The loud noise of hellhounds and chains being swept up on the floor is like sirens to the young Angels normally petite, feathered ears as she’s forced to her knees infront of the throne not far away from from her. Small drops of tears welled in her eyes, it was now visible how glossy it made them.

”M-My Lucifer? Please, I beg, I have done nothing of such sins I’m accused of!” She could only plead, her wings twitching at the changes of climate from her previous home to the dark pits of hell.