Prophecy

Chapter 40: Awake

*Xavia's POV*

When I finally awoke, I stayed silent, taking a moment to be alone with Grace for all its worth. Her soft, peaceful breaths filled the air, a soothing rhythm that anchored me. I stared at her beautiful face, so serene as she rested on my chest. Each delicate feature seemed illuminated by an inner glow, her white, silvery hair cascading around us both like a shimmering veil.

I took a deep breath and was surrounded by light, an ethereal radiance with golden accents. Everything was so clean and shiny, reflecting an almost unreal purity. Heaven was everything I had imagined and more—an angelic, blissful, and divine place that felt like it was designed to be a sanctuary for the soul. When I reflected on my home—Hell—it was utterly different—opposite from the sheer beauty of this place. Divine grandness extended with each passing moment.

The air was pure, filled with a soft, musical sound that seemed to emanate from the place's very essence, yet... No being in sight was actually playing an instrument; that alone was magical. Heaven was a place of peace, love, community, and worship. Grace brought me here to save me, but now that I was here, it felt like home. It felt as though I belonged here, too. I felt different, but it was a good different.

It was like my entire being had just clicked into place. I had a place in Hell, Earth, and Heaven, but...

What does that mean for me?

I knew I needed answers, and I knew exactly who to talk to.

We needed to understand what we would face, but that could wait. I just wanted to stay with Grace and happily watch over my sleeping mate. Since I had just been thinking about getting answers, I wasn't giving my full attention to her, which wouldn't happen anymore.

Reaching out, I placed my hand on my mate's hair, softly rubbing her head and running my fingers through her luscious locks. Instant tingles spread through me upon touching her, and Grace let out a pleasured moan at the feeling of my soft action. Though she was sleeping because her body truly needed it, my heart warmed at the response. Grace already knew who touched her, even in an unconscious state of mind.

I heard the angels from the infirmary returning, but they soon realized I was awake, so they waited outside, their heartbeats audible to me. I knew they were watching, but I didn't care.

Grace was all that mattered right now.

The sound of footsteps grew louder, a rhythmic march of soft soles against the bright golden polished floors. I could sense the presence of more angels approaching, their auras pulsing with varying degrees of power and authority. The air around me seemed to vibrate with their energy. It was as if they needed to witness the Prophecy unfolding and to understand the phenomenon occurring before their eyes. This was a moment of profound significance, a turning point that would shape the future.

Even before I saw Him, I sensed Grace's father return.

His presence was intensely powerful and reassuring, a steady anchor in the swirling chaos of so many divine beings. Amidst the quiet shuffling and hushed whispers, I heard Aubrey's soft voice in the distance; her gentle yet excited voice cut through the noise and bodies surrounding me.

"Welcome back, Xavia. We've missed you." She said, and I merely smiled in response, too overwhelmed by the rush of emotions to speak.

The warmth of Aubrey's short laugh followed, and I could see the shit-eating grin spreading across her face. It was an adorable moment, her happiness radiating like a beacon, and I didn't even have to look at her to realize it. Despite everything, I cherished these small interactions and the simple joy they brought me.