The tears burned faintly on Celeste’s once human skin. She covered her face and tucked her dove-like wings close to her body as another explosion rocked the ground. Stroking the cold grip of her handgun, she shivered. Clouds of smoke obscured the sun, and a misty rain fell from the heavens, as though God himself was crying over the brutal sacrifice of his angels. Celeste peered through the crack at the bottom of the wall and stared at the ominous shapes of the battle between the angels and demons. Celeste took a deep breath and wished the sun would rise and thus spare her the day ahead. No pain she had experienced amounted to the memories that haunted her. She had been afraid to return to this place after she and Azazel were forced apart seven years ago when they had sinned against God for their forbidden love.

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Feminist journalist and writer advocating for social change. Poetry is my creative form of expression. https://theauthortoria.com/

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