The dark lashes rested on pale cheeks, connected to thin veils hiding the dark black orbs, none to be the eyes of a demon. In the depths of unnatural sleep, the blood-dripping lips parted in a peaceful gasp. Perhaps the reminiscence of her angelhood.
Truly, she had been an angel. But what had made Mab fall? What could have persuaded an angel to leave heaven? Or had she really made that choice for herself?
Deep within the trouble, sleeping spirit dreams awoke. Images flashed before her slumbering eyes.
The angels, created by god above, were the only other creatures allowed to walk within heaven. The humans were left to earth, within Paradise, Eden. And heaven was glorious, more than one could describe. Though at the moment, it was torn.
It was the revolution. An angel of music, Lucius by name, was leading it.
Her name was Maeve then, having a body more like a beam of light, the only thing Maeve had resembling a human, were eyes. Striking blue eyes, the deepest blue, like the ocean. Crafted by God himself.
Crowds of angels gathered, to listen the shouting and rebellious angel, Lucius. On the edge, some angels gathered, simply to see what was happening. One of these was Maeve.
Pushing through the crowd, hearing the angry cries as she pushed aside wings and limbs.
"What is this?" she asked a spirit beside her. She was ignored, but instead she heard the shout of the leader.
"Why should they be given the title of Children of God?" The voice was hoarse and something was dark and shadowy about it. "We were created first, we should have first choice of our share of the universe!" he shouted.
Maeve became fearful of what she was hearing; this was treason to the kingdom! But not only that scared her, the dark shadowy feeling was growing. It seemed to spread from the direction of the voice; dark was the only word to explain it.
But some how, the words were calling her, capturing her. She wanted these powers he now shouted of. She wanted her share, what was so wrong with that?
Fire, fire seemed to spread through the crowd. Like torches, spreading. They were moving, towards the Hall. The dwelling place of The Master. They were taking it before God, they were opposing him. They were revolting.
The shouts rang through the spirits mind, shaking her, waking her from her slumber.
With a shriek, she jumped up, tossing aside something that had laid beside her on her bed. She stopped to see what it was, instantly recognizing it for the drained, mortal body that had been her supper. She spit at it, angry for having been awoken.
A small demonic being, known as Cassius, watched her warily. "Milady?"
She looked up at him.
Picking up the lifeless body, she hurled it at him.
He jumped aside, barely missing it.
"We're going to Greece," she hissed. "It's time we find The Blades…."