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Midnight's Rainbow
Prologue
My anguished screams buffeted the walls of the great hall as I strained against the heavy black iron that bound me to the altar. The biting burning smell of seared flesh in the iron rings was barely a distraction compared to the absolute devastation that traveled along my back. I writhed from the horrific pain as my right wing was brutally hacked and chopped away. The chains clanked from my struggles. I watched in horror as my bloodied feathered wing fell to the golden floor like so much dead meat.
"Mother, please!" I begged through stinging hot tears and blurred eyes. My vision cleared enough to see her bury her sobs in my father's chest.
My father, the king, had announced my solemn punishment promptly. My brother Lucif had made it his business to see he wasn't alone in his misery. It had been many millennia since this punishment had been given, and now, I was the victim of my father's wrath.
The Slegna were quick with their duties as they rounded the altar and pushed me against the cold granite. They made short work of my remaining wing as they continued their vicious work. My screams shattered the silence.
"Witness your wrath father!" I howled as I watched him divert his eyes to the floor.
I felt the loss of weight as my left wing fell. It was done to me as it had been to my younger brother Lucif. He had interfered with Moses as much as I had with Kalob. I would be exiled to the human world to live out eternity until my father thought better of it.
I watched as my mother pulled from his embrace and stepped away. She moved down the golden steps toward me.
"It is forbidden!" my father's voice echoed with a thunderous roar.
For the first time, I watched her defy him. She healed my wounds with a wave of her hand and I felt the weight of the irons leave me. She turned to face the man I called my father.
"You forget your place!" The violence and strength of her words shook the hall like a tremor in reality. Age old dust fell from the ceiling of the structure to the floor.
"As you have cursed them, I now curse you. You will remain as frozen as your heart," Her words were absolute.
"You will receive my forgiveness, when you have given them yours! The worlds are now truly forgotten."
I watched as a crystal formed around my father's feet. It surged around and up his legs as if swallowing him. The crystal moved with purpose and soon encased him completely. His expression of rage and surprise was distorted behind the bends of the octagonal facets.
"Would you go to him Asher?" My mother turned and lay her hand on my shoulder.
"Yes." My voice was weak and she bent to hear my words.
"So be it." I felt the butterfly touch of her lips against my forehead.
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