The air crackled with divine energy as Selene stood atop the ruined cathedral, her mind racing. Asrael had been taken. The celestial armies were closing in. She had to move—now.
A shadow flickered behind her.
"You're running out of time," a voice murmured.
Selene turned sharply. Out of the shadows came a tall person in armor made of obsidian. Dagon. Curiosity, which was more harmful than amusement, was burning in the demon prince's eyes.
I didn't summon you, "replied Selene icily.
Dragon smiled. Nevertheless, here i am. It's up to you, little seraph. Side with me, and I will ensure your survival."
Selene clenched her fists. "You mean you'll use me. Just like Heaven. Just like Hell."
Dagon laughed. "You're learning. But consider this—Raphael leads Heaven's charge. Do you think he'll grant you mercy?"
As if summoned by name, a deafening explosion tore through the sky. Golden wings cut through the smoke. Raphael, clad in celestial armor, descended with righteous fury.
"Selene," he intoned, voice like thunder. "Surrender now. The longer you resist, the worse this will be."
Selene met his gaze. He had been one of the first to call for her destruction. But there was something else in his eyes now—hesitation.
"Why do you care so much, Raphael?" she asked. "Are you afraid I might prove Heaven wrong?"
His grip tightened on his spear. "You are an anomaly. A danger to balance itself."
"Balance?" Dagon scoffed. "Is that what you call the chains wrapped around you?"
Raphael ignored him. "I won't ask again, Selene. Come willingly, or I will end this."
Dagon leaned in, whispering in Selene's ear. "Heaven will never accept you. But I will."
Selene stood between two forces, each offering her a fate she did not want. Her heart pounded. No more running. No more being a pawn.
She took a deep breath and made her choice.
The heavens roared in response.