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I nodded yes, but she raised an eyebrow so I asked. “Can you repeat it grandmother?” “Mother Earth will send her spirit to be born again in her bloodline. The bloodline of Gaya. This baby, this girl, this woman, will be Luna. She will be born with the spirit of the Earth Goddess and her elemental abilities.” She paused and waited for me to catch up but there was no need for that. I was caught up. And my heart was pounding as she continued.

This is The Diwata, your Storyteller of The Supernatural Spa saying. Fare Thee Well!

The way Isabelle's body was responding to his movements was so sweet, so perfect, as always… even better. At that point, while he was sinking even more into her while reuniting his spirit with that of the woman he loved, Shawn realized that heaven could come out of hell, that from pain happiness could be born, that from death one could come back to life. Nothing was impossible for two souls so profoundly in love. There was still so much love to be done, to be found in their hearts and it would have been there for all eternity. - THE END -

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.

It was so awkward to ask about myself from an outsider, like I was asking a waiter about my favorite food at the restaurant. Finally, my furious tone caught Susan’s attention, she shuffled her memory for answers. “First of all, the color of your eyes and that ferocious warning is proof that you are a descendant of a ‘Celestial Coven’.” “Celestials as in immortal, heavenly monarchs?” Susan nodded and looked towards the couch. “Yes. Heavenly monarchs, like the Moon Goddess. There are some cases where Celestials are married to humans or shifters, so their kids are called demigods and demigoddesses.

At Heaven Far above, Zadkiel, accompanied by Wrath and his lover Jophiel, arrived amidst the devastation of Heaven itself. The once-pristine spires and radiant gardens were scorched, broken, and trembling under the assault of fallen angels. The celestial light that usually bathed the realm was dimmed by smoke, void, and chaos, and the sound of clashing divine power echoed across the clouds.

A knot lodged deep between Damon’s brows while Apollo Sky’s identical cerulean eyes widened upon seeing the changes of the leader of the arch angels before them. ‘This spell!’ Apollo Sky the Loyal lost all the colors left on his ashen face. He had remembered clearly how a high ranking demon died after a blink when his father used this special spell. The name of this spell was Heaven’s Kiss. Though Apollo Sky did not know the entire dynamics of the spell or what conditions to meet in order to use this spell, he knew enough that the arch angels were the ones who could use this and they could not use this more than once in a row.

"Crush Heaven Spell!" Boom! Immediately the air around Skylar became distorted. Then, a huge silver saber shadow emerged from the Dark Battle saber and gracefully greeted the golden palm print. In the blink of an eye, the two forces that were surging violently dimmed the entire sky over the Heavenly Alliance Altar. The Crush Heaven Spell was a technique that Skylar mastered from the fiend soul and it had a terrifying, explosive power. At that time, it was coupled with the fiend soul in Skylar's body, making its power even more terrifying.

"Zora Vane." I spun around. Standing on the catwalk behind me were the twelve Apostles. They hadn't followed me into the water; they had simply materialized through the "Void-Rift" I had left in my wake. Their white-gold gowns were glowing with that same, parasitic blue. And in the center of them stood Dante. He didn't look like my husband anymore. He looked like the King of the Hive. "You cannot hide in the mud, First-Born," the Apostles said in unison. "The world is becoming the Spire. The mud is being deleted."