Broken Chains Living Quarters (Floor 3)

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Teryl was faced with a long, shambling hallway filled with rooms that weren't even done. Doors were missing, pain was gone, debris was scattered all over the floor, random pieces of furniture and ladders were strewn about the mostly destroyed hallway. He took a few steps out and looked around, finding the place a complete and utter waste. He hadn't a clue why anyone would sleep, rest, live, or bathe in these areas. As he walked down the hallway, he could hear the floor underneath him creak with the heavy weight due to his plated armor. With each step, he thought the place would collapse, but it managed to stay built together as he walked around. The walls seemed to be covered with dust and fungi. Teryl ran his metallic glove over it and could feet and hear it scrapping across, leaving behind a finger polished area.

With each room he walked by, he didn't see anyone. This area seemed to be completely empty, devoid of any type of life or design fashion. As he continued to walk, he saw large holes within some of the room, letting in the cool, night breeze from outside. It was about daytime and the last of the chill was finally escaping the night. Inside the rooms and hanging from the ceiling lone, uncovered light bulbs were hanging, casting ominous shadows in every direction. This room didn't even seem to have been rebuilt from the past. The wood was eaten away, the cobblestone was cracked and missing in portions, the ceiling was barely keeping the conditions outside away. Everything just seemed...in poverty.

The more Teryl continued the walk, the more he didn't really seem to care. This was much better than the regular sleeping under bridges and the homeless shelters. At least here he didn't have to hide what he was and he did get shelter from the cold...for the most part it seemed. He continued to walk and look at the small numbers on the wall, "106...107...108..." he stopped when he saw his room and was amazed that he had a door, unlike all of these other rooms. He turned the knob, which stuck for a moment, but he gentle rammed his shoulder into it and forced it open.

Inside, he was amazed. A bed which seemed big enough for four people. It was large with black covers and sitting up on raising stilts. A dresser, loaded with shirts, pants, shorts and every other piece of clothing he couldn't wear due to his armor situation. A closet, filled with a miniature pantry, half fridge and some more hanging shirts. Shag carpet covered the floor and what amazed Teryl the most was a large collection of glass windows leading out to a large outdoor area. He opened the glass door towards the area and saw that the porch-like structure was made of a onyx black stone. It was gleaming with a finished polish and had a table and chair set crafted from hard steel.

He was amazed that such a terrible looking place was so well furnished. He walked back inside and saw something that took his breath away...a mini bar area. What he didn't see when first looking into the room was it extended a small bit towards his own personal lounge area. It had a small piano, a bar area with chairs to sit down at. Teryl, even when promoted into angel, was a large drinker. He was quick to rushing over to this newly discovered area and ran behind the bar to look at the wares.

There wasn't much alcohol, but the bar wasn't big either. Just some whiskey, vodka, lemons, mixes for the fruit drinks, jagurmeister, glasses, shot glasses, and a large bottle of Gin. For the first time in the longest time, the large angel felt at home. He wasn't fighting the homeless for scrapes, he wasn't running from mobs, he wasn't even relying on others to take care of him, he was finally safe at his own little slice of heaven. Teryl looked above to see a selection of beers chilling on a magic driven, iced beer casing. He took one off, snapped the top off and put it to the mouth slit on his helmet. He began to drink and sighed hard, walking towards the patio area and relaxing for the moment.

"Your life no longer belongs to me, it belongs to your corruption..." a voice rang out in Teryl's head, "I release you from your duties..." the visions of haunted pasts started to swirl around the angels mind. After the drink, Teryl decided to take a brief nap and wait out the storm, but like a ominous presence, the storm brought out the worst of his nightmares. He suffered from these depictions from the past on regular nights, let alone nights where it was storming out. He twisted and turned, feeling and hearing his metal clanking about. He usually had these kind of sleeps. Not really 100% gone, but not really 100% awake. More like a dreamscape where the illusions of his past would come to taunt him. They were never illusions of serenity either, always illusions of fear and turmoil. Illusions of his past life, of people he's accidentally killed, the law he broke in heaven, everything.

The dreamscape now was just as real as it was before. He stood up from his bed and stumbled about, almost in a drunk fashion but completely disoriented. In his mind, his eyes started casting a cavalcade of corruption. A myriad of memories. They swirled around him. Inaudible screams, taunts, angry cries from mothers and fathers condemning him to hell. The angry faces, the sadness, the looks of dismay and horror were floating around him as the screams started to become deafening. Teryl screamed and picked up the end table next to him, about to throw when a glow started to silence the madness. He looked through his helmet at the figure in the distance and dropped the furniture piece, hearing a leg on it crack. The soothing voice was familiar and he walked towards it. It started a whisper and slowly transformed into a sweet melody that was being sung...a familiar melody.

The closer he got the presence, the warmer her felt. The light was blinding, but he needed to be near it, to hear her voice once more, to feel her compassion again. He arrived to see a pale woman sitting on a stone bench, playing a miniature harp and singing along with the finger picks. She had blue eyes and auburn hair, freckles scattered across her cheek and a smile as she looked at him.

"Myriam..." he whispered. The closer he got towards her, the slower the song was being played and the joyous look on her face twisted into anger and disgust. She stopped playing and began to walk away, "Never dismay he me with your presence again you fallen behemoth..." the voice spoke as she continued to walk away, gliding into the air.

"N-No..." he whispered and began to run, trying to chase her, stay with her...touch her.

"I release you..." she spoke, giving one more disgusted look as Teryl was ripped from his dream.

Teryl had wandered towards the balcony and had fallen over the side trying to chase the woman. He woke up mid way down, unsure on where he was or what was going on. He finally realized what had happened as he slammed into the cobblestone below, snapping the stone in twain and shooting pain all over his body. The sound of the heavy rain and thunder drown out the sound of the collision and his painful yell. He grunted and groaned, unable to move at the moment and just heard the pitter patter of rain on his metal. He looked up at the sky through his slotted eyes as the combination of rain water mixed with the newly formed tears in his eyes. "Myriam..." (Moved to Campus Overview)