Chapter 22, final chapter

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Abaddon's pov

The world stopped. Time didn't exist. Everything is in slow motion as I rush to be by her side. Rush to save her. As I step forward and hold her hand I hear her say.

"It's okay, I forgive you" she takes her last breath and dies in my arms. I hug her lifeless body and cry my eyes out.

What have I done! I just killed the love of my life. Too busy to notice or care about anyone in the same room as us, I look up to see Azazel standing there with a proud grin on his face.

"Well done brother! You finally did it! Although I did have to push her towards the pole for you to yank it backwards but... you did well!"

"Are you f**king kidding me right now Azazel!" I shout at him. He nods and smiles at me.

"I'm so proud and so father would be too!" He says.

Suddenly a bright light shoots down from the heavens above, onto Angelica's body, that lies lifelessly in my arms.

An angel floats down and touches angelica's forehead gently. Angelica's soul floats out of her body. She opens her eyes and stands up.

"Hello Angelica, I'm Marie Ravery, I'm your guardian angel. I was sent because you had died and now you are to become an angel just like me. I'll teach you everything you need to know. First lesson is now and that's how to open your wings." She says formally.

"Imagine wings coming out of your back and that should do the trick" she says. Angelica closes her eyes and suddenly two massive pearly white wings emerge from her back. She looks behind and smiles like a Cheshire Cat.

"Look Abaddon!" She says excitedly. I smile.

"They look beautiful my Angel" I say.

" we must fly to heaven, dearest" Marie says while glaring at me.

"I'll see you soon Abaddon" she tries to say.

"You will not Angelica, it's one of the rules that you must not associate yourself with fallen angels and devils" Marie says. She grabs Angels hand and flies to heaven without giving Angelica time to speak, though I can hear her cry.

Goodbye my sweet angel, there will be a time we will meet again. Hopefully on good circumstances.

The end.

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