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The thin mattress hurts their wings, but they stayed down for as long as they could before the Celestias forced them up, telling them to go to the training field. The Celestias may have lost all hope in them, but the Celunar forced all angels to train so any were ready for any future wars
Astra sluggishly replaced their robes with their training armor, not taking any time to preen or look presentable. Damn what they think about me
As they leave the changing area, they watch as the other angels find their spots on the field, all facing training dummies.
Training went as it normally went, Astra wasn't trying as usual, and the Celestias sighed just as much as they watched them barely even attempting.
"Cadets. You are free to go change. Cadet [ASTRA], stay behind." Xey announce, Eyes open and staring directly at Astra.
Once all the other angels leave, it's just Astra and the Celestia, a staring challenge starting even as xeir Eyes stare through their soul (?)
"You've been slacking."
"so what?"
The Celestia takes a step closer. Astra, a step back.
"You know we do not approve of this behavior. fix it."
A step.
"This is just who I am. Are we afraid of a little individualism?"
A step. The Celestia is angry. Xeir posture is stiff, wings held tight to xeir back.
"We do not care for 'Individualism', you are an Angel and Angels are here to do their job. You have no right to try and deny what you are." Xeir tone is cold, the words cutting through their facade. Xey take a step forward, Astra steps back. it's a dance, one a tad too delicate for Astra to be in, stumbling around. A trip turns into a dip, xey hold them lower and lower until—
Their back hits a wall, pain surging through their wings.
"You, foolish girl, are to fight for your species. so fight." Xey lean down, face level with theirs.
"you.. fu.. fuck you." they stumble. the final step that plunged them below the thin ice.
they fall as the Celestia slapped them, pain blooming from their cheek.
"Do Not Speak To The Celestias That Way, Fell."
Fell? Shit. They turn to look at their wings, the feathers getting a dark purple hue. panic sets into their features as they turn up to the figure above them.
The sun behind xem forms a halo when they look up.
"Go to your room. I will inform the Celunar of your.. 'developments'." xey turn, leaving in a blink.
The room was cold, colder than usual as the realization settled in.
fuck. my wings!
Their wings had tinted darker, harder to see in the dark room.
"[ASTRA]."
shit. Looking up, the Celunar greeted them, gold and red covering their every part of clothes—or, what's akin to clothes for the angels
"You've Fallen."
She walks around, wing brushing their body as she circles.
"Answer, Darling." Those words startles them into speaking
"Yes, Your Mighty."
"Good. Are you sorry?"
".." they hesitate for a beat too long. Hands roughly grabbed their face, claws threatening to pierce.
"Are You Not Sorry? You Don't Feel Any Remorse? You Are Not Fit To Be An Angel." She growls, voice echoing.
"fuck no."