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"People tend not to be attractive when they are desperate."
Her eyes flared in anger. She stopped, and the hands that had been busy undressing herself turned into fists by her side.
"You. You are no better than them. So damn perfect. So damn righteous. How dare they sit on their golden thrones and judge us? How dare you?" her shoulders shook with emotion, "They think they’re so damn flawless while their kingdom crumbles around them! I Fell because I loved one I couldn’t! And for that reason I was cast down from the place I knew since my birth, everything I’ve done for them whitewashed away, my deeds and achievents forgotten like they were nothing! And for what? Because I broke a single rule!? I’m not the only one! More and more angels Fall every day and they can’t do shit to stop them because they’re so infatuated with those damn rules! Rules that were made by a god that has long since died! And they still pretend he’s alive, telling the world to worship him as if it still fucking matters!"
She jabbed a finger in his direction, the fury on her face accentuating her already perfect features.
"You want to know why I didn’t kill Asia when we first t? Because she is exactly like ! A Holy Maiden, loved and praised by everyone when she healed them, then left to rot when she was of no more use! And what cri did she commit that made her fall!? She healed a devil when she didn’t know he was one! And just for that she was abandoned by everyone around her and thrown out of the Church like so used toy! Do you know what it’s like when your whole purpose for existence is suddenly taken from you!? She knew! We found her leaning against a statue of the Cross in the middle of the square, her head on her knees and sobbing because no one would co near her because she was excommunicated! And what did the Heavens do about this? Did they send an angel down to tell her it would be alright? No! Did they tell the Church to correct their mistake? No! They sat up in the clouds and watched because of stupid, outdated rules!"
She panted, her breaths coming in short and vicious gasps. With difficulty she managed to curb the worst of her anger and stared at him in defiance.
"Fuck those rules and fuck the god that made them."
He smiled at her.
He moved past her trembling fra, feeling her glare on his back all the way. That glare turned to surprise as he stopped in front of the cabinet, lifted the case, and brought it back to the table. It was set down gently this ti, and he opened it and took a single piece out then placed it on the edge closest to her.
"A Pawn should be enough?"
Raynare nodded, sowhat haltingly.
"What do you want for it?" her fingers were at her chest again.
"Nothing. It is yours."
She blinked at him, then cracked a rueful smile.
"I should have more outbursts in the future."
He shrugged.
"I would have given this to you, regardless of your outburst."
The Fallen Angel stared at him, montarily speechless.
"You do realize I will be useless to you in Rating Gas?" she finally managed to say, "I cannot conjure light spears anymore. I can’t even fly. I’m no more stronger than a human now. If you wish to call upon my help, you will most likely be disappointed."
He understood and indicated that he understood.
"And you’re just going to give this to ? Without wanting sothing back in return?"
"You wanted sothing," he replied, "It is within my power to give. What else needs to be said?"
She peered at him, then looked away.
"You make it very hard for to hate you."
He smiled at that and nodded to the piece in front of her.
"You will need to be a devil, though, for this to work."
"I know that," she snapped, then stopped and spoke again in a gentler voice, "I know that."
He could sense her hesitation.
"You do not wish to be one?"
"No one wishes to change who they are," she murmured, "but I do not have a choice in the matter. If that ans I can have just a semblance of freedom, it will be worth it."
"You are wrong," Raynare turned to stare at him, "There is always a choice."
"You make it sound so easy," she scoffed, though it was far more diluted than the resentnt he was used to, "As if it was a good choice to begin with."
"It is no worse than the choice you left her," he said quietly.
She flinched.
"I’m surprised you would even offer a choice after what I did to her," again, the bitterness had returned.
He shrugged.
"Taking away your choice will not bring hers back."
She had nothing to say to that. He turned, and went back into the kitchen and resud picking up the pieces she had broken. There were only a few left and when he finished it was to see that she had not moved from her spot. Her gaze was riveted to the piece on the table, as if seeing it in a new light.
She started when he made to move past her.
"Wait."
He turned.
"There is soone you need to be aware of," the Fallen Angel refused to et his eyes, "His na is Freed Sellzen, and if you don’t like people like , then you will most certainly not like soone like him."
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