degrading and shameful. She wanted to fight back, but she had no idea how. Celeste was not her Mother, she was not the most beautiful and fearsome warrior the angels had ever seen. She was not her Father, the man who had vaporized an entire army in one stroke. Celeste didn't have crazy power or anything of the sort, she just had... well... herself. That's right, there was still something she could do, she could protect her family's secrets, not that she knew any of them. Fighting was not something that the Princess did, unless it was yelling at her siblings in a teasing tone for bugging her. They knew better than to stop the Princess mid work. She was an artist of course, she needed to focus on her art and in this case, it was making it through without a crack. Her body may be battered, she may have been humiliated, but she still had that much.
"You don't know what it's like," Celeste spoke through grit teeth. "Day after day, sitting in a locked room, in a closed off house, you don't know the madness at being treated like a glass doll." She was made to believe that she was fragile and delicate, porcelain skin and glassy eyes. One little crack and her entire facade could break. "I was a prisoner in my own home, my only solace was flying and now... you've taken even that from me." She stiffened, if she moved around anymore, it would tear completely from her body. There was still a shred of hope and she clung to it. "You may as well kill me," a whisper. Celeste would not admit defeated, but that didn't mean she couldn't make a suggestion. "My wings were all I had left, they're an angels pride and joy." Celeste choked back another sob. "You've already taken one."
Her pride was in tatter's, being viewed upon so shamelessly, her naked body bared for anyone to walk in and see. "Your parents were murderers, they tried to kill mine, they turned into monsters and began tearing the treaty hall apart." It wasn't Celeste's fault that this demon couldn't see reason. Even with this spear jabbed in her stomach, Celeste would power on. She had to make it until they came, they would rescue her and she'd fly home-er-be carried really since Celeste wouldn't be able to fly for a long while. She'd be a prisoner again, unable to leave the gates that were always guarded, unable to leave the watchful eye of her handmaid or lady in waiting. "We don't use tricks, angels don't lie and cheat." At least, not any angel's that Celeste knew. "If your parents were locked away, not that I'm inferring that they are, then it would be for the safety and benefit of both kingdoms!" A gasp left her mouth as the staff because burning hot, sealing the wound shut by melting the skin. Celeste whimpered, biting down on her lip to keep from crying out.
Her parents only reacted within the best interest of the people after all, they were noble and good, just and right, not angry and well, demonic. "I'm not a dog Kit. You have no right to call me Celty, you're no loved one of mine." She spat in the demon Queen's face. "Fine, you can keep me, but I won't tell you anything." She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes, a jolt of electricity running through her. It ran through her body, making her hair stand on ends and her teeth chatter as though she were in a tundra and not a dungeon. The door creaked open, a man appearing with a smug grin. His eyes leered at her in that way only men could and once more Celeste shivered. The perfect bait was what Kitra called her, "If you demons are so noble as to not use tricks, then how come you've taken me? Isn't holding a hostage a trick?" She laughed humorlessly, they weren't listening of course.
She stiffened as the man made his suggestion. Her purity was essential, the only person an angel could break it with was their intended one. If that happened then Celeste would be impure and thus, unable to be wed. No one would want a used bride, not even if she was a princess. "D-don't," she stuttered, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "Come n-near me!" Her eyes were widened in fear as the man spoke animatedly about giving her a lesson that only a man could teach her. Queen Kitra seemed to darken and lunged, killing the man, then again in his demon form. She told him to become a better demon, but Celeste wasn't certain such a thing as a good demon existed. "They'll come retrieve me, you won't be able to win in a fight against them though." She smiled, finally feeling confident. "They're the competitors for the next Zodiac title after all."