Chapter 9

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Between Heaven and Hell

Copyright © 2012 by Carla Meyer

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CHAPTER 9

Joey supported Meredith around the waist as they made their way back to the little white house. He felt her tremble in his arms, and soft sobs escaped her lips as they moved forward. He noticed her neckline was shadowed with purple bruises where the son of Lucifer, where his other self, had tried to choke Meredith to death. She was in pain, in spite of the reality that she was an Angel, regardless of the truth that she was immune to Joey’s death touch, she was still in hurting and Joey would do whatever thing to take it away.

They entered the little white house with vigilance. Joey scanned the area to make sure there weren’t any intruders, any unforeseen trap designed by Lucifer to abolish the Angel which fought by Joey’s side. Once he was assured the little white house posed as no threat, they entered and stepped with awareness over the Demon Wings which lay ahead of the threshold. They stared at the Wings, which had formerly been an enlightening white light; too vivid for Joey to look at, but what lay before the entrance way at present was nothing of the sort. The Wings had warped from the beautiful shimmering light, to black Wings, tipped with red at the edges.

Meredith placed her hand over her mouth at the sight. Joey could feel the malevolence emanate from the Wings; he could sense now even more noticeably that it came from Hell. He felt the anguish and pain surrounding the Wings, the malice and obscurity. It was now more palpable than ever that Meredith and Joey were in grave danger, and that, not only were the Archangels after Joey, but Lucifer was sending his Demons to get rid of Meredith to boot.

“Are you alright?” asked Joey as he watched Meredith seat herself on the sofa, rubbing delicately against the tender skin at her throat. She looked up at him and strained a smile on her face, patently not wanting Joey to be concerned about her.

“I’m fine,” she smiled, looking at Joey. But she was watching the sinister Wings out of the corner of her eye and it made chills run down her spine. Joey followed her gaze and he too felt the sinister ambience the Wings brought upon them. He too shivered.

“I’ll get rid of these,” he said moving towards the Wings. In a burst, Meredith was at his side, catching his wrist in a fierce grasp.

“It’s dangerous Joey, what if—“

“—they were sent to kill you, Meredith, not me. Lucifer doesn’t want me dead, not yet.”

They stared at one another for a long moment, and then half-heartedly, Meredith let go of Joey’s wrist so he could dispose of the Wings. She watched as he bent down, and at a snail's pace he reached his hands toward the Wings, taking the darkness with a splatter of red between his burning palms. Joey felt as his palms burn up as he grew closer to the Wings, though he shoved it to the back of his mind. It wasn’t an eccentric feeling to him any longer, in truth; Joey would’ve felt that something was off beam if his palms weren’t ablaze.

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