Jeera stands before the Council of Elders, who are on their glorious dais of pure silverstone, grimacing in pain as the holy shackles wrapped around her wrists scald her essence and restrain her to the world.
"I have done nothing wrong. I only did what I was commanded to do. And now I am being punished for it? I ask you, how can an angel fall from the grace of not one, but 6 gods? How is it fair that I, one of the oldest and fairest of God's angels, have to now answer to some pansy council of freaks, for following our Lord's orders? Is our Lord truly so great if he is so hypocritical? Can we truly call him our Savior if he does not save any of us?" she hisses.
The Council whispers and rumbles before one stands up.
"We of the Council have decided that you, Jeera Evenstar, are guilty of the crime of treason against our Lord. You are banished. Do not return to Heaven." he booms.
Jeera's face turns stony, then she spits; the acidic saliva burns through the ground.
The shackles around her wrists disappear.
"You will regret casting me out. After the fall of Lucifer, I was the most powerful. Now you are left with sniveling wretches like Gabriel and Michael. Do not come crying to me when fell powers come knocking." she snaps, wrenching the halo from her head and throwing it on the ground in front of the dais. As she does this, her glorious and beautiful form turns dark and bitter, and a dark version of her halo reappears.
"Farewell." she tosses over her shoulder, striding out of the room.