Avalyn POV
I watch Thana glide through the gates of heaven elegantly with Lucifer by her side. I glance around and watch the glares of the angels, their hands itching to get around her throat. Some look at her in fear, fearing their ashes would rain upon heaven next. The angels were avoiding the other reapers. The tension is thick through the air and by Michael's smile as he mingles with the other archangels, it is just what he wants. He knows this won't be a normal ball, this is the war grounds, bold of him to bring the fight to heaven.
Maybe it's because this is his turf. My eyes widen as I see him talking to Kasedeya, very fondly. I take in a deep breath and close my eyes to tune in to what is being said. I furrow my eyebrows in frustration. The chatter around me makes it impossible to listen in.
“How long do you think before a fight ensues?” I ask Raphael in a hushed tone.
He feigns a smile as he turns to me, trying to carry out our conversation causal like in the curious eyes of others. “They are sizing each other up, waiting on the other to make a move, but the angels out number the reapers by a thousand, this seems like child's play.” My eyes widen as I see the ghastly creatures that enter the gates.
The seven deadly sins.
“Lucifer knows he needs backup, or well the reapers do,” Raphael catches himself, knowing Lucifer could slaughter every angel in here.
I smirk, “Then why don't we just let him at it?”
Raphael looks at me, eyebrows drawn up, “Because heaven would be no more. We are just trying to take Michael down. These angels only know what he tells them.” I nod at the words. As my eyes scan over them, of course, they are only guilty because they know nothing else. They don't know of his god complex.
“Let's rock-and-roll,” I say quickly and pull him behind me to the dance floor. His arms wrap around me on instinct. Both of us on watch, waiting on someone to make a move while we enjoy each others embrace.
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Thana pov
I feel glares on my back as I glide across the room in Lucifer's arms. I raise my brows at the beaming Devil. “Why do you look so smitten?” I whisper.
“I'm causing mischief in heaven with the woman I love. It's everything a man could dream of.” His grip on my waist tightens as he pulls me closer. Our bodies flushed as my cheeks burn red. “Plus the angels have noticed the ring on your finger, I can hear them gossiping.” He twirls me before pulling me back in.
I bite my lip at his remarks, my chest tightens at his words. I put my head on his chest to hide my smile.
“Should we have a wedding like humans do?” I giggle at him, “I want you to have whatever, so if a human wedding makes you happy, I'll be find standing in a church.”
My laugh rings through the air as I look up at him. I lean on my tippy-toes and softly kiss his soft lips. I pull away, and he leans his forehead on mine. “I know you haven't gotten your fairy tale,” He breathes as we sway to the music, “I'll give it to you, to the best of my ability. A white house with a picket fence, whatever you want.”
“Being at your side is my fairy tale,”I whisper as I close my eyes, enjoying the moment.
“Consider it done.”
A bittersweet feeling overtakes my chest and stomach. Aside from the war coming towards us any second, I wish I could freeze this moment and enjoy it with him. I know this is a moment I will miss when it passes. I'll treasure it for the rest of my life, even if the end of me is tonight.
I understand why humans enjoy taking pictures now. To cherish moments when time stood still and everything was-is perfect.
