"I'm amazed you haven't noticed it before," a male voice said sarcastically. "I mean, you are supposed to be a Sybil."

I opened my eyes and looked at my surroundings.

We were in the middle of nowhere and I had to adjust my sight because of the strong, blinding light. In front of us was a huge, almost infinite building with silver wings and crystal windows. I felt like I was walking on the clouds. Distantly, I heard non-human chanting and it felt like I was being mesmerized by sirens.

"I know you like it here. It's almost impossible not to," he said proudly.

I looked at him with confusion and anger.

Why was I angry?

His blue, almost green eyes were analyzing me and his wicked lips were twisted into a victorious smirk. I tried to focus and recognize him. His dirty blonde hair was falling on his forehead and he was injured.

Badly.

"You are fooling yourself if you actually think I will abandon him," I heard myself say with rage.

His bitter laugh echoed in my ears and I found myself falling on the ground.

I winced in pain.

"You need me. You need us," he said, slowly approaching me. I felt his burning glare imprinting in me. "What will you do with him exactly, huh?"

All I could think was 'Fight, Alya. Fight!'

I pulled together every atom of strength I knew I owned and got up, looking at him with spite.

"I will not leave him! I WILL NOT STAY HERE!" I heard myself yell with determination.

The angel voices, which were chanting earlier, lost their sound.

Everything was quiet and I could only hear my heavy breathing.

I felt power.

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"This time, don't fuck it up," I heard a male voice say in front of my door.

I slowly opened my eyes, trying to get back into reality.

What was that dream? It was so... vivid. I could still feel the energy from it in my bones.

Suddenly, somebody swung my door open and two figures got in, still fighting under their breath.

They turned around to face me.

Oh, of course. Who else would it be?

"Gee, this room could use some light," Omega said as he walked towards the window.

I sat straight in my bed, glaring at him. "I dare you to open them."

He laughed and stepped back, raising his hands in surrender.

Draven stepped forward, tapping Omega's shoulder. "Get the hell out, mate," he said, tilting his head towards the door.

Omega sighed. "Fine," he complained. "Be careful, he's cranky," he told me before leaving the room.

Draven scratched the back of his neck and sat beside me. "Are you okay?" he asked, carefully looking at me.

I was okay, but I couldn't forget that dream.

I just nodded in response. "Brilliant, because we need to talk," he said without any emotion.

Shit, now I was scared.

"Are you breaking up with me?" I accidentally asked, wishing I could just stay quiet.

Alya, what the actual fuck?

Draven's face instantly changed and he burst out laughing. "What? No, of course not," he said, slipping his hand into mine. "You'll always be my little rebel," he teased and gave me a peck on the lips.

Oh, my God. I could feel my face burning with heath and my heart pounding.

He is so sexy.

I have nothing else to say.

Pure sexiness.

"Okay, then I can go first," I finally said and he nodded, letting me speak. "Draven, I had this really weird dream. I was with someone and he told me he was amazed I haven't noticed I was a Sybil before," I said, frowning.

To my surprise, his entire body stiffened and he stared at me with nothing, but pure terror.

He looked away and mumbled a series of curses before he stood up and went to the other side of the room.

We were in silence for a long time.

"What else can you tell me about this dream?" he asked, breaking the tension.

I closed my eyes and tried my best to focus.

"We were in front of a humongous silver building with... crystal windows," I frowned, eyes still closed. "He said he knows I liked it there because it's impossible not to. Everything was so bright."

Suddenly, he grabbed my face. I shot my eyes open and drowned in his emerald stones.

He looked shocked and like he was shitting his pants.

"Alya, can you do one thing for me?" he asked, still holding my face. I nodded, speechless. "Listen to me closely and don't say anything before I'm completely finished, alright?"

I nodded once again, not able to make my tongue work.

Why was he being so serious? That was definitely a side of Draven I haven't met before.

And I thought I would never have to.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before looking at me again. "That dream, it will become a reality. It will happen," he talked slowly. "The place you saw, it's Heaven and it exists. You were talking to an angel."

I opened my eyes in shock. "That means... Hell is real and-"

"Demons exist," he finished my sentence.

I got up from the bed and began to walk in circles around the room. "I remember now. I had dreams like this before," I said, talking fast. My mind was working like crazy. "I had a dream about you. I saw you in the woods on my seventeenth birthday and you were begging for help. I saw us in the Police Station."

He wrapped his strong arms around me and we sat on the bed again.

"Calm down, Al," he said seriously.

"What is a Sybil, Draven?"

He sighed. "You're Sybil, a female prophet. Your existence has been waited for," he said and looked away.

I cupped his chin and looked into his eyes, which were filled with concern. "There is something else, isn't it?"

He nodded, closing his eyes. "I'm going to become the Devil," he whispered.

My body stiffened in his embrace once I processed the words that came out of his mouth.

The Devil.

All those jokes he made, they weren't jokes.

He was being serious.

"Your hands are scarred from murder and yet, I trust them completely," was all I could say.

It was terrifying and amazing at the same time how I actually felt right now.

I wasn't scared, no.

I was even more in love with him.

He suddenly chuckled. "Hey, at least I'm not addicted to cocaine."

I looked at him, trying to stay serious, but I couldn't.

We both choked on laughter, laying in my bed.

"Do you know what, Aquaboy?" I asked as he stroked my hair, gazing into my eyes. "Heroes and villains, we're all somewhere in between."

He smiled at my comforting words. "And what about me and you? Chaos is about to be released."

"I accept chaos," I simply said, kissing him.

He grabbed my cheek and kissed me back with passion.

But there was one image I couldn't forget about. The guy in my dreams.

I pulled away, frowning. "Hey, baby, what's wrong?" he asked with concern.

"The guy in my dream... it was Sawyer," I said, stretching my words. Once I realized what I said, we both got up from the bed. "He's an-"

Omega suddenly invaded my room, a whole bucket of emotions on his face.

We looked at him as he panted, trying to get to the air.

"Guys, when did you plan on informing me there is a fucking angel here?"

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