A soft, golden light drenched a landscape unlike any that beings had ever known. Colors that no one could name swirled in the air, creating a gentle, interwoven pattern that painted the very fabric of existence with hues of unimaginable beauty. A melody, reminiscent of a harp played by angels, drifted through this luminous space. This was a place where every breath felt like a sigh of contentment, every glance revealed a discovery, and the air hummed with a quiet, sweet glory that spoke of an eternal sense of belonging.
Angels gathered around the court because the higher-ranking angels called a meeting. The Angel of Stars sat on the bench, as she was called to the meeting as an 'Important Asset.' She looked down to watch all the angels sitting there, she had a bad intuition that something was going to go wrong. Her stomach stirred as she clutched her stomach to reduce the aching pain. She looked around her, wings fluttering softly in the gentle breeze. Somebody in the higher ranks spoke up, "Celestia, you are being called upon to the stadium." She stood up and walked down the stairs, and later stood on the podium, her stomach churned. The once friendly looks of the angels turned into harsh, judgmental glares. Her silver hair caressed her cheek as she brushed it off. Someone spoke up, "The traitor dares to stand so confidently in front of her very own people whom she betrayed and not even feel any guilt. She is the traitor!" He exclaimed, his voice screamed in anger and pure hatred when he called her a traitor. His eyes flashed in pure hatred and dislike for her.
She stood dumbfounded and confused. Everyone murmured and whispered about her, making her feel lightheaded. She replied to the statement he delivered, "I am not the traitor! I didn't do anything! I am truly innocent, and I have no idea what he's saying." She says, looking at the higher ranks. Her voice soft but determined. "Then explain this.." He pulls out a knife covered in blood, "You killed the Seraphim! All to just get promoted, it has your fingerprints, and this was under your bed!"
She stood there completely speechless and mute, it wasn't her. She knew it wasn't her, she stood there looking at the knife. The stares of the angels bearing down on her. The higher ranks exclaim, "I never knew you would do this, Celestia, and for this unexplainable unholy act of yours, you must be sent down to the other realm." She stood shocked, "I-it wasn't, I swear-". "No excuses, this is unbelievable! Guards get her!" She sprinted as far as she could take herself, slowly tiring herself out.