each other. Maces swung, and their spiked
ends lodged into shields or flesh. Fangs were bared, and jaws
snapped. Claws struck out. Silver and black blood splattered and
mixed together. The hand-to-hand combat resembled bloody battles of
the past, between Vikings or Romans and their enemies. I couldn’t
help but duck when a long blade swung toward my head, not knowing
whether it could reach me here or not.
Cassandra’s hand
descended, as though closing a window shade to hide the scene once
again. Our surroundings returned to the soft glow of white
nothingness that was near the entrance to Heaven, like its foyer or
ground floor. Since I was here, probably more like its
sub-basement.
“The Angels and
Demons have been at war in the Otherworld since the beginning of
mankind,” Cassandra said. “They fight for human souls.
The Demons try to ensnare the souls before their time, and the Angels
protect them until the humans decide their eternal fate. Never have
they fought with such fierce passion and determination as now.”
“Maybe someone
should tell them it’s over,” I suggested.
“But it’s
not,” Mom said.
My head flinched back.
“But there are no humans left to fight for. There’s nothing left to fight for.”
“There is everything left.” Cassandra’s mahogany eyes
sparked with the same resolve that filled her voice. “But the
outcome has never been more at risk than now. The consequences have
never been so dire. The future of the world, of humanity, is at
stake.”
Her tone had turned
into one of urgency, borderline desperation. Her eyes and expression
pleaded with me, as though I could do anything to solve the problem.
My heart squeezed for her pain, but I lifted my hands in the air.
“I’msorry that you put your bets on the wrong daughter. I really,
truly am. But I warned you, and now I’ve destroyed whatever
hopes you might have had, along with the entire world. What more can
you possibly expect from me?”
“We expect you to
keep fighting,” Cassandra said simply, as though that were
obvious.
My fingers pressed at
my forehead as an ache set in, and I squinted at her. “Fight
who? The Demons?”
Cassandra’s head
nodded once. “Yes, the Demons. And Lucas and the Daemoni.”
My hand dropped to my
side and hit my thigh with a soft thud as I stared at her. “But why ? Humanity is already lost. Wiped off the face of the
Earth. Lucas and the Daemoni have already won.”
“No, they have
not. Not yet.”
I stared at the very
first matriarch, apparently sent to be the messenger on behalf of the
Angels. Her words, their request didn’t compute. Were they
unable to see through the veil for some reason? Were they blind to
the complete destruction Lucas had caused?
“You must not
give up,” Mom said. She moved closer to me and took my hands
into hers. “We still need you.”
I closed my eyes and
blew out a long breath as I slowly shook my head. “I’ve
caused enough loss and devastation. I won’t cause any more.”
“The Angels need you, darling,” Rina added.
Cassandra moved closer
to me, and her voice softened. “There is still hope, Alexis.
There is still love, which you know is worth fighting for. You only
need to have faith, and we will be victorious.”
The insane laughter
that had threatened before bubbled up and out of my chest, tumbling
across the warm, clean air of Heaven’s lobby. Laughter in
Heaven should have sounded like ringing bells, but mine was more like
a Chihuahua’s bark, sounding as ugly and foreign in this place
as I was.
The laughter died out.
My body, with these ridiculous wings, sagged, feeling so heavy that I
was surprised I didn’t fall through the floor. Faith? I had
none left. Everything I’d believed in had died with my body …
with the world.
“I can’t
fight for you,” I said.
“You can,”
Mom insisted. She grabbed my upper arm and gave me a shake, yanking
me to attention as she leaned into my face. Her finger jabbed at my
chest. “