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“No! You can’t do this to me!” San was screeching, voice cracking in fear as he was hauled through the towering white halls of the heavenly palace. Bare feet dragged painfully across the marble as he fought against his brother's bruising hands that encircled strong pale arms. Desperation clogged up his throat as he tried to breathe, trying to profess himself as a victim of deception. But it fell on deaf ears.
Crying out, San was pleading with the archangel that was leading them. Arms twisting in the other angels' grasp, long legs kicking out and wide snow-white wings fluttered uselessly behind him. The fight was pointless.
San knew the fate that would become him.
Bursting through large white oak doors, San was thrown unsympathetically to the marble flooring. There the crying angel lay, head bowed and body shaking. On display for humiliation in the centre of the amphitheatre, his sentencing and imminent exile a show for the masses that he once called brothers and sisters. All of whom now watched him weep in despair in indifference.
“San, you are accused and found guilty of falling to Carnal desires as well as dishonouring your angelic post.” The voice of the archangel was bellowing, echoing around the vast marble and stone room. San could only sob, his body still quaking and mind racing as he shakily rose to his hands and knees. Weak fingers turn white as they try to grasp at the floor, looking for a way to ground himself. To find some strength as he desperately attempts to calm his uncontrollable body tremors of fear.
“I am only guilty of falling in love” The angel's voice was like silk, even when he choked on the tears that he wished weren’t streaming down smooth skin. A show of weakness when he needed to stay unyielding in the judging eyes of his peers. There was a guffaw from the being leading this sick show, an ugly shout of shocked delight that was unbecoming of an archangel.
Disgust twisted in Sans's stomach at it all.
“Love? The demon you fornicated with does not know love.” The archangel's tone was mocking now. Spitting the words at him as if they had personally offended him. Briefly San realised that they probably did offend the archangel. One of his own had fallen for their archenemy going as far as to claim love was to blame. A feeling the angels were taught demons weren’t capable of having, a feeling they believed demons unworthy of. Around him, San listened to the gasps of horror… not for his confession of love but for the reveal that it had been a demon that he had fallen for. The kind he had been trained to hate with every fibre of his being, and he had loved one instead. It was like the beginning of a cruel joke to angels.
San sat silently on his knees now, arms wrapped around himself. As if his embrace would protect him from the cold hands of defeat that had already seeped into his bones. Or maybe it was to simply hold himself together while everything else fell apart around him. It was such a human gesture. One of complete fear and sadness.
“You have defiled your body, a body of God's creation, and given in to sins of the flesh. You San, once champion Warrior of the heavenly palace, are to be stripped of your title and shall be cast down to the mortal plains where you will live in shame for eternity.”
San then understood, under the distaste-filled eyes of his once family, that this wasn’t a fight he could have ever won. His pleading was ignored, his apologies and hail Marys brushed off. He had already lost as soon as his closest brother spilt his secret to the archangels. All hope of him staying in the heavenly realm was stripped away with a simple act of betrayal.
There was noise around him, the sounds of clapping hands… applause for his banishment. Calls for approval of the sentencing that would remove the tainted one from their pristine palace. Rough hands were then dragging him from the floor, bare feet stumbling before he could find his footing. San could feel nothing at first, numb to everything. Then rage simmered in his blood, licking at his mind as he heard the sardonic jeers of the angels surrounding him. “Demon whore” “tainted scum” and “fallen champion” all make him realize that anyone can turn on him. Anyone can hurt anyone, no matter if they fought with them, cried with them, or lived with them.
“Come. It is time.” Stillness fell over the marble room once again as the archangel moved past San, gliding in all his glory to the gate that would lead them to the mortal realm. San could only bow his head again, tears flooding his eyes as he was heaved along to follow. One drop silently fell as there was a strong woosh of air, taking him from his home to the realm where he would be left… abandoned for the rest of eternity.