Ascension. Fierce, black feathered wings burst powerfully from his strong shoulder blades as he rose; spiralling upwards. Stella lay limp in his arms. The wind rushed past them as he continued to ascend at an alarming speed. His wings beat forcefully against the air with a rythmic sound. They flew higher and higher up until they reached the large swirling castle. Sariel landed magnificently onto the paved marble floor, his black wings streched out monstrously, his hauntingly handsome face was contorted with rage.