"Welcome to Hell, little saint." (This is for bk!sam btw... *doesn't have a fully existing blog, sends u stuff anyway*)
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.
She would be a good prisoner, they needn’t fear her being a hassle Now if only she had her voice so she could tell them so herself instead of settling for making herself appear as small as possible && watching the King with fearful gaze.
