[Angel should have been grateful that there were no cameras in Eleseer. She had managed to track the audio feeds of her father and Athena, heard what followed, but seeing it on her screens? That would have been too much.
What happened in the Vault changed him. Changed them both. It didn't take long for him to ascend the final rungs of the corporate ladder after that. Tassiter was found not long after, strangled to death. Officials would say they had no idea what happened. The only one who would hear would be the Guardian Angel, who would be unable to do anything.
She had known that her path to freedom would be one caked in blood, telling herself it would only ever be the deserving. Tassiter had been easy enough to make excuses for, but more and more bodies piled up. And the excuses? Trivial at best.
Freedom never came. Instead, she was transferred to the surface of Pandora, the new Control Core Angel. Everything else continued on as normal -- making friends with the locals and using them. It wasn't long until she was asked to befriend the Vault Hunters once more. Through her, the shields were lowered around New Haven. She convinced those in charge that there was no threat.
She made one mistake in the assault on New Haven. In the process, Lilith was killed. Her father screamed for hours about his plans, all of which hinged on the other siren, and her ability to "charge the vault key."
And then his gaze fell on Angel.
She felt only a prick of pain as an IV was inserted into her arm. A sickening purple liquid entered her blood stream. Her tattoos burned against her skin -- a promise of the power that her father so desperately craved. He told her it was only temporary, but Angel knew what eridium did to those who used it.
The dream ended with the feeling of cold metal. Her father had designed something for Lilith -- a collar that would keep her in check. With the fiery-haired siren dead, the gift instead fell to Angel. And as it clicked into place around her neck --
Angel woke not with a scream, but a whimper. She sat up, doing her best not to disturb Rhys beside her but knowing that she probably failed. Nevertheless, she slid from her bed and down to the ground, where her head came to rest against her knees. The movement reminded her of the metal against her neck, sending a wave of panic through her. She reached up to where it rested, clawed frantically until she found the clasp, and then tossed the biting band as hard as she could across the room. It connected with a sharp twang, before clattering to the ground.
CW: needles, closed to Rhys
What happened in the Vault changed him. Changed them both. It didn't take long for him to ascend the final rungs of the corporate ladder after that. Tassiter was found not long after, strangled to death. Officials would say they had no idea what happened. The only one who would hear would be the Guardian Angel, who would be unable to do anything.
She had known that her path to freedom would be one caked in blood, telling herself it would only ever be the deserving. Tassiter had been easy enough to make excuses for, but more and more bodies piled up. And the excuses? Trivial at best.
Freedom never came. Instead, she was transferred to the surface of Pandora, the new Control Core Angel. Everything else continued on as normal -- making friends with the locals and using them. It wasn't long until she was asked to befriend the Vault Hunters once more. Through her, the shields were lowered around New Haven. She convinced those in charge that there was no threat.
She made one mistake in the assault on New Haven. In the process, Lilith was killed. Her father screamed for hours about his plans, all of which hinged on the other siren, and her ability to "charge the vault key."
And then his gaze fell on Angel.
She felt only a prick of pain as an IV was inserted into her arm. A sickening purple liquid entered her blood stream. Her tattoos burned against her skin -- a promise of the power that her father so desperately craved. He told her it was only temporary, but Angel knew what eridium did to those who used it.
The dream ended with the feeling of cold metal. Her father had designed something for Lilith -- a collar that would keep her in check. With the fiery-haired siren dead, the gift instead fell to Angel. And as it clicked into place around her neck --
Angel woke not with a scream, but a whimper. She sat up, doing her best not to disturb Rhys beside her but knowing that she probably failed. Nevertheless, she slid from her bed and down to the ground, where her head came to rest against her knees. The movement reminded her of the metal against her neck, sending a wave of panic through her. She reached up to where it rested, clawed frantically until she found the clasp, and then tossed the biting band as hard as she could across the room. It connected with a sharp twang, before clattering to the ground.
The sobs flowed freely afterward.]