The Hellcast and the Fallen pt1

     No matter if it was night or day, the screams never ended. There was no option to be alone with ones thoughts as the damned begged for mercy. Too little, too late.
     Even with the pillow jammed over her head, Felial could hear them. How had it come to this? she wondered on those sleepless nights. No answers could ever be found.
     Sighing, she peeled the pillow away from her head, and sat up slowly. Phantom feelings in her back stretched out, as if free from being bound. Then, those nerves shrieked in pain as the lack of her wings was remembered. That never ended either, merely dulled before returning full force.
     The Spire wasn't a pleasant place, but far preferable to the rest of Hell. it was a towering, skinny conglomeration of sharp metal, dead wood, and glass shards. The mid levels were all of the dormitories, all housing the staff, the only ones who had freedom in Hell besides the nobility.
     Her dorm room was a silvery gray, and impeccably clean. Felial was no neat freak, but had no possession save for her clothes. Hell was not her home. Nor was Heaven. She hadn't been on earth long enough to have feelings about it. On the nights when the screams kept her awake, she pondered what things might have been like had she stayed on earth.
     She shook her head. Those thoughts would get nothing.
     Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she nimbly gained her feet, but only shuffled to her door. Even after slipping from her room and shutting the door, the screams emanated in muffled tones. A sigh of relief escaped her. Better than nothing.
     Unlike the rooms, the hallways of the dormitories were all stark white, plain. Each door was identical, the same shade of pain. It was a workable situation as all of the staff were hellcast angels or fallen. Their memories were nearly perfect, remembering their rooms was no trouble. As long as no lesser demon rose to staff, it would work.
     In her turquoise scrubs, Felial felt distinctly apart from the cold surrounding her. She strode quickly down the hall, turning down carious corridors -right, left, left, right, left- then it was a straight show down the hall until she reached Vitus' door. She rapped her knuckles on it twice, rapidly.
     There was the sound of rustling and a clattering bang before the door opened, revealing a rather disoriented Vitus.
     While Felial was fallen, Vitus was hellcast - an original supporter of the initial revolt. The two had formed a strange friendship, a mutual knship based on their personal logic and curious natures. Thus far, the two were normally paired for security work, a pair of bodyguards who complemented one another nicely.
     "Fel! I didn't expect to see anyone this late," he said, brushing a hand through his shaggy blonde hair as though embarrassed. "What's going on?"
     "Can't sleep," Felial replied, shrugging her slim shoulders.
     "Well, that's no good! Come inside, come inside." Vitus pulled back from the door and beckoned Felial closer. She slipped inside of his room, paying no mind to the general mess of the place.