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[color=ed1c24][b][u][center][h2]Sometime In The Past[/h2][/center][/u][/b][/color]
Apia stared at the ceiling, her mind cluttered with thoughts of sheer hatred towards herself. She had let herself be captured by Hell, or at least that's what she thought. Why had she let this happen? She could've retreated and avoided this, but she felt the need to take on the fight and try to show her power. Now look at where she's ended up. Tied down to a table in a windowless room. Not even her sweeties could come to her aid now. Maybe whoever was going to come through those doors was just going to kill her and move on? She hoped that's what would happen. Anything would be better than living with her failures right now.

It was rare for Hell to acquire fully and willing allies in arms, having had to resort to less than pleasant means to get people to see their way. But such was not the case today and it was of great interest for King Rufus to oversee a former Angel defecting to Hell. While the notion was not uncommon, it was still a rarity for those uppity souls in Heaven to stoop so low. According to reports, Apia had indeed allowed herself to be captured by a Hell raiding patrol; or at least, it had appeared that way to all involved. In any case, the one who had been summoned to "correct" Apia was staring from the darkness of her little cell, red eyes beaming behind a bone-like mask. Soon enough, Ira slowly moved forward to reveal herself, glancing up and down the bee woman's bound body in silence.

[color=yellow]"... w-what are you... doing...?"[/color] Apia stuttered as she watched the red eyes out of the corner of her eye. She was feeling terror, and it was shown in the sweat rolling down her face. Was she sweating, or was it tears? She didn't know anymore. All she knew was that whoever this was didn't want to see Apia bleed... at least, not yet. Indeed, the malice and bloodlust that usually seethed off Ira's form was reduced to a near-minimal edge of apprehension and irritation. Rufus had told her to be thorough with this one and, truth be told, it had been a while since she had a target that wasn't serving as a cutting board. 

Without answering Apia's question, the Great Demon removed her helmet and placed it to the side, the tool resting on a table somewhere obscured by the darkness. What the Angel saw was a face few beings had the opportunity to witness and Ira made no qualms with getting up and personal, maneuvering herself to the side of Apia's table. [color=red]"Abandoning Heaven is no easy feat little Angel. To what reason do I have for allowing me to open your mind?"[/color] Ira asked, eyes still tracing down the bee's taut body with a pinpoint gaze.

[color=yellow]"... Deva was going to kick me out, anyways... one of my sweeties told me..."[/color] Apia looked to the side as she spoke, a movement of her hand clearly shown, but not completed due to the shackles that bound her. [color=yellow]"D-damn. Can't even cover my own face."[/color] Apia remarked, trying to make the best out of the situation. Her face was only a small smile for a second before disappearing back into a fearful expression. There was no making light of this situation at all. She was face to face with this maskless woman, whom she would likely remember eternally for what was about to unfold.

[color=red]"So that's it then. A deserter that left before the worst could befall her...well, that's alright,"[/color] Ira said, face breaking out into a little smirk now. This time her body did much more than simply watch, a hand reaching out to gently, ever so gently, graze a finger a few inches away from Apia's chest. [color=red]"Rejoice in releasing your desires. Because here in Hell, everything is just one more reason to scream...."[/color] Ira warned, hand still [url=https://public.etherpad-mozilla.org/p/Apia's_Initiation]gliding....[/url]