Angel's Weren't Meant To Be Slaves. Welcome To Hell, Master. *Completed*

[48] You Always Have A Choice

*Victoria's P.O.V.*

And there it innocently sat. At the moment it didn’t look like much, but in reality it was quite literally the key to opening our realm to the world of men.           

I had been staring at the death star for quite some time now. It sat in a plain black box on a grey stone pedestal that came halfway up my torso, in the middle of a small, square room that was twice as wide as my arms span. The flickering, orange light came from four small torches in each corner of the room.

It was very strange however. I was afraid to say it, but I felt like I had some special kind of bond to the star. A very strong connection that I didn’t feel was shared between all Fallen. Was it just because of my own unique powers?           

The star overwhelmed me with a calming sense of peace. I felt comfortable around it. A part of me assumed that every Fallen would feel the same but I was one of the only few privileged enough to see it for myself.

This made me then wonder who the portal keeper could be. We aren’t going to know until the stone is put in the hilt of the sword. Legends say that once the two items have been joined, Hell will have regained even more of Her power and the keeper will be taken over by Hell’s life force. She will guide the chosen keeper in what to do as if all their life they knew that they were destined to be the one to open the portal.       

I took a deep breath and reveled in the feeling of once again being free. Oh how much I missed this feeling. Subconsciously my hand went up to my throat to graze across the smooth skin of my bare neck. It was strange to not feel the cold and heavy weight of the Gael collar around my neck. It has been almost three years that I wore it that it started to feel like a natural everyday thing.          

Without any warning, I could suddenly feel a presence behind me. It was an ominous feeling of death. I held in my sigh. My father never came with good news. The calm I had been feeling flitted away and turned into tense bitterness, I suppose all good things must come to an end.           

“Normal beings would announce their presence while coming into close proximity of me through the sound of their footsteps, their heavy breathing or the loud beating of their nervous heart. But not you, father. No, you come with the feeling of death and misery…” I said emotionlessly and without turning around to face him. I kept my eyes focused on the Death Star before me; maybe it will keep me rational.        

His footsteps made sharp sounds as he further entered the room and stood on the opposite side of the pedestal so that he would face me.        

I didn’t want to look up. I didn’t want to see the angry look that always masked his face. Mostly because I knew why he would be so angry at this particular moment.           

“So nice to see you too, Victoria. I hope your time with the Humans didn’t make you so kind. I miss the negative and bitter side of you…” his voice carried effortlessly smooth and I tried not to smirk at his attempt at a joke.           

Curiosity forced me to lift my gaze to look at him and of course I wasn’t surprised to see that he was looking rather pissed off, as normal. But it wasn’t as bad as I had originally thought it would be.