It's a funny thing falling. It isn't the fall that'll kill you, it's always the landing part most people end up failing at. In Krista's case she wouldn't stop falling until she reached hell, a trap to lure her kind in which she sacrificed herself to descend before her brother Armin did.
Krista was a beacon of hope for all those stuck in limbo, she would visit often and take the lucky few up to heaven with her but now she was gone, slipped right past all the barriers and descended into the pits of hell. A scheme that was too well planned out for Krista's liking.
Things like this were fairy tales, angels would go missing and be found in the human world or worse in a cage next to Satan herself.
In all of Krista's 300 years of existence she had only known one confirmed case of this happening, it was after the 104th great war with the beasts below and the captain general was captured, his men went after him and left half of the capital city undefended. As to be expected devils arrived and begun to massacre the people who populated the area but the phenomenon known as 'falling' only happened once. It was right in front of Krista's own eyes, she had a sister once, Frieda and she was taken, fell into something and bam, she never returned. The whole thing was covered up but Krista gathered what was happening to her happened to her sister, she would never return to her normal life. She had already thought of all the things that could happen to her and she was unprepared for the majority of them, she wasn't strong at combat she was a courier bringing bodies to and from limbo, she had no permits to carry any weapon. Now that she thought about it she had no combat experience at all, she had only ever witnessed it and the results of what such brutal fighting can do to a body.
As she fell she saw whirls of colour and the fleeting feeling of dread. Closing her eyes, she began to feel boiling liquid hit her pale skin and leak into her blonde hair.
Heat, that's all Krista could feel; it was as if her skin were about to peel from the flesh and the tendons snap from the strain.
Then she landed.
The boiling liquid evaporated off her skin, eyes surrounded by black, feet broken along with the rest of her lower bones she felt hands rest on her hips. The hands were cold as if kissed by death, the force of them rolling Krista onto her front. The tears that did form in the wells of her eyes didn't remain for long as they began to lift from her cheeks as the heat took them with it.
The temperature of hell was something Krista had studied, "meant to bring down any creature unaccustomed to them to the scorching grounds to be brought to the ruler of the lands then put to whatever use she thought for them". This information obviously wasn't accurate, no one who had fallen into hell emerged at the surface again but rumours are rumours and that was all that managed to circle in Krista's mind as her hands were brought behind her and bound. She was lifted by the same hands that bound her, she was forced to stand on broken legs. She felt herself sinking as she stood, the bone fragments leaning on each other and slipping past as if overtaking on a motorway. The fragments forcing flesh out of the way and some bursting through the skin, muscle leaking out of the wounds followed by blood then the bone itself. Her ankles were the worst part, the left shin bone was sticking out and as she stood it pierced her leg, pulling the tendons with it, her bodyweight forcing it outwards it looked like a broken violin "Walk fallen angel" the voice of the hands. The tone was low, just at the point of being too low for Krista to not hear it. She had never heard a voice so rough or low, she couldn't even tell if there was a gender behind it but all she knew is that this wasn't someone who was in her world, this must be one of the workers of the underworld.
Krista's eyes couldn't sensor any light at all, she couldn't feel any blood emerging from them so she guessed that they were fine but there was no light to be seen.
The ground beneath her turned from burning to a cooler stone, calved into bricks which were ornate from what Krista could feel over the roaring sensation of her skeletal system crumbling from her own weight. "why are you keeping this pretty little thing in the dark? She can't see like us sinners do." This voice was more of a pitch Krista was used to. Low but low enough to be husky for the angel's ears, this voice was like honey whiskey and she was an alcoholic bee.
During the wars each party captured members of the opposition but she had never heard a voice of one of the devils. She had seen them but only in their unnatural light, as there is none so far down she guessed maybe they worked like bats do in the human world but she was soon to be corrected in her thoughts.
"Now my dear, before I give you any sight in my realm, I need you to endure a couple of my basic procedures, is that okay with you my sweet little halo?" The same liquid gold voice resonated in her mind, unable to resist she allowed herself to respond in the same flirtatious manner she was talked to, unable to understand why she would want to flirt with the person who would torture her and keep her in a cage until she withered and died she mentally cursed at herself. "Anything you ask of me."
"Allow me to clip those gorgeous wings of yours?" Although Krista knew this was a command and would destroy all attempt to escape this place she was obliged to nod her head. She was intoxicated with this voice that played within her mind. "I knew you'd be a good girl for me, I'm taking a liking to you princess" a long pause followed with a small breeze accompanying it "I hope you feel the same way" this time she felt the air move around her, tickling her neck enough for her hair to stand on its end. A hand slowly made its way around her waist originating at her navel, ending at the base of her spine, this hand was delicate and feminine, for all Krista knew all the residence of hell were male except Satan herself and she didn't believe that she would be in the presence of Satan herself and still be alive or not know about it, she had felt that presence before during the war when she infiltrated the capital. They were face-to-face and shed never forget that dark and demonic growl.
A sharp pain and a crunch echoed in the blonde's brain. Her wings were extended and she couldn't recall how they got there but they weren't restrained. She voluntarily held them open as this woman gripped the bones that held them strong, slowing running her hand along it and crushing it into powder, the parts she had 'clipped' fell limply down like clothes on a drying line. The snapping, the grinding, the sound of flesh being torn filled Krista's ears but this harmony of pain was just the backing track to the female's words. "You're doing so well my love, I'm so proud of you my angel, I've nearly done ill make you feel all better soon" Krista's head lolled back to be closer to the origin of the voice, allowing the females hands to wined themselves around her waist again once her wings lay limply by her side. Her hands added force bringing the angels and devils hips closer together and they began to sway together as if they were a newly married couple. "Seeming as you've been a brave girl how about I sort out your vision for you? That sound good to you my love?"
"That would be amazing" the words dripped from Krista's lips like rain off an umbrella. Her wings were now on the ground like discarded shoes and her dignity with them. The hand that surrounded her waist advanced for her hands, entwining her fingers with the fallen angels she led her forwards. Krista was weary of where this would go but she blindly followed, she was powerless to the low and enticing voice which made her melt inside. The sound of bare feet on stone told her where to go and the tug received now and again reinforcing the command to move onwards. "now my dear, there are stairs and I don't think your poor broken legs are gonna get you up them. Don't be alarmed, it's just my hands on you" the tugging hand stopped immediately and the feeling re-emerged but on her arse, cupping it, she was lifted up as if a lover were taking her to the bedroom. The shorter woman linked her hands around the neck of the woman and attempted to wrap her legs around the devil's waist as the tension build up within her.
With each step up Krista could feel all the power stored in the muscles of the woman carrying her, such immense power rivalling the feeling that she felt when she was in the same room as Satan. A sudden twist pulled the angel out of that thought process and a quick drop succeeded. It took a second for Krista to realise the devil was sat down and she was straddling her lap, arms still around her neck. The angel could feel herself blushing at the idea of being remotely suggestive with a devil, the whole thing was taboo upstairs so the idea of being in hell and already being corrupted should have terrified the fallen woman but instead it excited her. Once again the cool hand were upon her person but this time it was more delicate as if admiring a china tea set, a finger tracing her cheekbone, swirling ornate patterns on her skin before it stopped below her eye. Another finger matched the one already on her skin and then pressure.
The skin under Krista's eyes began to peel back as Krista's voice morphed into a song consisting of twisted pain. Her eyes began to leak blood and black ooze as the fluid from within them burst. A needle passed through her eye at the moment of most pain, the blonde found no words of encouragement from the female devil and felt lost without them, there was no pleasure in this pain unlike before. New liquid was pumped into her eyes and her vision began to restore but it was painful to see what was in front of her.
Everything was blurry except the silver needle as it left her right eye. "I'm sorry for the pain amore mio" as everything came into view Krista's eyes didn't stop bleeding and the devil knew what the girl was going though. Krista's head was cradled like a new-born babe as her vision began to focus, eyes blowing out with black as the devils face became all that the angel could see. There she was in all her glory, piercing amber eyes, tanned skin, she wore a black binder which left her muscled body exposed for Krista to eat up. She was toned, very toned. Krista had seen some of the guards' muscle under their armour and this woman's abs and arms were more impressive than a trained soldier's. The woman's brown hair messily tied back and a splattering of freckles came into view as Krista attempted to get a closer look, they ventured from her forehead to the tops of her arms. "Welcome to my world my dear" the voice was even more addictive now she saw the origin of it, this woman made Krista never want to leave, with her arms still wrapped around the devils neck she leant in. The devil cracked a smirk, straightening her spine she trailed her hands up from Krista's neck and into her hair, gripping it firmly she continued to straighten until they were at each other's eyelevel. "My dear look at me… I'm gonna take good care of you, ill protect you and make sure no harm comes your way all I ask of you is that you let me alleviate your pain and you remain by my side"
Krista's response existed in a single action, she pulled on the devil's neck, drawing her closer and the amber eyes woman took it from there. Pulling on Krista's blonde hair she crashed her lips onto the angels allowing their tongues to venture into each other's mouths, the devil took the lead as always and the angel followed.