Chapter 8 (( The Entrance to Hell))

Celeste's Eye wide with fear looked from right to left, behind the crack of the door. She took all of her surroundings in. This place, she had barely stumbled on, was like the gateway to ones personal Hell. Or maybe, Heaven's personal Hell.

What she was seeing was the poor unsettled souls of Angels that had died down here... recapturing the dreadful years of war, over and over and over again, like a film reel that had gone wrong and was looping itself.

Celeste held her terror, in trying to force herself not to scream out in agony. *Why... Why did it have to happen?* She thought to herself with such sorrow.

Her eyes were stinging again. She felt the erge to move into the looping room. The Angels that were suited up for battle, with red tunics and Gold armour were brandishing swords at undeniable evil forms. The forms of demons, looked like nothing more but smokey dogs with red gleaming eyes. claw like tallons swipeing at the Angels, long and thick as twigs. Long and sharp enough to dismember there openents... To Celeste's horror, some of the Angels had to suffer that exact fate. Others had there wings skimmed off by the evil beings claws... branding them useless and mortal.

She couldn't take her eyes away from the bloody battle. The blood some how merging in with the red sunset of the background. Only this sunset did not look beautiful. It looked Deadly, and sinister. The sky itself to mortal eyes would whisper that war was above them. Screaming death to pure good Angels everywhere.

Eyes filled with tears and spilling over her dry with old salty tear streaked cheeks,Celeste was about to open the door wider, to try and save her amcestors from further torment. When suddenly a force so strong, made the door to which she was prying, slam shut suddenly, and become locked.

Celete screamed in agony, trying her hardest to open the door. When she finally realised that her attempts to free the souls were futile, she swung around fast to see who was behind her.

Her eyes filled with such hatred to being denied the responsibility of saving the souls. She cried out in anger at the being who floated 10 feet away from her.

"WHY!!!!????" She screamed with anger "WHY DO YOU DENY ME!!"

The being came forwards, an Angel, with eight wings, A seriphim. Celeste's eyes opened wide and she instantly fell to her knees bowing before the beautiful high Angel of the higher Heavens. One of there Gods messengers had come to her. But Seriphims were practically royalty in the heavens. Of all Angels, there was no higher honour, to be made into one, or even to be faced by one. Why would royalty come to her.. now of all times?

"Please" Celeste's voice was small and timid. "Please forgive me." Her eyes tearing up again, feeling darn right rude, she let her own wings droop around her. A sign of defeat and loyalty within Angels.

The Seriphim floated there, looking at her. Her wings magnificent and huge, and gold/white. "Stand my child" She replied softly, with love in her voice. "There is no need for such sorrow. And there is nothing you can do for the souls within there." She pointed to the room behind Celeste.

Celeste looked back at the room. As her head came back to the Seriphim, her it drooped. "I really want to help" She replied.

"The dead of the past, can not be helped. They are not here now, so we can only let them move on when they are ready. We messengers have our eyes on them my dear. We will open the portal to higher realms when they are ready. But they are not in physical pain to the injury's in which you witnessed dealt to them. It is more the Ghost of the memory to which you saw in there. Those souls are safe believe me, and the demons that you had witnessed have long been vanquished and cast away."

Celeste looked into the higher being's eyes. Celeste's eyes were pained by the trauma in which she had seen. But she tried to understand what the Seriphim was saying. She sighed, nodding she decided to take what the Seriphim had siad as fact. No Seriphim had steared anyone wrong before.

It was there job to protect and send messages from God, And protect all of Gods souls on Earth. Just like any Angels. Their jobs were more concentrated and alot more important thats all.

Their has only been one Angel that had fallen as he wanted more power, and that was the Devil himself, the only fallen Angel.

"Do I need to learn something?" Celeste asked. Realising there must be a reason that a Seriphim had been brought to her at this moment in time.

"You do not belong in this place dear child. You will be freed. God is not happy with what Has happened to you. He specifficly asked me to come help you. But he gives you a choice."

The shining Angel put up one finger, to indicate Celeste had one opportunity, and one choice, So she had to choose Carefully.

Celeste nodded feeling excited at freedom. " What does our lord ask of me?"
The Seriphim smiled lovingly, her shining blue eyes warm, her white long hair, cascading around her like whispy clouds.

"You must choose whether you would like to leave for the main land to be with the man you love and desire" She paused

Celeste's eyes widened. *They knew... of course they did, how could they not. They see everything... But... their ok with my souls choice? GOD'S Ok with my souls choice?* Her eyes started to brim with happy tears. "Whats the other?" She choked out.

" The other? Well.. To stay an Angel and become the Arch Angel we all know you were destined to be". The Seriphim fell silent.

Celeste was about to answer immediatly when, just as she was about to open her mouth The Seriphim suddenly over rode her. It was as if she had read Celeste's mind. " Be watchful though young Angel. If you choose a life on the mainland, you will lose your wings and be stripped of the title of Angel. With this, you will also be stripped of any memories of ever being an Angel and having a life in the Heavens. You will be starting completely a new. As an Mortal. A fallen Angel."

Her smile dimmed and she looked stern but sad. "Are you willing to take this risk on love?"

Celeste's eyes looked up at The Seriphim in determination. Her eyes wide and business like....

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