EVANGELINE. Time passed by rather fast, but I don’t know how long it actually was. There is no time on the moon, yet something tells me it is late at night. The evening had been spent getting to know those who kept this place in order. Those who are my loyal high servants, and the duties that they carried out. Everything that was shared with me, everything that was explained to me, remained in my mind with ease. There was no struggle for me to try to remember anything. They said it once, and it simply became knowledge that I knew and soon it felt like I had been here for years. Anything they said, I took it in, and after a short while, I knew exactly how everything worked around here. Even the rituals and ranks of other gods and goddesses. Although Zedkiel didn’t have the same memory as me, he picked up fast and even asked questions of his own. My mark is emblazoned on his neck, a mark that they all knew meant he was my mate. A beautiful mark that matched the one on my neck. Th

EVELYN. The darkness wants to rip through this place from the anger and pain he’s evoking within me. “I will never stop.” He says, his hand tightening painfully, and I feel something crack in my jaw, as pain rushes up it, making my eyes sting with tears of pain. I almost scream when he tugs my face violently to the right, pain splitting through my head. “You-your hurt ah!” I’m cut off as his hand tightens further, his eyes filled with a hatred that cripples me. Why does he hate me so? This time, I can’t stop the foolish tears that trickle down my cheeks. He sneers. “Foolish little mate.” He whispers, letting go of me as if simply touching me, dirties him. And it hurts even more when he wipes his hand on his trousers. With shaking hands, I grab my jaw, pushing it back into position, tears stinging my eyes from the pain, but I refuse to let them fall. What did I ever do for him to hate me so much and love Evangeline more? “Zerachiel… Will you tell me why you always love her m

ZEDKIEL. “My Goddess… I don’t think that’s possible.” Soren, one of the high servants, says to Evangeline. It’s the following day, and we have spent the day learning everything we need to. There is a lot here that needs doing, neglected for centuries. I’m shocked they’re even functioning without their leader. Without their goddess, the people themselves are looked down upon as outcasts. We are now in the palace garden, standing beneath the celestial tree of Bonds. Its trunk and branches are silvery grey, shimmering under the light and upon the trunk is the same symbol that covers Evangeline’s back, engraved into the tree, shimmering a deep silvery black. The leaves of the trees are a stunning mix of all shades of blues, each leaf is lighter at the centre with a deeper blue hue around the edges and upon these leaves are written the name of every couple that is tied together by the mate bond in a shimmering silver. I can see the shimmering words, but they are in a language that I

EVANGELINE. I have never worn a dress with so many jewels, yet at the same time feel as light as I do. The lightweight shimmering silver fabric somehow holds the tiny diamonds that adorn it, despite how flimsy the fabric appears to me. The skirt that flares at my thighs seems to float around my feet, as it hugs my thighs. It is strapless and attached to the back, is a glimmering darker silver fluid-looking fabric, that trails on the ground behind me. Unlike the dress which contains only tiny jewels, this top layer contains diamonds in several colours, different shades of reds, greys and clear diamonds. All combined to create a beautiful design on the trail. My neck, arms and ears are glittering with jewels, and upon my head is a matching crown. The only makeup I am wearing is a deep red coloured lipstick. My hair is styled in a small quiff to hold my tiara, the rest is left open, glittering with tiny jewels. The huge hall is full of powerful figures, high lords, gods, and goddes

EVANGELINE. The door closes behind us and we are left in one of the grand sitting rooms of the palace. A waterfall fountain is against one wall, splitting open as it parts down the centre, curving along the archway that leads off from the room. I hope I have made the right choice in asking to see him. After all, I have prepared these questions for long enough! “What will it be, let's cut to the chase.” He says coldly. I step forward, knowing that he clearly isn’t one for games. “On behalf of Selene, I ask for your forgiveness. Please end her punishment. We need-” His eyes darken as his rage becomes apparent, his blistering anger clear in his eyes. “Impossible.” He hisses. “You speak of what is best for everyone, yet you refuse to look past your anger… Selene disobeyed you, yet despite all these years, you can not forgive her?” I ask. He remains silent despite his festering anger. His face is passive, and his eyes remind me of bottomless galaxies. So deep there seems to be no