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You are our hope, Alexis. The Angels depend on you to do your part. All of the souls of Heaven and Earth need you . You are the only one who can finish this war.”
    I shook my head and let
out a humorless chuckle. “I’m the last one who can
do it. Angels and Heaven ? They mean nothing anymore. I
can’t fight for those things.”
    With a blast of air
that lifted my hair and wings, our surroundings returned to the
Otherworldly battle, only now we were smack dab in the middle of it.
When a mace swung at my shoulder, it actually hit me, and the force
knocked me back a few steps. I ducked as it came at me again.
    “You must fight,” Cassandra ordered as she drew her sword, twisted
around, and stabbed a Demon in its chest.
    Confused and
bewildered, I gestured behind me, to the limitless, empty space that
was supposedly at Heaven’s Gates where we’d just been.
    “But I don’t
even belong here!” I shouted.
    An Angel several times
my size with blond hair and the face of Adonis turned from the Demon
he’d just decapitated and faced me. With a heated glare, he
raised his powerful arms out to the side, a sword in each hand. I
cowered backwards, stumbling over my feet as I stared up into his
brutal but perfect face that looked familiar, like one of the angel
statues that used to hang at the top of the meeting room in the
Amadis Council Hall.
    “Alexis
Katerina,” his voice boomed, “you are correct.”
    His hand came toward
me, his sword barely missing my face as his fist shoved into my
chest.
    “You do not belong here!”
    His voice echoed in my
ears and brain as I began to fall.
    Away from him. Away
from my mom and Rina and Cassandra. Away from Heaven’s Gates.
    “I know,” I
whispered, and the feeling of falling changed into the sensation of
being swept away and pulled downward.
    I didn’t fight
the tug. I didn’t try to use these wings on my back that maybe
could have provided a means of escape. I knew very well I didn’t
belong in Heaven or anywhere near it.
    After passing through
heavier white fog, the Earthly realm surrounded me with its dirty air
and the pungent odor of life being torched. My wings broke and bent,
extracting a scream as I fell into my body, but I didn’t stop
there. I was dragged through it, instead. I stared into Tristan’s
face, his eyes closed and his head lolled to the side as he still
held me pressed against his body. I lifted my arms and tried to reach
out for him, to touch him, to hold on to him or on to my corporeal
self or on to something in the real world, but my hands only
grasped at air as I passed through.
    And I continued
traveling down, down, down.
    Heat blasted at me from
below. Then fire surrounded me, hot and searing, singeing my broken
wings. I screamed again as my skin blistered and bubbled, the
sweltering air filling my lungs and suffocating me, the flames
consuming me. But I didn’t actually burn into ash. No, that
would bring relief, and, it appeared, I would never have relief
again. I’d live in the fire for eternity.
    Except I didn’t
stop in the fire, either. Whatever dragged me maintained my downward
descent, through the fire, and below it, into a cold so deep, my
bones froze immediately and ice crystals hung in the air as I
continued exhaling the same breath I’d started with in Heaven.
    And still, my fall
through Hell continued, making me wonder how many levels existed and
just how far down I’d go. Probably to the bottom.
    Perhaps, after all the
deaths I’d caused, the lowest bowel of Hell was exactly where I
belonged.
    Just as I began to
think that falling for eternity would be my Hell, I slammed
into a hard floor, shattering my frozen bones. The cracks and snaps
echoed in the air, and excruciating pain devoured me. Although I had
no idea how I felt anything physical when my body remained in the
Earthly realm, at least pain made sense here in the deepest, darkest
pits of Hell.
    Forever and a day
seemed to pass as I simply lay there, on my side, my