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Farland, One of the angels that belonged to the order of fire, also known as a Pheonix Angel, traveled the paths of the Great Hall, or what was considered the great hall. The original hall was on the highest level of heaven, while she was only on the 3rd out of the sevel levels. Unlike the original building, wich was made in stunning silver and white, this replica was made of slightly cream colored walls, wich a burn ornage trimming and firey marbel. The colors suited this building, amde as the headquarters for the order of fire.

The longest feathers of her wings brushed softly against the marbel floor, the simple dusky orange robe billowing about her legs as she made her way the the reception chamber. paired with her brilliant dark orange eyes, that matched the riseing sun, and luxuryus long blond hair, now pulled into a simple top not hed in place by a circelet carved with a pheonix, she looked stunnng. Simple yet elegant, as if she were about to attend a ball. But she was not. She was going to an Execution.

She had not been told the reason for this particular angels execution, simply that she had broken one of the devine laws, and was to be purified by fire. She did not ask questions, she felt no need to, her god knew what needed to be done, and she would fufill the devine command. She turned the corner, the cerimonial robes from the order of fire wisping around her legs as she went through the doors. And looked at the asembely.

There were the other 7 members of the order of fire present, Their leader standing in the dials at the head of the room. his chestnut hair swept back from his face into a tight braid coled around his neck. The others, all dressed similar to Farland, standing in a semi-circle, her place open, around the "criminal". Still silent she joined them, her hands folded infront of her in mimic of the rest of the order. Her eyes widened as she beheld the suppose criminal, but she carefully aranger her face back into a nutral expression.

her hands bound behind her back, painfully streched over her folded wings, a chain around her neck keeping her from running. Was a woman, if she could be called that. She was a relativly young angel, probably only in her 19th year of manifestation, only a child in the eyes on angels. She was lovely, with tightly coiled black hair, pale skin, and vivid dark blue eyes, now wide with terror. But the most supriseing thng about her, was the slightly rounded curve of her belly. All angels had an amazeing metabolizm, and sence they did not eat, only absorbed the energy around them, there was never a "fat' angel to be seen, so this sight was stunning to Farland. Her mind snapped to attention as Hakan, their leaders, coice cracked against their her conciousness.

" We are here today to purdge tihs criminal be Holy Fire. She has broken devine law, has been tainted, and needs to be freed via the flame. " He said, his voice held the thick slime of disgust, and was coldly uncareing. " You have been charged with the crime of Pro-creation, wich is a high crime. Forbidden to angels. Do you have any confession before you are released back to the holy father? " He said, brown eyes burning into her flesh, his stare razor sharp.

" You dont understand! My brother died, i have no one!!! i needed someone to be with to take care of! I -- " The girl stammered, her words tumbeling out of her mouth, pleading and crying, her wings streaching to lift her into the ait and out one of the cathidral styal windows from the domes ceiling, but only sucseeded in streaching her wings, one of the twistingg till there was a sickening pop, followed by a wail of pain, more frantic explanation, and sobbing.

Farland almost spoke up in defence for the poor girl, sence her own brother, the counterpart for every angel that hty manifested with, had also died, and she knew how she felt. But before she let her emotions get the better or her, something that they were taught at a young age to never let happen, Hakan spoke again, his voice with a lack of kindness at all. " The criminal will not confess to her crime. Thet the purification begine. "

And with that the others of the order raised their hands, extended twords the bound girl, Farlands doing the same with only a moments hesitation, and then a torrent of rageing fire spiraled to life around the angel. The crackeling of bones and feathers, skin and hair, acompanied by screams of agony, slowly died away, till there was nothing left but a pile of ash.