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Thirty-Six
Luke watched as Jordan lie on the ground, pale and still. He wasn't sure if the life remained in him, but he hoped for the sake of Jade's happiness, that he was alive. He knew sharing his own success in being exorcised had given Jade faith, however he was partially convinced it was false hope.
He felt Jade grip his hand in a hold so firm, he would have been convinced she was in pain. And he supposed, she was. Nothing could hurt more than the possibility of losing someone you love.
Luke felt realisation hit him like a slap to the face. That was exactly the position he was in. He was at a high risk of losing Jade, and soon. She may have been holding his hand, but she was praying for the survival of Jordan.
He dropped Jade's hand and moved away, hoping some fresh air away from the burning juniper oil and tension of the exorcism would help to clear his head. But his head was far too filled with Jade to comprehend anything else. He understood the inevitability of the situation. He knew Jade would leave him. Because if Jordan lived, she'd have her 'true love' back. But if he died, she'd hate Luke for doing what he did to kill him in the first place.
He knew his position was bleak in any outlook. If the pain of losing Jade wasn't horrible enough, the demons and his 'supervisor' would come for him. For the Fallen too.
Luke looked back towards the crowd of Fallen at the exorcism site, noting Jade kneeling on the ground beside Jordan, who still had not awakened. Feeling a new kind of aching in his chest, he turned his gaze to the stars and the place he once called home.
He wished with everything in him that the devastant demon hadn't taken control of him all those years ago. For once there had been a God, to rule over Heaven and control the angels. But the devastant demon had killed it.
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