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And with that belief, she vowed to never give up, even in the face of the deepest shadows that threatened to consume her. Claire blinked several times, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness that enveloped her. As her vision gradually cleared, she realized she was inside a small, dimly lit chamber. Cold stone walls surrounded her, and the only source of light came from a solitary torch flickering in the distance. Struggling against her restraints, Claire tested their strength. They were tight, but she refused to let despair consume her. With a deep breath, she focused her energy and channelled her angelic powers, attempting to break free.

Their eyes looked vacant even though their smile adorned their lips. Tiara invited Ardina to sway to the music, which was a little rocky and very deafening. Ardina knew who was on the stage, Asmodeus and Lucifer. This is what makes Ardina all this strange. Slightly different from reality. And Ardina did not forget that concert. Then the songs they sing are the same song over and over again.

Annika sticks out her tongue to tease Kurt, “I know I’m that pretty, but you have to show some restraint once in a while you know.” Kurt burst out laughing and it looked like there was even a tear in his eye, then he said, “You’re right, but how can I restrain myself if the one who’s in front of me is an angel?” Annika flushed instantly; she just can't get used to hearing the word 'angel,' especially when it comes from Kurt's lips. She averted her gaze quickly so that Kurt won’t see her face. She could only just hear him laugh and then Kurt said, “I wish I could just lay in this bed with you forever, but there’s still so much to do. So, we should go to the dining area now and have some break

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.

She was slightly angry with herself for admitting such a weakness, and yet her heart hammered the moment she saw the sympathy in Layon’s gaze. “I need you with me, Angel,” he told her and when he stepped close to her again, Angel had to hold her breath to stop herself from allowing his scent to intoxicate her. She knew that if she let him close again, she would allow him to walk right over her. “You don’t need me,” she shook her head and closed her eyes, feeling his fingertips brush her forearm as she added, “Nobody needs me.” “I need you,”

I added in my sweetest voice, taking an uncomfortable seat on the window sill. “Yeah.” She said, “I wasn't expecting your call.” My gaze adjusted to the colourful lumieres of the New York City night sky. “I just missed hearing your voice.” —--------------------------------------------- Angel’s POV “Why?” I posed quietly, sitting cross legged on top of the bed. The line went silent for a while. For a moment I thought the call had ended, only for him to concede the words I prayed to hear from him after we got married, but he wasn't willing.

The moment he called her name on phone, her whole body went through different shivers. Dissimilar bit similar feelings were flowing through her nerves. She doesn’t have words for them…she wanted to comprehend such feel…but was failed. Her heart was in turmoil but with sweetness. Her mind was blank and her body was numb…after few seconds of pause, she again heard his voice…calling her name again.

That must be her lover who was carrying her there. "I'll get you out of here, don't talk!" Whispered the angel in his beautiful, deep voice. The sound of the notes was magical, and despite all the exhausting, leaden heaviness in her whole body, she forced her lips. I don't know where they were, but she had to say it, too horrible, this feeling of nowhere without pareios. "Ll-dear '... dichhhh ..." the words escaped from her throat like a moan and her head rolled around on something solid, came to rest on a hard surface.

His words causing a light blush to form on Ashton's otherwise ivory skin. After some deliberation and the angel fighting to keep the conversation on track, they had eventually come to an agreement, no different than the original. Damien seemingly pleased despite there being nothing extra in it for him. That was until the moment Ashton was signing the papers. A hand gently pulled up his chin to face the demon, almost caressing his skin with the light touch. "Shame that you haven't taken a bride. Why is that? Is there something you haven't told anyone?" His voice deeper than before, but nearly a whisper as he had closed much of the distance between the two. The Angel's eyes widened in surprise

She gripped the glass tighter, tears suddenly stream down her eyes, she was worried, yet couldn’t move any step towards him. The moment she saw him turning his face to Pocco and ready to suck his blood, she whispered, “Please, don’t, please, Blake... I know you’re a good person, please prove to me I’m not wrong. That I’m right in choosing you over my duty as an Angel.” She knew that he was not able to hear it, but she didn’t whisper it for him to hear her beg, but it was from her mind that came out to her mouth.