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[Slight Warning, This piece could be put across as Anti-Christ, if you offended, I take no responsibility, you read it, I only wrote it for entertainment purposes, For everyone else, Enjoy.]

"Shoot her" the voice filled the head of Shorocco, a voice so heavy it could sink ships, causing him to close his eyes in pain.
"I cannot kill her, she..." Shorocco held his head, dropping the pistol to the floor which rang out in the room. He opened his eyes and took in this scene before him. The room lined with Angel's wall to wall. Staring at him, watching him, judging them with secret knowledge of his aching shame. The women in front of him, the mortal women. Bound in chains, staring up at Shorocco. Smiling with her mouth, but her eyes, her beautiful red eyes, they showed the sorrow. And Shorocco looked up, at the last figure. The tallest man sitting in a chair opposite him, his face enshadowed by the candlelight.

"You must kill this daemonic being, for she shall surely corrupt us all!" that figure spoke so quietly, but it rang out and dug into the head. That voice as heavy as lead. That voice of life and death. The voice of god.
"He's right, shoot me, go on, if it will save you" Ciana looked up and attempted her smile again, but Shorocco moved towards her more, trying to reach up, but the chains on his wings to the wall kept him back.
"I will not shoot her" tears began to trickle down Shorocco's cheeks which caused Ciana to look to the floor in her own shame.
God stood up on the chair, causing a whisper to move around the lines of angels but they were silenced by the raising of his hand.

"You brought this upon yourself young Shorocco, you brought this heathen whore to our sacred haven and you must face your judgement." God's face still managed to be hidden in the light as he spoke the words, ringing out around the hall, "Now pick up the weapon and shoot, shoot in the name of your lord!"
Shorocco looked up, tears dripping from his face, he stared up at god.
"You talk to us about heathens and to face our judgement, but you stand here now, with your face covered in shadow!" Shorocco started to shout out, "You're as much of a coward as us all, you hide in the background and command us to your will, you have no power, you have nothing!" He began to go on, but screamed out in pain, a bright light emitted from his eyes and mouth as he screamed as if it burnt his insides.
"You dare say such things, the time for words is over, young Shorocco, now do as I say, pick up the weapon and shoot!"
The light died down and Shorocco fell to his knees, his head facing down, dark hair covering his face.
"The only reason..." Shorocco gasped for breath, "...that you wish for no more words...is because..." He looked up, a gleam of fire in his eyes, "...Because you know I am right!"
Shorocco pulled againest the chains holding his wings back, he pulled on those chains as God looked down on him. More flashes of bright light emitting from him eyes and mouth, but Shorocco, screaming in pain, moved on. Ciana was crying now, she couldn't bare to look up at what she had caused, not now, not ever. But Shorocco kept going. He walked forward even when he heard that sound. The sound no angel ever wants to hear. The sound of his wings ripping from his back.

He fell forwards towards Ciana and embraced her, protecting her. He looked up at God, fire in his eyes, not the holy fire anymore, but the fire of himself.
"You abandon your wings for this demon?!" God roared out, the words making the wind blow hard almost as a gale.
"I would abandon everything for this demon, for I love her." Ciana looked up, about to say something to Shorocco, but he put a finger to her lips and smiled at her. A pure smile.
"Then, you shall be punished, I will send you to a prison where you both shall live, and make your families, but know nothing of this place," God began to move, a vortex appearing at his hands. "You will be banished to this prison, and I will dub you new names, and you will lose your immortality, Young Shorocco, this is your punishment, do you accept your judgement or will you change your mind and come back to us?!"
The gleam died in Shorocco's eyes and he hung his head. The tears had stopped and his broken soul appeared in his face.
Go againest his corrupt master, for the heathen demon he loved.
Shorocco stood up, turned around and picked up the gun. He said nothing. Not a word. He merely cocked the gun forward, towards Ciana before he spoke again.
"I am sorry, so so sorry"

The gun moved quickly with Shorocco's arm and a loud crack echoed across the walls and the gun was smashed againest them. He threw the remains of the weapon at God, who did nothing but raise a hand and the remains turned to dust in the air.

"Then I send you both to a prison, a prison I will call Gaia, Terra, Earth" God moved back into his chair, the vortex closing into Shorocco and Ciana, "And I dub you two both, Adam and Eve, now go, before I turn you to dust."
"Why do you show us this mercy, lord?" Shorroc, now Adam, looked up, past the vortex into God's shadowed face.
"Mercy? Adam, this is not mercy, you will live in pain, you will have sin and disease, famine and hate will cloud your minds as war and sruvival become your life, and then you will die, and just so you can repeat it again and again, this is a fate worse than death."
The candlelights flashed blue. And all dissapeared bar a few feathers, scattered around the floor.

Description
[Slight Warning, This piece could be put across as Anti-Christ, if you offended, I take no responsibility, you read it, I only wrote it for entertainment purposes, For everyone else, Enjoy.]

"Shoot her" the voice filled the head of Shorocco, a voice so heavy it could sink ships, causing him to close his eyes in pain.
"I cannot kill her, she..." Shorocco held his head, dropping the pistol to the floor which rang out in the room. He opened his eyes and took in this scene before him. The room lined with Angel's wall to wall. Staring at him, watching him, judging them with secret knowledge of his aching shame. The women in front of him, the mortal women. Bound in chains, staring up at Shorocco. Smiling with her mouth, but her eyes, her beautiful red eyes, they showed the sorrow. And Shorocco looked up, at the last figure. The tallest man sitting in a chair opposite him, his face enshadowed by the candlelight.

"You must kill this daemonic being, for she shall surely corrupt us all!" that figure spoke so quietly, but it rang out and dug into the head. That voice as heavy as lead. That voice of life and death. The voice of god.
"He's right, shoot me, go on, if it will save you" Ciana looked up and attempted her smile again, but Shorocco moved towards her more, trying to reach up, but the chains on his wings to the wall kept him back.
"I will not shoot her" tears began to trickle down Shorocco's cheeks which caused Ciana to look to the floor in her own shame.
God stood up on the chair, causing a whisper to move around the lines of angels but they were silenced by the raising of his hand.

"You brought this upon yourself young Shorocco, you brought this heathen whore to our sacred haven and you must face your judgement." God's face still managed to be hidden in the light as he spoke the words, ringing out around the hall, "Now pick up the weapon and shoot, shoot in the name of your lord!"
Shorocco looked up, tears dripping from his face, he stared up at god.
"You talk to us about heathens and to face our judgement, but you stand here now, with your face covered in shadow!" Shorocco started to shout out, "You're as much of a coward as us all, you hide in the background and command us to your will, you have no power, you have nothing!" He began to go on, but screamed out in pain, a bright light emitted from his eyes and mouth as he screamed as if it burnt his insides.
"You dare say such things, the time for words is over, young Shorocco, now do as I say, pick up the weapon and shoot!"
The light died down and Shorocco fell to his knees, his head facing down, dark hair covering his face.
"The only reason..." Shorocco gasped for breath, "...that you wish for no more words...is because..." He looked up, a gleam of fire in his eyes, "...Because you know I am right!"
Shorocco pulled againest the chains holding his wings back, he pulled on those chains as God looked down on him. More flashes of bright light emitting from him eyes and mouth, but Shorocco, screaming in pain, moved on. Ciana was crying now, she couldn't bare to look up at what she had caused, not now, not ever. But Shorocco kept going. He walked forward even when he heard that sound. The sound no angel ever wants to hear. The sound of his wings ripping from his back.

He fell forwards towards Ciana and embraced her, protecting her. He looked up at God, fire in his eyes, not the holy fire anymore, but the fire of himself.
"You abandon your wings for this demon?!" God roared out, the words making the wind blow hard almost as a gale.
"I would abandon everything for this demon, for I love her." Ciana looked up, about to say something to Shorocco, but he put a finger to her lips and smiled at her. A pure smile.
"Then, you shall be punished, I will send you to a prison where you both shall live, and make your families, but know nothing of this place," God began to move, a vortex appearing at his hands. "You will be banished to this prison, and I will dub you new names, and you will lose your immortality, Young Shorocco, this is your punishment, do you accept your judgement or will you change your mind and come back to us?!"
The gleam died in Shorocco's eyes and he hung his head. The tears had stopped and his broken soul appeared in his face.
Go againest his corrupt master, for the heathen demon he loved.
Shorocco stood up, turned around and picked up the gun. He said nothing. Not a word. He merely cocked the gun forward, towards Ciana before he spoke again.
"I am sorry, so so sorry"

The gun moved quickly with Shorocco's arm and a loud crack echoed across the walls and the gun was smashed againest them. He threw the remains of the weapon at God, who did nothing but raise a hand and the remains turned to dust in the air.

"Then I send you both to a prison, a prison I will call Gaia, Terra, Earth" God moved back into his chair, the vortex closing into Shorocco and Ciana, "And I dub you two both, Adam and Eve, now go, before I turn you to dust."
"Why do you show us this mercy, lord?" Shorroc, now Adam, looked up, past the vortex into God's shadowed face.
"Mercy? Adam, this is not mercy, you will live in pain, you will have sin and disease, famine and hate will cloud your minds as war and sruvival become your life, and then you will die, and just so you can repeat it again and again, this is a fate worse than death."
The candlelights flashed blue. And all dissapeared bar a few feathers, scattered around the floor.