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[Well, this was new. Dean had grown used to the comings and goings of demons, and the arrival of new humans, but he’d never really seen too many powerful beings come into Hell. As far as Dean could remember, angels had only been in Hell once. Alistair and Lilith rarely, if ever, left, which meant Dean really only saw regular-ish demons and damned souls.]

“Can I help you?”

Nightwish sentence pack [x]

                                            Her wings were trembling                    her voice sealed by the sigils painted upon her throat                                               && she was terrified                                   but she refused to allow it to show.                               She attempted to hide her fear that is,                   t’was not entirely possible to hide how her feathers quivered                              how her eyes were wide && gaze vulnerable.

         She had never before been this scared                    fright clinging tightly to her very grace                              voice desperately wanting to be heard but being contained                                        by the curse-d blood on her throat.                                                  She was near defenseless                                                            && no one in Heaven knew where she was,                                                               how was she to survive what horrors awaited her?

                                                           It was a miracle she had survived thus far.                                                    When the Siren’s song had caught her,                    when her thoughts silenced && her body refused to move          she could only desperately pray someone would save her-                              she was aware of her situation                                        however was not powerful to overpower the siren.

         Soon after she had first been immobilized the demons came,                    leering && grinning as they danced around her,                               gloating over the horrible things they would do to her.

                                       Their touch is what allowed her to move at last,                                                  her wings thrashed,                                                            her limbs flailed recklessly && her song                                                  her song                                                            only moments after her voice sang out                    (desperate && intentionally painful for demons to hear)                                                                      her captors knew what she was-                     her voice was silenced && she was silently dragged to Hell.

         She had never thought she’d meet the famed ‘Boy King’,               he who was destined to be Lucifer’s vessel.                     In truth she was scared by the thought of ever meeting him,                                     her memories of Lucifer were p u r e,                                                     innocent,     seeing the King of Hell, being forced to realize                    that Lucifer was called The Devil for a reason                              it hurt more than she had expected it would. 

                                                     “….”

Her lips parted, mouth forming words-          but of course no sound came forth.                    She could not sing, nor speak no make any sound                              if he wanted her to say anything he would need to free her.                                        She did not understand why she was silenced                                                  not now that she was in Hell,                                                            her wings ached; feathers were ruffled                              (if she was lucky nothing had sprained nor broken                    as they literally pulled her to Hell)          she was not trained with her angel blade…

         Her Voice was her only true weapon                     && she was in the middle of the pit;                              she did not know where to go                    who knew what terrors lurked within these damned halls?                              She was safer staying where she was,                                             she would not run                                              she would not fight                              she didn’t want to die or be tortured.