Oscar POV. I held the guy who hurt my baby, he thinks that heaven war was hard, wait till he sees my anger, he broke my little and now I'm here to break every single bone in his body, I'm here to break his spirit, to clip his wings off. He'll see pain like no other, the one who hurt her is a fallen angel, one that has fallen for the sky, he had his chance to be there, and he had his share of the war, but she was a child. A child who was kicked out of heaven for no real reason other than being her, for being a child while everyone else was busy fighting, what was this fight for? For power, for dominance, hell and heaven have been at war for years, for centuries, since the beginning of time they were the war, but they have taken it to a new level when they kicked out their children. "Oscar," I heard my mate's voice through the phone. We're taking turns staying with Kenedi, she can't be left alone, not even for a second she's depressed, she's sad, she's feeling all alone, heaven has