Xanriel was awestruck at the beauty of his own. Decades had gone by since he last set his eyes upon the Heavens. The Crystal Arch was almost too beautiful to understand, after the many weeks they had just spent in the lands of entropy, darkness and death. He looked even further upon his Father's villa; He longed to see his father in person, to take part in one of his year long discussions on philosophy, but alas, the timing was wrong. Vaderael caught sight of Xanriel's longing eyes, and reminded him,
"Unfortunately, for the present, you cannot admire the beauty of your home, for first, you must be conducted to the Prison."
Xanriel nodded, as he turned toward the Prison, and it's infamous Cells.
He himself has thrown many an insurgent into the Cells, rarely to be seen again by any but the High Council. If the Prison was the single most frightening place in Heaven, then the Cells were the dark corners in it's basement. He swallowed a lump in his throat, comprised mostly of fear, and began walking. He heard one of the Guardians behind him, one of the newer recruits, Ladrael, known for her beauty, which was only matched by her fighting capability.
"I'm surprised Miracle hasn't come to see his Son, perhaps argue against him being thrown into the Cells amongst the villains."
Malrael, rumored to be her lover, tutted, giving her a soft prod,
"You know Miracle Ladrael, he's probably in the middle of some in dept conversation that he couldn't be pried from. He probably doesn't know Xanriel is here."
"Or perhaps he knows his child to be the monster that he has shown himself to be, and has abandoned him to his fate?" Suggested Ladrael, giggling.
Xanriel kept quiet. If he knew his father, he agreed with Xanriel's opinion, that to prove his innocence he must suffer the same treatment of any criminal, and in truth, Exriel deserved no better. Within moments, they were at the Gates of Dusk. Beyond this point, light lost it's essence, it's colour. Beyond the Gates of Dusk, everything was black, white, or grey. He stepped over the border, but as the others followed he turned to Vadarael.
"I won't let Sirenes see this part of Heaven, not yet. It was not meant for mortal eyes, and I'd rather her not have to suffer it, nor to know my fate." He turned, and was allowed to move close enough to Sirenes to give her a final kiss before the other guardians pulled Xanriel behind the gates, closing them. Vadarael gave Sirenes a wary smile,
"He'll be alright, I fought alongside your live as a Sword, he's tough as nails."
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Beyond the Gates of Dusk, Xanriel's bounds were released. His Song would do little for him in the Cells. A second, hidden gate opened, two clouds splitting, leading into an abyss of gray. Inside, were rows upon rows of Cells. Each of them magically darkened beyond the point of sanity. Within the Cells, all your senses were suppressed. You could not hear the beating of your own heart, feel the sweat on your brow, smell the putrid stench of filth from those who have lived in the Cells for years. You could see nothing, and could not even taste your own fear. No angel had ever been sentenced to be held within the Cells, and retained their sanity. Xanriel swallowed fear, and stepped into his Cell.
Done editing. I'd like to stay in the Cell for two to three days before my trial, because I'd like to make a post or two from inside the Cell.
Also, Miracle won't be seen until the middle of Xanriel/Exriel's trial.