//------------------------------// // Prologue // Story: Raining deep in heaven (cancelled) // by Thegodhand //------------------------------// Q&A Session The monitor displayed a black and white image in the back corner of a little room.  A pair of floodlights positioned over a panel of distorted glass lit the small concrete space. In front of the glass stood a set of thick iron bars framed into the concrete.  A heavy metal door with no visible handle interrupted the smooth wall next to the glass.  In the center of the room sat a sturdy metal chair bolted to the floor, it’s current occupant sat completely still.   The display changed to the feed of a camera set in a front corner of the room and zoomed into the rooms sole occupant.  A young saraph woman sat in the chair, her limbs held down with metal loops to the arms and legs of the chair, while a thick leather strap held her head upright against the back of it's frame. Her wings, no restraints attached to them, were folded to her sides.  The hair on her head that reached just past her neck and hung over her left eye was frayed and unkempt.  Her only visible eye flicked back and forth nervously searching the part of the room in front of her.  The seraph’s thin muscular form was clothed in torn khaki pants and a tight sports bra.  The veins in her arms and legs bulged as she strained against her arm restraints, her abdominals tightening with effort. A voice, deep and distorted by magic spoke from everywhere in the room at once.   “We know what you are Raindrops.” Raindrops narrowed her eyes and bared her teeth in a sneer, revealing four long and very sharp canines. “Really?  I’m happy for you.” the seraph spoke with a deep, smooth voice; dramatic, broad, and pleasant to the ear, though it dripped now with sarcasm. “Don’t get smart with us, nightwalker!”  As the voice angrily reprimanded the saraph the floodlights grew far brighter, concealing the inside of the room from the camera in blinding light.   The chained seraph let out a piercing scream, continuing until the lights dimmed back to their normal state.  Raindrops sat in the chair with smoke rising weakly from her, flesh now covered in horrible burns.  The charred tissue quickly began to slough off with new, healthy skin replacing it.   “If you don't cooperate with us this will be very unpleasant.  Answer our questions..work with us.” Raindrops turned her eyes to the glass pane and the two silhouettes that were now behind it while slightly spreading her wings.   “Okay...I’ll talk.  Here’s what you have to do.  You go down to the nearest pharmacy... ask for somethin’ called Viagra...AND IT'LL HELP YA GO FUCK YOURSELF!” The lights immediately brightened again leaving Raindrops to scream for several seconds longer than the last time as she was punished.  When the lights dimmed she was once again burned as if she had rolled around in a bonfire.   “Fuck...alright, I give. Shit, don’t do that again.” She said in a now raspy voice “Whether that happens again is up to you Ms. Raindrops.  Now let’s start at the beginning.  How did you get involved with the butcher? What was your part in his work...your relationship to him?” The camera zoomed in on Raindrops healing face, watching as she clenched her teeth in rage and squeezed her eyes shut.   “Fine...” Raindrops voice was back to normal now but showed how tired she had become.  “It started on a Friday near the end of April, must have been...what, three years ago? I was living in Ponyville with my parents and little brother at the time working as a weather mare under Rainbow Dash.  Me, Candy Mane and Minuette had gone to a club for a girls night out...”