The Trip to the Forgotten ~ Spectre

I stormed out of the tavern, and as soon as I was out of the town's sight, I started running, and I didn't look back. I finally stopped, realizing that there was only one place to go in this state.

I created a portal, leading to the cliffside on the north side of Araycien, where the first ever war between the angels and demons took place.

As I exited the portal out on the cliff, careful not to be too close to the edge, I felt a rush of memories go through me. I stumbled, as my head felt like exploding with the images flashing through my head. I didn't realize it, but I was at the edge too soon. I tripped over a crack, and fell off, into the deep blue ocean. I desperately tried to summon my wings, but they didn't come out.

When I realized that I had literally no hope whatsoever, I slowly closed my eyes, and prepared myself for the impact on the water. The last thing I saw, was a red streak coming towards me at an incredible speed.

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Trophonia ran around in a panic-like state, frantically trying to find her one of her best friends and lover. She was filled with hope as she saw them, there on the edge of the cliff. Her hope, however, was soon turned to horror when she saw her best friend, Cortana, slowly cornering her lover on the edge. She found herself unable to move as Cortana ran Lucifer through with her sword in one swift motion. Trophonia let out a pain-filled scream, running towards them, hunting knife in her hand. The sudden noise made Cortana turn around, pulling the sword out of the wound, making Lucifer fall off the edge in the process, tumbling down the side and into the ocean, never to be seen again.

Trophonia felt a hand on her shoulder and around her wrist, keeping her from attacking Cortana. She felt herself fill with rage and hate towards her friend, and she gripped the knife's handle tighter.

Cortana cleaned the blood off of her blade in the damp grass, before sheathing it and taking a step towards her friend.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked her, pride in her voice and posture.

Trophonia was on the verge of breaking, but she managed to keep her face.

"I killed the leader of the Void Army, I just did everyone a huge favor Tropha, don't be ridiculous."

That's when Trophonia's mind snapped, and in one swift moment, she ran her knife into the chest of the soldier who was holding her back.

"Athuriel!" Cortana screeched.

Trophonia pulled out her blade, and wiped it clean on Athuriel's sleeve.

"Why did you do that?! He was innocent!" Cortana shouted at her.

"So was Lucifer, and yet still he was cast out!" Trophonia replied, hate boiling in her eyes.

"Oh I see how this is. You were in love with him, weren't you?" Cortana asked her through her tears.

"Of course I was. How could I not be?" She was closer and closer to tears. Trophonia took a step towards Cortana, her knife ready for the next attack.

"You'll be cast out for this. For being in love with a demon- sorry, not just any demon, but the devil himself, and for killing an angel. Raziel's son no less." Cortana said with a taunting voice, pushing Trophonia into a state of insanity.

"Oh I'm afraid you've got it all wrong Cortana. We were lovers long before he ever became one of the fallen."she replied. "Yes, I may have killed Raziel's son but at least I got my revenge." Trophonia spoke in a low, crazed voice.

"Athuriel didn't kill Lucifer, I did!" Cortana said.

"I'm well aware of that, but Athuriel was yours, was he not? I did what I had to do so you could feel the pain of losing the one you love the most, eh Cortana?" Trophonia said to her, slowly closing in on her, now holding her staff, Joyeuse in her hands.

That's when it happened. The world around them rippled, and the scenery changed. The land and the seaside turned into the courtroom in the City of Angels, and almost every single holy creature had heard Trophonia's confession. Finally, their leader spoke up.

"Trophonia, is this really true?" He asked gently.

"Yes. Yes it is Raziel, and guess what? I would do it again." She replied, emphasis on the later parts of the answer. Raziel looked shocked, confused, and betrayed by her answer, as he had been hoping that it was a lie.

"Then I'm sorry to do this."he raised his hand to the sky. "In the name of the first solar goddess, I hereby deem thee, Trophonia, Commander of Heaven's armies, guilty of the murder of an angel. Do you accept these charges, and live the rest of your eternal life as an outcast, one of the fallen? If you refuse, I'm sorry to say that if you refuse, you'll be sentenced to death."he said sadly, as if he sould regret his decisions later.

"I do. I accept these charges, and have no problem with my oncoming fate."

"Then you may fall, and never be seen in the City of Angels again. But before you go, will you tell me the name of the angel you killed?"

"Athuriel. Your son." She said with regret.

Raziel stared at her, rage flooding through his veins.

"Leave Trophonia. Now. And if you are ever caught by a heavenly, they have my permanent permission to do whatever they please with you." He said, trying his best to hold back from killing her right on the spot.

He snapped his fingers, and floor started phasing into a tunnel out of the city.

"Cortana, take her vision. So she can never fight the same again."

"Yes sir." Cortana smirked, and turned to Trophonia, who was struggling to get the tunnel to open quicker. "You can't run now Tropha, there's nowhere to go." Cortana said with a mocking tone, like you would talk to a child.

She grabbed her jaw, and looked her straight into her crazed eyes as she carefully placed her forefinger on Trophonia's right eye. "Uth caecus" she said, and the older female thrashed around as she felt her vision slowly leave, and the eye begin to bleed. As Cortana went to the other one, Trophonia smiled.

"Wh-why are you smiling?" Cortana asked.

"Well, taking an angel's vision is the greatest humiliation they can get, but if you take the other, you'll fall with me." She let out a crazy laugh. "So what will it be Cortana?"

Cortana growled at her, but let her go, and then kicked her square in the chest, sending her flying through the tunnel.

Trophonia fell through the now nonexistent ground of the city. She silently cursed, but at the same time she felt fulfilled for having gotten her revenge. As she fell, she felt her wings wither, tear and die, but they didn't disappear. They only changed.

Trophonia was now constantly gaining speed, and soon she would hit the ground. She cursed herself for not having more time for protection spells, but she retracted her wings, closed her eyes, and braced herself for the impact.

The angel collided so hard with the tallest mountain of Mizeareigh, the top was blown into a crater. The impact sent shockwaves throughout the island, alerting every single demon inside the barrier, even those who were in the underground prison.

A couple of days later, when the dust and rocks had settled, and the demons gained enough courage to go into the crater, they were met with a shocking sight.

Trophonia lay there, her bronze armor shattered all around her and her sword broken. The staff and her dagger remained intact in their sheaths, seeing as they were weapons of magic, and not weapons of pure bronze.

She was enveloped in a shadow of sorts, and she made no attempts at moving. None of the demons made a move until one of the younger ones, a fighter, stepped forward.

The demon carefully walked over to her, and gently tried to wake her up.

Out of reflex, she grabbed her dagger and nearly sliced his throat open at the sudden intrusion in her coma. He caught her hand by the wrist and turned it away before she could touch him.

She opened her eye fully, and took in the scene. The young man in front of her was sort of special. He was of average height, pale, and had a few scars on his face and arms. His eyes were deep forest green, and she thought 'well that's odd. I've never seen so clear green eyes before.'

She stood up, and that's when she started to focus on her surroundings, staying as alert as she could.

"Where am I? Where did I fall down?" She asked the boy in front of her. Her tone was demanding, and a tiny bit panicked.

"You're on Mizeareigh. The island of the Demon race." He replied, his voice ringing through her head, and if you paid attention, you could catch a glimpse of an accent in it.

"CURSE YOU RAZIEL! Of all the places I could've gone to, I had to land here." She said, the hate boiling in her veins, and the rage in her voice sending some of the demons backing away. She turned to the young demon. "Who are you?" She asked him.

The demon hesitated for a second, and then said, "My name is Leviathan Lesauvage, but most people call me Levi." He answered. Trophonia thought about it for a while.

"Lesauvage? But....that...oh never mind."

"Who are you?" Leviathan asked.

"The name's Spectre, and I'm the Fallen Angel of Lost Souls."

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