The angel landed meritoriously with absolute grace. Her wings caused a zephyr to wake the trees from their slumber. Now all plants and half-humans marvelled at the unfathomable grandeur of her shimmering wings, her glowing face and her fine hair¾in fact, her whole being. She was grateful that her father had given her these wings to use for her travels; it was a lot more convenient than travelling by human transport.
She smiled knowing that the demigods watching her had all begun their reveries and were drooling rivers. It was as if she had lassoed their necks and was now pulling them towards her alluring self.
"Who knew a pariah could be so exquisite?" she read from their faces, very sure that they had heard about her legendary rebellion. She walked unhurriedly forward, searching for one particular face. With every step a gentle breeze blew around the glade. Many shivered but were still struck by how her presence captivated them. Some had fired up battles for her, while others continued to stare, fazed by her splendour.
Then to the angel's surprise, the familiar scent of death filled the air, making the atmosphere more eerie, in addition to the cold climate she had emitted. Could this be from him?
She stopped and turned slowly. Although, it only took half of a second for her to assimilate the change in the milieu and confirm that he was the cause of it, she wanted to make him wait and think that she did not notice his entrance.
After making a three-hundred degree turn, she halted and spotted the source of the heat¾the son of the underworld god. It filled her with joy to see that the boy seemed more fascinating than she had remembered him. She smiled at him. He didn't return it.
"What are you doing here?" he questioned calmly, although it was blatant that his voice held a thick layer of rancour towards her. "Outcasts are NOT permitted here."
"Hey! Don't get angry at her. This beauty probably knows about all those trite threats," a robust boy in armour (a son of Ares, she presumed) answered for the wordless angel among them. The irritated boy glared at him, while the angel praised his attempt.
"I am truly sorry for intruding and causing a disturbance, but I do have consent from the king himself to be here." The angel's urbane manner and soothing voice refreshed their love for her. However, the boy of her interest began to walk away and she knew that the beauty she possessed (which even had all of Aphrodite's offspring glaring at her) were futile against the one who only knew her to be a nefarious traitor. She knew he loathed her. She knew she committed a crime against him. And she knew she was his enemy. A frown formed on her face at this harrowing thought.
"Alex!" she called, beseechingly, "Please. We all had to sacrifice something… something dearly important to us." The angel herself could not bear the pain that her memories caused. With her heart throbbing, she fell on her knees under the great burden. The boy turned and walked towards her. A welter of demigods stood with bated breaths, anticipating his imminent outburst. He stood over her, and she sank further at his authority in his own dominion.
"I gave up more than you ever could," he hissed. "I will never forgive you for what you've done. LEAVE!"
Wiping away tears, the angel ran through the horde, spread her wings and gracefully took flight. Four more like her joined her and together they disappeared higher into the clouds.