Procel - a fallen angel who can speak of hidden and secret things.
Male.
Procel is a secretive Belldee, always keeping to himself and staying off to the side. He's rather quiet, refusing to speak to anyone, and seems to always be brooding on his own. He has a sense of self loathing, and because of this, often insults himself. Very regretful, due to his mysterious past, he oftentimes tries to change his ways. Most of the time, while trying to do this, he comes off as insane - Procel has been seen talking to the walls, sometimes screaming at them tearfully to "take them back! Take these damned wings back!"
The one thing that seems to make him happy, however, is children. Young Belldees are, for some reason, drawn to him, and follow him around like lost puppies. Not that he minds this, of course. In fact, Procel likes being around children. He'll sit down and tell stories to them, and oftentimes acts as a second father for them. It seems the reason that he does this is linked to his past. He reinforces into their minds to never talk to strangers, and if he sees a stranger trying to hold a conversation with the little one, will react aggressively and act very protectively. But don't get him wrong - he's not doing this because he hates everyone, or because he's insane. He's doing this because he wants what's best for the children. Most importantly, he doesn't want them to end up like him.
Story (1000 words) wrote:Several years had elapsed since I'd been found on the cold, hard concrete, my wings all but broken. They took me in - treated me as one of their own. But I could never forget what had happened; the reason why I was here in the first place. It all started with the one secret I refused to share. The one that nearly got me killed. The one that got me kicked out of paradise.
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"Procel! Procel, darling, come quickly, now! We'll be late if you don't!"
Mother glanced over to me impatiently, a warm, gentle smile on her face. She chuckled lightly as I - a boy of no more than six - bounded out of my den, racing over to her and giggling wildly. "I'm here, Mother!" I squealed delightedly, barely able to contain my excitement. "May we go now? Please?"
Mother simply laughed and nudged me along, walking at an easy pace. I trotted along a little ways behind her, beaming and flicking my tail slightly in eagerness. Today was the day we got to go to town - a rare treat for commoners like us. Mother spoke quietly to me as I skipped behind her. "Now, now, Procel dear, you must behave while we're out. Remember - if you misbehave and others see..."
"They'll think commoners are lowly, ignorant creatures and will refuse service to them," I said back softly, the message clear in my head. Mother had taught me from a young age that if I were to act like a hooligan in front of those of the higher class, merchants and business owners alike would think of all commoners as idiotic cretins that had no sense of morality, thus refusing to offer their wares to them. It sounds foolish now, but back then, it made perfect sense.
As we trotted along the road, I heard a soft, raspy voice. I turned my head to look back, but saw nothing. Rolling my shoulders back in a shrug and passing the sound off for my overactive imagination, I continued on with Mother. But soon after, I saw a figure dart through the woods that aligned the path to town. I squeaked lightly and looked to Mother, but she walked right along, as if she heard nothing. I gulped - this wasn't normal. This wasn't normal at all.
Soon, we arrived at the town gates. We entered the bustling city, where the scent of bread and other goodies greeted my nostrils. Mother stopped in front of a clothing store and told me to wait outside and behave. I nodded my head in response, and off she went. Gazing around in awe, I soon noticed a dark, shadowy figure outside of town. It appeared to be a male Belldee - strange. He didn't look like any Belldee I'd seen before...
He glanced over to me and gave a gentle, scratchy laugh - one that I recognized immediately. It was the voice I'd heard back on the trail! My own curiosity getting the better of me, I darted after the Belldee, ignoring the stares that everyone was giving me.
I exited the city, glancing around feverishly in search of the male Belldee. Just as I was about to give up hope, I saw him standing there, hiding behind the thickets and trees. A small, coy smile appeared on my face and I hesitantly padded towards him. I saw him freeze, his muscles tensing as if he were about to make a bolt for it. I tried to reassure him calmly - I didn't want this stranger to leave, for some reason...
"It's okay, Mister," I said quickly. "I won't hurt you! ...I don't think I could, even if I tried..."
The Belldee glanced over to me curiously, and, after a moment of staring, stepped towards me. "Who are you, little one?" he asked meekly.
I beamed. "My name is Procel! What's your name, Mister?"
Instead of answering my question, the older male pondered over my reply. "Hmm... Procel..." he glanced over to me once more and finally asked, "Say, are you good at keeping secrets?"
Bewildered at such a strange question, I nodded vigorously. "Uh huh! Mother says it's no good to share something someone else wants to keep secret."
He smiled warmly at me and walked forward slowly. "Would you like to make a little deal, then? If you say yes, though, you must keep between us, young Procel..."
I grinned widely and, practically bouncing with excitement, said, "Yes! Yes, that sounds fun!"
The male chuckled at my eagerness and said quietly, "Alright, alright... Before we begin, have you ever wanted to fly?"
I squealed with enthusiasm, beaming. "That sounds like a lot of fun! Could I, Mister? Could I?"
He laughed heartily and nodded. "One more question, son: would you like it if you and your mother could live like royalty?"
I gasped. This had been the one thing I wanted most, ever since I'd first figured out the concept of commoners and nobility. "Yes!" I squeaked happily, hopping up and down. "I'd really like that, Mister!"
He grinned once more and motioned for me to come forward. "Well, son, if you really want those things that badly, all you have to do is get your mother from the store, and I'll take care of the rest..."
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I did as he told me to, like a good little boy. Mother was confused, and I was excited. I didn't know of the male's wicked plans. I did as he told me to, and before I knew it, we were splayed across the concrete, the carriage screeching to a halt to check on us.
Mother and I awoke in a white, white room. I don't really remember much after that - all I know is that someone asked me what the man offered. Fearing he would get in trouble, I said nothing. After that, I was separated from Mother, and pushed into this hell, my wings useless.
I got what I wanted, but at the expense of my happiness.
May add art if I have time.
