The Eight Deadly Sin

The courtroom was cold. It held a chill in the air even with the warmth of the torches on the walls. The marble would not let the cold go, it held it like a vice and spread it through the room, the marble pillars and tall arches were as white as the clouds painted on the ceiling. Everything was white, and everything was cold. A hushed whisper was moving around the room, through the men and women with wings whiter than even the clouds. They came with a feeling of victory and of power, but as time moved on the cold infected them with fear and trepidation. Even with the many guards standing around they still felt the fear thick in the room. Their wings rustled and the cold air became icy, an evil was moving closer, a thing to be feared. It was close. The whisper become quieter and quieter as instincts told them to flee, only the knowledge that the evil was coming in chains held them in their seats. When the grand doors at the back of the room finally opened to reveal the prison the room was so quiet the creaking of the old doors sounded like screaming.

A small frail frame hidden by a gray ragged coat slowly stumbled into the room being led by two strong men, their bare chest showing the strain of having to hold the being up, even though she was small. They both had two sets of large wings, one set spread to the side and the other folded to reach a foot over their heads. The mark on their chest showed them to be archangels. The strongest and most trusted of the warriors, but still there was fear in their eyes. In each of the men’s free hands they held swords always pointed at the girl in the gray coat, it still held a few places that were white but it had seen too much to hold any of its old splendors. The farther into the room they dragged the girl the colder and darker the room seemed to be. The white walls became grey, and the torches held almost no light even though the flames were just as bright. When they finally reached the front of the room and let her drop to the ground the room had many shadows, looking on as if to waiting to see her die. The girl did not rise off the floor, but merely remained kneeling; you could see her feet had small cuts all over, as though they were wiped, there were small streaks of red across the back of the gray cloak as well. The beings in the room held no pity for the girl.

“Prisoner 008 stand for your trial” the booming voice of the tallest guard made many jump. He had many scars all over his body, the simple tunicthat covered from his waste to hisknees his almost none of them; they showed years of training and fighting and many battles. His strong jaw wasclenched andlong dark hairdid not hide his pale gray eyes, eyes that had not yet left the face of his prisoner. Even now as he looked at her his eyes showed nothing but disgust and a little bit of fear.

When she continued to not rise off the floor his companion and other guard tightened the hold on his blade handle and his smallest set of wings rustled in agitation. The slightly shorter man had a few scars of his own; they were common among those that hunted the sinful. His dark skin shown in the torch light, you could see he was holding back, his muscles clenched and unclenched many times while they waited for her to stand. After only a few more seconds of her not moving the shorter man closed his brown eyes for a moment then reached out and ripped her coat off. When he did dirty blonde hair and a face marked by bruises was revealed. Her eyes were closed and her breathing even, a small smile graced her lips. Slowly she stood on shaky legs, her breathing never changed.

Seeming satisfied the shorter guard reached for the chains attached to her wrists and ankles. “Zachariel” dark eyes turned slowly to grey ones. “Those would be useless, just leave it.” With great reluctance he let them drop back down and took a step away from the girl. That got a rise of many in the room; the chains were made for this, for making evil unable to move, how they could be useless on someone so filled with evil no one understood. The comfort they had felt in thinking they were safe while she was chained fled the room faster than the warm. Many younger angels could not take it and flew out of the room, panic was slowly growing, but with one glance at the archangels everything started to quiet down again.

"All rise. The Court of the High Order is now in session, the Honorable judge and archangel Jeremiel presiding" the sound of shoes hitting the floor as everyone stood did nothing to break the spell his voice put on the room “I ,Aaronieth, archangel of the Lord and deliverer of evil unto judgment present (have not named main character yet) prisoner 008, murder of angel and demon alike, container of a broken soul, torturer of the dammed, the demon with two eyes, the angel with demon horns, the whisper of night, and the princess “ Aaronieth paused and took a breath, finishing the last name through clenched teeth” princess and future queen of the Underworld.” Whispers broke out again, not many had known about this final title, gossip started to spread across the room as many tried to figure out how this could be. With just a look from Aaronieth the room went quiet again. All eyes turned off of the girl on the floor to the man sitting atop the judge’s box. His hands shook as he wrote on a piece of paper, his eyes were as white as his wings and his skin was so thin that the veins could be seen underneath. When he finally spoke his voice was like a whisper but the power it held was not mistaken, nor was the fact that it shook.

"You, (really need to find a name, any ideas?), are charged with crimes against The Balance, against The Underworld, and against The High Order. Against the balance you have repeatedly slain messengers and warrior from both sides, tipping the scales in ways that goes against the treaty. Against The Underworld you have committed the act of murder against many of your brethren and attempted an assassination against thequeen, you possessed humans without their consent and you entered many homes without given previous invitation. Against The High Order you committed all of the seven deadly sins that in the first degree sentence you straight to the underworlds dungeon, of the sin you committed wrath in the first degree, envy in the first degree, lust in the second degree, greed in the second degree, pride in the second degree, sloth in the fifth degree, and gluttony in the seventh degree. Before I ask how you plead, I have been requested to ask if there is anything else you would like to add to your previous confessions. "

The woman straighten her back, even with her weakened appearance she still looked strong, stronger than the thin man with shaking hands. Slowly she opened her eyes and all the light in the room vanished, the torches still burned but their flames became black, the shadows seemed to attack all the light in the room. Panic broke out, many fled the room in fear, and all the guards in the room drew their swords and faced her, when the mayhem died down it was only her, the guards and Jeremiel still in the room. While in all the room all the light fled and darkness became all there was, she seemed to glow. It wasn’t like the guards and archangels, they shined bright with the power they held, no darkness could ever over take them. She didn’t shine, she seemed to give off just enough light that you could see her in the darkness but she was also consumed by it. Her eyes were the brightest, they drained all the hope and bravery you held onto. They seemed like normal blue eyes, till they flashed with hate and you saw the demon within, her eyes became red. A deep dark blood color that seemed to stain her soul.

The smirk still firmly planted on her face, the light slowly returned to the room and the guards lowered their swords with a signal from Aaronieth. She looked the judge dead in the face. “Yes” the first word she had spoken in a long time, it dripped with sweetness and innocence that the guards cringed. With her blonde hair and thin frame, her eyes back to blue, she seemed like a broken girl, but they were not fooled, they could still feel the evil that consumed her. “I wish to plead guiltily to the eighth deadly sin, Love”