They seem to hold me in the building that doesn't exist, Lucifer and Satan invested on the war that's going on. When they ignore my pacing, I stand off behind them, watching the battle rage on in Heaven. Now and then, Lucifer pays attention to me, and it's the kind where I feel brainwashed by his beauty. A sort of forced craving comes upon me, as I wonder what he'd look like out of clothes. Probably brighter than any star or sun created. I inwardly curse myself and go back to pacing, planning and overthinking. And occasionly looking at the black slab, as the battle continues. Loss is what catches my eye the most; he's like his own army, moving fast, and cutting through weapons that are made of heavenly divine weapons while he uses devilcrafted swords and so forth. I catch myself more than once admiring the bulge of his biceps as his body tenses and then braces itself against the opponents attacks, how one swipe of a sword shreds his shirt, and I can see

Loss's POVLoss gasped out, almost head-butting Lucifer, as he felt like he had been shoved off a cliff. He didn't know where he was at nor did he care; he had to find a way to help Josie. As he moved, pain sparked in his chest area, and he clenched his teeth. Lucifer pushed him back down on the soft mattress, steadying Loss. "Easy there speedy. You can't just be moving around all willy-nilly. You were struck by God's Holiness. You're going to need time to recover from that." Lucifer said, as he backed up and a girl stepped forward, rubbing a thick salve like substance on his wound. Loss flinched, but relaxed as a cold numbness rushed over him, and he laid back down. "We have to save Josie." Loss said, feeling a sense of drowsiness come over him. Lucifer arched an eyebrow, but said nothing as he stepped out of the way of the girl. "About that, we have no idea where God could have taken her. Satan thinks that like Hell, Heaven might have a circle of Divine no o

I am unsure of what is going to happen. The temple is quiet out of nowhere, a quietness that feels like it had blanketed over sound. My eyes dart around nervously, and I listen and wait. I summon her by offering her something she made. God tells me, and he pulls out a small dagger, small for him, the size of a van to me. Your blood is what will bring her back to me. He says, and he grabs my hand, extending my right arm. I'm panicking then, trying to pull back. I have so many questions to ask, and he hasn't answered a single one. God grabs me firmly, and I can hear the creak of my bones, as they're getting ready to snap. Not only that, his holiness is burnig my forearm a bit, and it feels like waves of ice and heat are pouring onto me. The temple quakes, catching our attention. None of my blood has been spilled, and we see a ladybug about the size of a volleyball fly in, encrusted with silver and gold. It's ruby eyes blink at the both of us, taking in the

He didn't see her coming. Didn't know that the lower being would actually do it. Since the creature wasn't made by him, he couldn't make her see reason; she was defiant, justified, and stubborn. Just like his wife. When the grounds shook, and her temple was dusted by ash, God held his breath. And sure enough, there she was. The statue that he had never seen rising up from the ground, and then moving. Even from the distance, he could see her beauty. The same woman he had fallen in love with. She looked like she hadn't aged a day, the same glow she had that always surrounded her when she walked anywhere. When God had first seen her, he knew she was the one. He was right, but oh how she challenged him. Asherah had so many ideas, and so many creatures she wanted to try her hand at that just didn't match the idea in God's head. And though she was more into creating the plant life, and such, it was when she created some human life that God had put his foot down.

There is a staircase that leads the upper world to the underworld. It's different, it's something that both demons and angels use. A truce was drawn up by Lucifer and the leader of the angels, though I'm not really sure of it. Loss and I spend our time on earth, glamoured as humans. I don't try to go back to my old life, cutting my ties with my adoptive family. Although it hurt, I made sure to erase the memories of me from them as well. Loss was there, a hand placed between my shoulder blades. His touch was always welcomed, bringing comfort. Since we returned back to earth from the hidden realm in heaven, things were different. I was more aware of him, and he was more alert of me in case there was danger ready to start again. I noticed that the burnt marks on his chest, and upper stomach were healed over, just the smallest of scars covering it. We go wherever we want, not hearing from Lucifer as much. He's busy working on the truce not just between the angels and d