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Our Final Stand (Part 3)

Chapter 37: Final Stand (Part 4)

-Third Person POV-

Sapphire struggled against the dark forces that grabbed at her and pulled her down towards the endless pits of the darkness and her mind. The further she traveled, the worse her memories seared into her brain and implanted the horrible emotions of sadness and regret that went with them. How could she ever face a monster that can manipulate the things you love into things of your own destruction? How was she supposed to bring along the great change if she was still pinned down by the regrets that she had held while still living and breathing? Her mind whirled as she headed to the deepest place on this lonely Earth that she could ever roam, or anyone for that matter to roam. A place that only those with the deepest of horrible pasts go. Or those that make deals with... the devil himself, the lord of the underworld. No one knows his true name though, for names have power and if you have a name you have power over that person. Sapphire was headed to this dark lord though and had no clue where or why she was headed to here. She was completely clueless to the war that was soon to rage between the peaceful opposite sides of death. In fact... no one knew. Even the fates weren't aware of the complete torture and war that everyone, living and dead, would be going through next.

Hours passed and then the color returned to Sapphire's, and she wished with all her heart not to be able to see again. The world that surrounded her was engulfed in flames and people around her were being tortured and forced into work, with demons with mangled faces as there wardens.

'This... is the true meaning of hell' she thought as she watched all around her in horror, afraid to look at the faces down here thinking she might recognize some of them. Luckily, she didn't. They all looked at her in awe, with her pure white wings shining through the dark and gloom of the flames that they had seen for their whole entire deaths (it would be very rude to say lives), her glimmering silver that shimmered against her pale legs, and her also pure white dress that came right above her knees. What they were most in awe about though, was the spark of life in her eyes. How she could be so alive even in death, and the fire (not red, but gold, and not bad, but roaring) that danced in her eyes. The demons, however, hissed when they passed her and whipped the poor residents of the underworld that stared at her in all her beauty.

"Sapphire... Marie... Amsal... My what a beautiful angel you make, it's too bad you're not an even more extraordinary demon," someone whispered into her ear. She tried to move, but something was quickly wrapped around her, completely up to her chin... it felt like the tar cocoon she had been in before. She panicked, and her breathing got faster and she struggled and flapped her wings against the substance that trapped her. She screamed as the substance as it reached up to cover her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw red wings beat hard towards her direction and the wind coming from the wings banished the substance from her body. All her strength ebbed from her body and she fell onto her hands and knees. The edges of her eyes faded to black, and she was about to fall completely when strong arms grabbed around her waist and her shoulder and she was hugged against someones strong body.

"This isn't what I wanted Dad!" a strong, commanding, but gentle male voice came from the person that was holding onto Sapphire. Instinctively, and because she was so vulnerable, Sapphire curled her body into this man's chest... but little did she know just who he was, and what an impact he would have on her. Suddenly, her breathing halted to a stop and the girl passed out inside her savior's arms.

The man looked down at Sapphire and he blushed as she curled against his bare chest. His eyes grew in horror though as he stopped feeling her gentle heartbeat against his own. He looked down and noticed to his worry, that she had stopped breathing. The man looked up at his father, the lord of the underworld and yelled at the top of his lungs.