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DESCRIPTION:

In which Elizaveta removes an angel's wings. Surprisingly, this is not Gabriel. Originally it was going to be, but I decided he didn't quite fit. And besides, I don't think Elizaveta would really be able to kill him, no matter how angry or prepared she was.

WARNINGS:

Torture, blood, discussions of death & old age

CONTENTS:

"Free me! You are defying the will of God!"

"Stop. Talking. How hard is it to shut your damn mouth?"

"I will not yield to a heretic. Let me g-"

"You know what? From here on out, for every word that you say, I'll pluck a feather from your wings."

"..."

"Finally. Good lord, I thought you'd never shut up. Now, as I was saying-"

"The council will have your head for this.

"How many words is that, 8? And I'll double it for interrupting me, so that's 16 feathers off those eye-bleeding wings of yours."

"..."

"Let me tell you something, angel. I'm 62 years old. Yes, I could keep going for a little while. I would at least like to survive until our tree sprouts. Even so...

Death isn't much of a deterrent for me. Especially not since my beloved Alana died. I've done almost everything I wanted to do.

Now, I do understand that your council can have me tortured. For eternity, I suppose. But there is no punishment they could give me... that would stop me from doing this.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

"23 feathers now. But I suspect I'll lose track soon, so let's just say it's all of them."

"No- Wait, no, get away from me- STOP!"

Screams echoed through the crumbling house. Blinded by holy blood, Elizaveta reached for her hacksaw...

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