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  • Reads 269,894
  • Votes 9,937
  • Parts 30
  • Time 5h 2m
Complete, First published Jul 02, 2012
It's said that an angel's blood can resurrect a person.  The purer the blood, the more powerful the resurrection.  To find an angel is hard, but to get their blood is even harder.

Imogen and her sisters are down on Earth for a "trip".  She's left with two other angels, one who wants to commit sin.  They're ambushed and attacked by a vicious group of demon warriors who want their deity alive.  They'll do anything for angel blood and they've got them.  Three angels, two who are almost as pure as you can get.

Balthazar and his team are trying to stop the warriors from collecting the angels and their blood.  What he doesn't realise is that the one person he doesn't want to save is his soul-mate.  With his walls slowly breaking, will they be able to be together?  Or will their differences be too much to bear?

Only time will tell but it's running out for Imogen, and time won't stop for anybody.

Completed 10/2012

Highest ranking:
(tag) fallen - #23
(tag) demon - #255
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