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“Lucy!” the voice yelled again. My eyes shot open and I was looking at Donovan but it was present day. Everything looked the same but the eyes throwing me off.

“Ian?” I asked.

“Yah, I was calling you for a while there are you okay?” He asked and I noticed I was in his chest while we both were riding my horse.

“No, I’m so confused,” I said covering my eyes trying to figure out what was going on. The clops of the horse’s hooves entered my ears as I could smell the scent of rain, when I removed my hands from my eyes I noticed the sky was clear.

“Did it rain,” I asked looking around at the wet ground before noticing my soaked clothing.

“Yup, I noticed you halfway through the storm,” I was helping my friend get his family settled in his house when I saw you riding through the storm. You looked like a ghost to be honest.” He said. I looked up at him and saw the way his ice blue eyes contrasted well with his dark black hair.

“I don’t get it, why do you have black hair and blue eyes? No angel has that,” I said while touching his hair.

“I’m half demon, half angel; I’m surprised you haven’t said anything by now.” He said and I lifted one brow in confusion.

“Huh, I guess I never noticed.” I said and stared into his captivating eyes.

“Where are we going?” I asked suddenly sitting up. I tried to get my heart to calm down but it was still racing, I knew about Jake and how much I love him but there’s something about this guy who seems so familiar so comfortable that I felt a connection with.

“To my house,” he said and I frowned. I was supposed to be on my way to my cottage.

“Give me the reigns,” I said holding out my hands.

“Why?”

“Because I have all this luggage on my horse and I really need to be on my way,” I said before he handed me the reigns. I led my horse to the old yet familiar woods I remembered riding when I had first settled here. In no time at all I found my cottage, and smiled glad it wasn’t ransacked, or being lived by someone else.

Ian got of my horse then helped me down even after I had said I was capable of getting down from my horse. He helped get my luggage and I opened the house to reveal a very dusty home not lived in for years.

“Been gone for a bit, have ya,” he said and I laughed. I felt confused, for some reason I felt like I had known Ian my whole life.

“You don’t know the half of it.” I said smiling and I opened the curtains. Dust flew everywhere and I opened the window.

“Well since it seems that I missed spring cleaning by a couple of years, might as well get a start on that.” I said taking the sheets off my furniture while Ian took them out to try and get out all the dust. Together it took about two hours to get the small cottage all clean and actually looking lived in which I felt was a huge accomplishment.

“Thanks, I just need to get a few things from my other home if you don’t mind,” I said walking out the door.

“No, problem, where did you live?” he asked closing the door behind him.

“The great big mansion about five or seven miles down north from town,” I said leading my horse to the stalls. I felt bad that there was no food here so I made sure to note to bring some on my way home. The sun was rising and I realized I hadn’t gotten any sleep at all.

“We’ll see you tomorrow then?” I asked sounding hopeful making me frown. Why was I so hopeful?

“I could go with you?” he offered, making my gut twist but in the weary way or hopeful way, I wasn’t sure.

“No, I’m fine.” I said politely turning down his offer. He nodded and I let my wings come to life and I could feel the shiver down my spine as I could feel the angel tattoos on my back begin to peel off and grow into 8ft wings. They stretched in relief and I shook them free.

The feeling of them elongating and flap down raising me up into the air was slightly painful but sweet as I rose above the trees into the clouds and began flying towards the mansion. I let the wind caress my hair; I took a steep turn downwards towards the riverbank and let my hand gently touch the water.

When I looked at the water on my hand it was red, making me lose concentration on flying making me almost stumble in the air. I slowed down looking at the water and it was a deep crimson red, the river led towards the mansion as I quickly sped up my flying rate to see where this red was coming from and I had soon caught the answer.

In a clearing there were dead angels and demons and bodies bleeding in the water but were caught by the rocks. Gunshots were going off but I couldn’t see who was shooting them. I raced to the mansion and it was on flames, I gasped as I heard screams coming from inside the mansion without thinking I flew in.

I looked around and gasped at the feeling of my heart stopping bringing me to my knees. I gasped I felt my heart begin to beat again but I felt different. I stood up and looked around and ny wings began to ache like they weighed thousands of pounds. They dragged on the floor behind me as I panted for air, but it was so thick with smoke.

“Lucillia.” Voices whispered my real name making me look all around like a lost animal. I covered my ears and shut my eyes tight as the voices grew louder screaming in my ears.

“What do you want,” I begged on my knees coughing.

“Come,” a voice whispered right next to my ear, my eyes opened so fast to reveal a beautiful woman in a 1860s nightgown. Her hair black as night, skin the color of ivory, eyes bluer the seas, lips as red as a cherry. She was slightly bent down reaching for me and I took her hand surprised to feel someone real.

She helped me up but disintegrated in my hands yet I heard her voice leading me somewhere. I followed wheezing, tears in my eyes, crawling on the floor as she urged me to go on until I was in front of the wall I had stopped before I had left.

I reached for the wall and touched it genuinely, my eyes going wide as my hand had gone through the wall touching almost soft but firm fabric material. I peeled it off and gasped to see a door carved in wood of an angel and demon carrying a book together.

I found the handle and opened the door slightly and could see a book inside a glass case. It was the book next to it that had scared me and caught my attention. It was a old rustic black book that felt evil, almost unbearable, to the far right of it was a pure white and slightly blue enjewled book that seemed to glow in purity while the book in the glass case glowed dimly almost like a shadow of the two books together.

Before I could enter the door slammed on its own and material began to grow on the door. I tried to peel it off but at the rate it was growing it was no use. It was trying to tell me something.

My eyelids felt heavy, I lied on the floor grabbing my chest, I tried to lift my wings to cover my face but they felt glued to the floor. I felt my body crumple on the floor, and the woman was in front of me again. She had a look of horror on her face.

“No, this wasn’t supposed to happen, I’m sorry,” the woman said panicking. She disappeared but as far as I could tell so did everything else.

Unknown POV

I looked up feeling a pressure in the air that I felt I had recognized. It couldn’t be though; when she had died so did the child. Yet this presence was all too familiar.

I took a deep breath trying to catch a scent of the smell and there it was. I stood up and took a deep breath to find the enticing beautiful smell of the woman who had died long, long ago, as if it was still fresh in my mind. It was the same but altered almost but why do I smell it now.

My eyes widened as I called my son in the room. He entered and I could sense a difference in him and could smell the aroma of her scent, it was familiar yet new, I just couldn’t describe it.  He the first son of the great deadly sin Envy may have just met his counterpart of the daughter of Love.

He was going to partnered with any sin of his choice however it has seemed that Love may have survived all this long without any detection is incredible

"Yes father," he said bowing his head.

"Have you met any girls lately from Nevah that stand out or interest you?" I asked and without hesitation he denied me respectively.

Could it be that my senses were dulling? It had been so long since I had last seen he, last held her, ran my fingers through her hair. She has been gone for millenniums and although she should’ve been my wife, she had instead mated with an angel.

If for some possible reason had she have given birth before her time of death it could be possible that she lived even after all those flames had engorged that house burning it to the ground.

"We are calling off your engagement with the daughter of Lust." I said while my son tried to contain his joy from showing. He never been real fond of the daughter of Lust she was very into blood lust and death she was actually a punishment to my son for lying to me in the past.

"Why?" he asked slightly defensive as if I were to attack him. Which I should sense I know he is lying to me but it was something about Love that had always softened me. I looked at him and could tell his eyes were softer; he looked more alive, more at peace.

"I want to meet the girl you are so intent of hiding from me," I said watching him pale. I mused at the thought of what I was doing for a while before dismissing him.

I loved my wife dearly before she had gone insane but she was not the one I truly thought of everyday and she knew that. That is why she had done a deed so treacherous there was no way for her to be saved; taking her own life, a rule inexcusable for any angel like her to do.

I know I was the one the cause this yet I felt no remorse. Now she was nothing more than a lowly demon sent of earth to do the biddings of humans stupid enough to summon her.

Oh how I Donovan miss that beautiful woman who had helped pick me up when I had ran into town trying to warn everyone of what was to come. Yet no one had believed me she did. Even if it was as small as a grain of mustard seed, she had changed my world and had ended the Civil War of Angels and Demons.