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Anger suffused her expression for a brief second, before she schooled her features into a mask of calm indifference.
She watched the male make his way into the room, her eyes looking him over curiously. She hadn't seen him in several hundred years, and her curiosity always seemed to get the best of her. Waiting to see where he sat, she looked away as he made eye contact with her, and glanced at the table settings. Eight settings in all. Did someone invite the rest of them as well?
The lost angel was void of any emotion as she turned her gaze to the entrance, two words going through her mind.
Why? Where?
Why were they called to meet? Why here? Why her too? She was changed, very changed, from how the others had known her. And the second question, where.. Where were the others..?
Perso Sat there his red eyes gleaming. His white hair hanging just at his eyes.
Why was he here? He was going to blow it off. He opened his mout to speak, but then...
In walks Liam.
Great, he glances over at him his eyes glare with hate. And to think Perso was such a kind angel, guiding humans to their fate.
But every one has betrayed him. He isn't even an angel anymore. He's considered a freak with white hair and red eyes. A demon. Then he sighs with relief, as the other lost one walks in. He looks her up and down, its been so long since he's seen her. Then, in a voice of despair and death.
"The party has just began." As he grins wickedly.
They images were fuzzy but it was always the same scenes, his sword in it's former glory piercing the flesh of his younger brother and watching the pained and surprised look on his face as his body burst into a final flash of pure white light, things would then fade to black for what seemed like hours in his mind before splashes of color appeared and formed the only other part of that day he remembers, falling, falling, and more falling. He fells for days it seemed, all the while he grew colder as he felt the graces of God leave him and for the first time in his existence he felt truly alone, and then the ground came into sight as he plummeted to the earth and just before he would hit the ground full force he is jolted back into reality. The memories were so vivid that each time they came upon him it felt like he had just relived that awful day, he had to take a few deep breaths to slow his breathing thus calming himself before he finally pushed open the door that was left ajar by the last to cross it's thresh holds. As the door swung open he stepped inside and his eyes were drawn instantly to five that arrived ahead of him, his younger siblings Perso, Liam, Carrow, Alessiel, and then there was her...Astaleth, the one he held such a loathing for that he could not even explain.
The part of that day that could possibly explain the reason was probably one of the many pieces of his memories that were lost to him, though it wasn't too much of an issue as there was always animosity between the two of them, she always blamed the failed creations she convinced God to allow her to place on Earth to aid mankind on the chaos he unleashed when he slew Atropos and she was probably right to blame him. He made his way to the table pass Carrow and sat in the seat prepared for him with a quaint name card, and he did so without a word to either of them until he was comfortably seated. When he sat his hands palm down on the table and smiled as the sword appeared there underneath them, it was a warning that showed he was prepared to use it, the sword that killed Fate on them if one of them set this up with treacherous intentions in mind. In Heaven he loved all of his brothers and sisters, down here he did not trust either of them for even though they all fell at the same time he hadn't the faintest idea why the rest of them fell so his instincts told them to treat them as if they could not be trusted unless they proved otherwise.
" My dear brothers and sisters, no one calls...no one writes, and yet I am called to meet here after all this time. Tell me there is a good explanation that can give me good reason to remain " He said in a rather deep yet smooth and calm tone as his looked at them from face to face.
"There is no reason pretty boy." Perso says depressed and angered. "Im surprised you even lasted this long. You and every one else, your all so lucky except for me and Alessiel." He said in an enraged voice. "We have it hard, well since I haven't seen her in so long, I hope she has done better than I. Im shunned and hated, shackled on this planet. I wish things would get better..."
Perso stood up and walked outside.
Fae paused in front of the cafe. She hadn't seen any of these angels in so long. With a little sigh, she stepped into the cafe just in time to hear Apophis speak. Her lips curled into a smile. "How can we call, if we haven't the slightest idea what your number is? How can we write, when for all we know you could be living on the other side of the earth. I searched for every one of you. Admittedly, some I looked for harder then others. But that is beside the point. I cannot speak for everyone here, but we did not abandoned you."
Her face was open and gentle as she looked over the others with her bright sky blue eyes, no judgement on her face what so ever.
When Perso stood up and spoke, Fae stopped and looked at him. She started to move towards him when he left, but stopped, and looked over at the others, not sure if she would just make it worse. She bit down hard on her lip.
She regretted it, yes, but she hadn't had much choice. Alessiel had trouble even thinking of the other Fallen as she tried to keep herself alive. Then she heard Perso speak and her eyes shifted to him now, momentarily forgetting Apophis during the white haired male's angry rant. His red eyes almost sparked as she could almost feel the emotional turmoil he was in roll off him in waves.
Perhaps he had spoken some truth, though she wouldn't say it was all right. The female lost had felt abandoned by the lack of contact as she dealt with her own personal struggles with her own being. Alessiel was certain the others all had their own as well so she didn't want to comment on how she needed their sympathy. She didn't want to be pitied for who she was, that was absolutely disgraceful. Or, anyway, more so than she was to the rest of the Angels the way she was now. Oh, how she missed Heaven...
" Be calm, Perso," Alessiel murmured but the male lost had already gotten up from his seat and left. She gave a sigh as she glanced around at the others. Faye looked as caring and worried as ever, no different from before. She noted the others, one's she hadn't even acknowledged yet.
" Hello everyone," she said calmly, inclining her head to be respectful. At least she'd done even that much, Alessiel thought in annoyance. Others couldn't be bothered to even put of a pretence of 'manners'.
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Then he walked back into the building. And he glanced at all of them.
Then he looked down his eyes sparked gold. And he said in a blank expression. He may regret these words. As his eyes shifted back to red.
"We need to follow her."
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Scarny sat on top of the roof. She should have never come all the glares she got walking in she knew it was a bad idea. No one wanted her anymore. She bgain to cry then yelled at god in her head for cursing her like this. It was bad enough she was separated from her faimly now everyone thought Dow
in her.
She pushed the door open with her hip and looked over at Perso. "Coming?"
"When we get back maybe we'll have a chance to catch up." He said blankly showing no love or hate for the idea. Then he went out of the diner with Fae, as they walked he said, "We should atleast try to cheer her up." He kept a blank expression. Watching angrily at her wings but not speaking.
"Thanks for atleast tagging along."
"It's no problem. She has it a lot worse then the rest of us. It would be terrible of us to make that harder on her." Her sky blue eyes scanned the streets and the buildings until she spotted her- on the roof of the building they where just in. "She's right there." Fae told Perso softly, nodding to the fallen angel on the roof.
Anger welled up in her as she searched for the Memorable one, Scarny was it? Her eyes flitted to the rooftop where Fae had pointed out. "I did not speak in her defense. If you would like it, I can go..." her voice was soft, if not a bit demure as she spoke to the others around her. Looking down, she found the path that Scarny had taken, following it ruggedly, falling once and scraping her knee. Stairs. Her worst enemy. She glared at the evil contraptions before making her way to sit beside the woman who she had hated for years.
'Why in the WORLD am I up here?' she thought with distaste, schooling her expression to not give away her thinking. it had then hit her. Scarny was as hurt, if not more so, than she was. Sighing, she sat.
"I have not spoken to you in many years, sister. I believe now I may come to regret this." Her words lilted with the Scottish brogue she retained from the land she landed in, and spent many years, past and present, visiting.
"I am sorry, I think, for not standing up for you. You called us for a reason, and I have not heard you out... And from what I recall you saying, you felt hurt from our shunning." She raised her hand to place it on the angel's shoulder.
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