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Your Most Beautiful Dream
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The colossal battle between Heaven and Hell had finally come to an end and somewhere between the two worlds bargaining for peace he'd become a chip. There had been many battles between them over the millennia and many periods of peace between, but not without prices to pay. Alric could only imagine how horrific his time in Hell would be, but the thought of having not only his wings torched but his soul completely obliterated made him even more afraid to stay in Heaven.
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And so he found himself in Hell, wrists shackled, silky white-gold hair that once flowed to his lower back now severed at the nape, wearing a thin white shift that barely had enough material to cover his strong muscular frame decently which didn't leave much to the imagination. Having been a soldier his entire angelic life, Alric felt more than exposed and vulnerable without his valiant armor but it wasn't as if he could complain too much considering it was his own impulsive actions that had caused this. It was because of him and a few others, all of which were now dead except for himself, that caused Hell to gain the upper hand against Heaven's strongest faction of soldiers. He was now being traded for the lives of imprisoned angels who had been captured during that last battle. His bare feet did not shake as he took the stone steps before him, although his wide cobalt blue eyes peering above the heads of a crowd of demons might have given away his unease.
The steps gave way to a wide dais where everyone was gathered, including Lucifer himself sitting upon an intricate throne of skulls. His pale face was quite handsome and his tailored black clothes were sharp, fitting him perfectly. Even his pointed shoes were polished to gleam. His wide lips stretched into a satisfied smile that didn't really touch his pitch black eyes as he looked him up and down. Alric felt as if he might as well be bare before his gaze and for a moment he was actually afraid that Lucifer, himself, would want him to entertain his company. Eternal suffering and torture he could expect but not becoming a play object for powerful demons and fallen angels, surely he wasn't that important.
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Lucifer stood and addressed his audience. "Today is a special day my friends. Today we celebrate the birth of my daughter." The crowd cheered and Alric was left to wonder in suspense for what would happen next. "Before you stands a grand prize from Heaven and also my gift to my dearest daughter."
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————And so he found himself in Hell, wrists shackled, silky white-gold hair that once flowed to his lower back now severed at the nape, wearing a thin white shift that barely had enough material to cover his strong muscular frame decently which didn't leave much to the imagination. Having been a soldier his entire angelic life, Alric felt more than exposed and vulnerable without his valiant armor but it wasn't as if he could complain too much considering it was his own impulsive actions that had caused this. It was because of him and a few others, all of which were now dead except for himself, that caused Hell to gain the upper hand against Heaven's strongest faction of soldiers. He was now being traded for the lives of imprisoned angels who had been captured during that last battle. His bare feet did not shake as he took the stone steps before him, although his wide cobalt blue eyes peering above the heads of a crowd of demons might have given away his unease.
The steps gave way to a wide dais where everyone was gathered, including Lucifer himself sitting upon an intricate throne of skulls. His pale face was quite handsome and his tailored black clothes were sharp, fitting him perfectly. Even his pointed shoes were polished to gleam. His wide lips stretched into a satisfied smile that didn't really touch his pitch black eyes as he looked him up and down. Alric felt as if he might as well be bare before his gaze and for a moment he was actually afraid that Lucifer, himself, would want him to entertain his company. Eternal suffering and torture he could expect but not becoming a play object for powerful demons and fallen angels, surely he wasn't that important.
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————Lucifer stood and addressed his audience. "Today is a special day my friends. Today we celebrate the birth of my daughter." The crowd cheered and Alric was left to wonder in suspense for what would happen next. "Before you stands a grand prize from Heaven and also my gift to my dearest daughter."
