Return of the Angels
Celine was lying on her side, facing nothing and looking completely out of it. Her eyes were so dull they looked soulless. Her wrists were tied in chains binding her to the wall from where the holes were found. Recently she has only been found on the bed, seeming as something within her has broken, and she was completely obedient although it wasn't her intention. Two weeks ago she had been raped without remorse and it has broken something within her, causing her to retract back inside of herself and allowed a shell to live in her place.
Marie had often enough came in to inspect her. But lately, she hasn't been in to do that. Instead a totally different maid has been her replacement. Her hair was black, tied up into two buns on her head with blue eyes. She took no notice of Celine's condition whereas Marie had done. When Marie had discovered Celine's condition, she had cried and swore to her that she would get her out of this mess. A few days afterwards, Marie had done something Celine would have done if the situation was reversed. She had bombarded Raziel with fists, shouting and cursing at him. That was why she has not yet been in to see Celine, because she was somewhere else being tortured out of her mind.
The black haired maid was currently cleaning the rest of the room, her blue eyes nervously glancing over at Celine's still form. Sometimes she would go over to inspect if she was dead, out of fear that Raziel would punish her for it. Always sighing in relief at what she found, she continued to clean, quite content. She was just about finishing up when her attention quickly shifted over to Celine. She had shifted position onto her other side. The chains had rattled, startling the maid. She placed a hand firmly over her beating heart and breathed a sigh.
"How is she, Marina?" she jumped at his voice.
She turned to face him, her eyes wide as if she had been caught doing something wrong. "My Lord, Raziel…" she took a deep breath. "You startled me."
He quirked an eyebrow, amused. He looked over at Celine, a smirk stretching across his lips before he headed over to her. Seeming to be soulless or not, it didn't stop her from flinching whenever he went to touch her. He sat down beside her, her eyes not looking at him but slightly trembling in fear, but she didn't move away. He touched her cheek in a gentle caress, meaning he was not going to harm her. He was pleased with her well cared for condition in which his servants have provided. But he was not as quite as amused with them as he had been with Marie, but she had been sent down to be tortured for her actions against him.
Serves the servant right for believing she had the right to hit him.
He brushed a few fleeing strands away, exposing her gorgeous face to him. "I wish I hadn't had to do that to you," he whispered into her ear and shivers ran down her spine. "Not only did I have to punish you for challenging my authority here, but you were far too tempting."
"My Lord…" he turns to face the maid, slightly narrowing his eyes as he sees her disgust in Celine. He knew she was one of the few maids that had a crush on him. But he was not pleased with any of them. Their looks were glorious, but he didn't have the heart to even speak face blushing words to them.
"Leave us," he commands and she bows. She produces a last hateful glare at Celine before she walks out. Raziel did not miss the look for one second. He looks back over at Celine and soothes her hair. He takes up a spot next to her, lying on his side, facing her with a loving smile. He plays with a strand on his finger, his eyes never once leaving her face. She didn't look up at him; she remained immobile at his side, her body stiff knowing that this was something that was not wanted.
Someone burst through the door, grabbed him and threw him violently away. He crashed through the wall and landed hard into the one behind it. Someone else ran into the room soon after. A female, with mid-back length blue hair, was instantly by her side and unlocked the chains from around her wrists. Brown eyes bent down to look into soulless blue. Her eyes softened and turned so gentle that the blue eyes looked at her as if she knew she remembered her from somewhere. With her rape two weeks ago, Celine's new form did not compute to anything, also meaning that her memory was just as poor.
"Marie…" a gentle male voice said and appeared. "Oh shit, you weren't kidding."
"Chaos, we don't have time…" she replies, her voice hoarse as pain burned her. He nodded at her and picked her up. He instantly ran out the room, keeping Marie in front of him. He glanced at Raziel, glared and growled at his unconscious form, before taking off into a run behind the little girl. She raced through the compound, him following her with each step. No one intervened as there was no one in the hallways they had entered. These were the servants' routes and those that are obviously not the servants never came through these halls.
She pushed through a door and kept it open as he raced into the room. She closed and locked it, hoping it would buy them some time, before she headed down the new hall, guiding Chaos through the maze with the girl in his arms. He kept glancing down at her, checking to see if she was alright, but no pain administered on her face, only those blank eyes were looking up at him. There was no fear like there had been when she was with Raziel Instead there something else not quite forming in her eyes.
She pushed open another room, slammed the door closed behind him and raced through the spacious room. She was instantly knocked back into a wall, blood slowly travelling down her chin to fall onto the floor in droplets. She fell to the ground, slowly picking herself up to look at her attacker. Raziel stood on the opposite side of her, blazing blue eyes fuelled with anger. He had awoken and located them so quickly that it caused Chaos to frown. Someone had helped him. Someone with healing attributes and the other with tracking abilities… So who were those that dared interfere?
"Now, now, did you really think you'll be able to escape?" he said, grinning a malevolent grin. His eyes washed over Marie's form, disgust soon appeared on his face in a sneer. "Obviously you were not tortured enough, Marie."
Chaos gently placed Celine down against a wall. He stepped up, clapped loudly that it echoed through the room, before he crossed his arms the moment he had Raziel's attention. He stood feet apart with a malevolent grin of his own. His dark eyes twinkling in search for a very good fight! "For the great Lord to actually need help to regain consciousness and to locate us… I think some of your pride and power has been knocked down a few pegs."
"Chaos," he snarled angrily. "I never did trust you, you bastard."
Chaos laughed sinisterly. "I thought you knew that the moment one of your men recruited me. That is why you locked me in prison, isn't it?" Raziel growled. "You know, I've been itching to get my hands blooded in a fight with you the moment you personally threw me in that pathetic cell you made me call home for a time."
"For now, Chaos, we're not going to fight," Raziel said grinning. He nodded at something behind Chaos and he knew the moment when he heard the few thuds that touched ground behind him. Raziel had brought backup! The coward!
He swung around and immediately landed a punch to one of the men's jaw. He went down, jaw broken, but not out cold like Chaos had planned. He dodged a fatal sword attack before he swiped the sword out his hand and grabbed it for his own use. He brought it down on the smaller, a lot weaker, male then himself. He was cut in half and he looked down at him. Not quite pleased or displeased. It seemed like an eternity ago when he looked away from the body to start striking them down again.
Meanwhile, Raziel advanced on Marie; he kicked her against the wall. She fell to the ground and he kicked her over so she was lying on her back. She didn't scream like he had hoped she would have, but he didn't give another chance to either. He stomped his foot down on her chest, making air strike out of her lungs and more blood to come out of her mouth. Pain drove through her, it lanced at the spot underneath his foot, but she still looked at him with defiant, angry eyes.
"You shouldn't have become friends with Celine," he said unhappily.
Celine…? She thought, wanting to glance at her friend but dared not. Besides she was too short of breath to even speak. She only watched Raziel with hatred in her eyes, her chest struggling to move as she breathed with his foot still on her chest. Chaos was busy fighting off those men, who were definitely losing against him but not without getting at least one or two strikes against him as well. Raziel pressed harder on her chest, forcing her attention back to him as it had slipped over to Chaos.
"You best me paying attention to me, Marie." He removed his foot and knelt down beside her. He grabbed her throat, forcing her attention on him and so that she would not move away from it either. "She didn't tell you, did she?" he said smirking. He had read her earlier expression and she felt pain pang inside of her heart. "What a terrible friend she was, wasn't she?" he said with fake sympathy. In fact the pair of them knew that he was enjoying it.
Marie forced her eyes to stay open, forced herself to believe that she had a reason for not telling her. But she had been beside her for so long. She had seen pain in her expression when she had brought up the name to her. She had idolised her so much… Suddenly Marie knew why. She wouldn't tell her because she would have lost hope in getting out of here. Celine had thought of her to such an extent, it was completely the opposite of what Raziel thinks. Celine was thinking on their relationship, but mostly of her hope and faith in her idol and not because she was idolized in the first place. That was why she didn't tell her. Marie couldn't be more grateful to her.
She would have allow tears of joy and happiness to flow down her cheeks but Raziel would belief that his plan to bring sadness to her would have worked. But wouldn't that give her a point because she was crying out of joy and happiness? She wouldn't dare cry in front of him. His evilness made her toughen up. But with Celine's soft side, it made a different impression. Marie had felt like falling into her arms and crying.
"There, there, Marie." He said stroking her cheek as if consoling her. "I'll always be here for you."
"No, you'd rather kill me." She managed out.
"Oh, you're right, I would very much rather kill you. You see," he said bushing her hair behind her ear, "you really should have steered clear of making that connection with her. Because now, I'm going to have to merciless torture you to death."