𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈 「𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇」

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ -Blood-

Weeks passed in the suffocating silence of the room, each day blending into the next in a monotonous blur of solitude and despair. Your mind felt heavy with the weight of the silence, the absence of any external stimulus leaving you with nothing but the echo of your own thoughts.

Gradually, you found yourself descending into madness, the loneliness driving you to mumble to yourself incoherently, the sound of your own voice offering some semblance of companionship in the desolate emptiness.

Your body ached with exhaustion, your muscles protesting against the relentless confinement as you remained huddled in the corner, your knees drawn to your chest and your wings wrapped tightly around your weary form. The food left by some unknown benefactor remained untouched, a testament to your stubborn refusal to succumb to temptation.

In the quiet moments between your fevered ramblings, you wondered if anyone had come to visit, if perhaps you had missed their presence in the darkness that enveloped you. You thought of Adam, wondering if he struggled with sleep as you did, his absence a constant ache in your heart.

But in truth, sleep eluded you entirely, your mind consumed by a relentless torrent of fear and uncertainty. Weak and powerless, you felt as though you were trapped in a never-ending nightmare, unable to escape the confines of your own mind.

Weeks turned into an endless cycle of torment, each day bleeding into the next in a relentless march toward oblivion. Alone in the darkness, you could only cling to the fragile threads of your sanity, praying for salvation from the relentless grip of despair. The sound of the door opening shattered the suffocating silence, jolting you out of your tormented reverie.

"Traitor, let's go," a harsh voice cut through the darkness, sending a chill down your spine. It was the first voice you had heard after weeks of isolation, and its arrival filled you with a sense of dread.

You tried to respond, to plead for mercy or to demand answers, but all that escaped your lips was a raspy breath, your vocal cords strained from disuse.

Before you could gather your bearings, a firm grip seized your wings, pulling you upright with a force that sent waves of pain coursing through your body. Your legs felt like lead, your muscles protesting against the sudden movement, but the exorcist showed no mercy as they dragged you out of the room.

Painful groans escaped your lips as you were forced to stumble forward, your wings dragging limply behind you as you struggled to keep pace with the relentless pace of your captor. Each step felt like an eternity, every movement a reminder of the weeks spent trapped in isolation, powerless to escape the clutches of your tormentors.

With every ounce of strength you could muster, you pushed forward, a flicker of defiance burning within you despite the overwhelming odds stacked against you. As you were dragged further into the unknown, you couldn't help but wonder what awaited you on the other side, and whether you would ever find a way to break free from the chains that bound you.

You kept your eyes closed, basking in the warmth of the heavenly sun as you were escorted through the bustling streets. The murmurs of angels filled your ears, their voices a distant echo in the cacophony of the court's surroundings.

As the doors to the court swung open, your heart raced with anticipation, and you couldn't help but open your eyes to take in the scene before you. The long hallway stretched out before you, lined with exorcists wearing sinister grins that sent a shiver down your spine.

With a push from your captors, you stumbled into the room, feeling the air grow heavy with tension the moment you crossed the threshold. All eyes turned to you, their gazes filled with disdain and contempt, as the exorcist roughly threw you to the ground.