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

[52] Becoming Alone

Trinity POV

As terrifying as a sight it was, I constantly found myself looking at the southern skies with a feeling of dread and awe. Day and night, without fail, the sky was a deep murky red that resembled dried blood, each day getter worse than the day before. While the clouds were always an angry mixture of dark grey and black, swirling together in what looked like a threatening storm.

            It is four days until the day of the prophecy.

            In four days, our lives would change forever.

            My heart dropped as I thought of what that meant. Keegan left just over a week ago and assuming he made it to Hell’s Gate, that would mean that he either made it and died or is trapped and being held in Hell for the passed five days. Neither option was one that I would care to think about.

            He had hoped to get to Hell and somehow stop the prophecy at its source. But what if he went too early and they were able to detain or kill him before he even had a chance? The ever-darkening skies lead me to believe the worst-case scenario…. Keegan was dead and the prophecy was still to continue.

            I hadn’t noticed but my hand automatically went to the letter that I always kept on my person in my dress pockets, well hidden within the folds of my skirt, and clutched it tightly. It felt like it was my only lifeline now.

Keegan was gone. Eric had to travel south with his men any day now, his belongings have been packed and ready to go for a few days now. Rachel and Jayden had decided that they would be more useful guarding the city walls with the other more inexperienced Angel Hunters. They left yesterday. I was slowly becoming alone…

            Tomorrow I am being shipped off to one of the underground sanctuaries in the city with the rest of the staff here. The idea scared me. What if the Fallen and Demons make it past all of our army forces and take over the city? Then all of the Humans and Slaves would be trapped underground for the Demons to kill at will.

            I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, in through my nose and slowly out my mouth. I tried to refocus my attention to the beautiful scenery of the garden that I was currently over looking from my seat on the back patio. Besides the angry looming sky above and behind it all, the garden looked bright with the morning sun shining down from a cloudless sky. Everything was still so green and warm that one could not tell that an apocalyptic prophecy was soon to take place…

            I heard the sound of one of the doors opening and closing behind me. I didn’t turn around right away, as I did not want to loose my somewhat relaxed state of mind. The soft thudding of footsteps stopped just a few feet behind me and I suddenly remembered that it was rude of me to not instantly greet this new person properly. I was the slave, even lower than the maids. I had no right to ignore them…