Chapter 9(( decision time))

"I will follow him. My rightful place is by his side. I know it will cause dis loyalty to all Angel's and to my father, but, My heart... it calls to the one I love, and so because of that, I will always follow him." Celeste was looking down throughout all of this. It seemed the decision did hurt her to say more then she was letting on.

Do people always give up the one thing they love and treasure more then anything else for the people they truely love all the time? Is this sacrafice justified? It has to be... With me by his side I can protect him from Angelo, for I am sure he will be after him, knowing that I chose him over the city of Angels... I'm sure alot of Angels will be after him. But then, do they have the right to be after him. It was my choice to follow my love. Twas My own free will. A free will that was granted by our lords messenger the seriphim herself.

Celeste faced the Seriphim infront of her. Her eyes moving towards the seriphims face slowly. "I have made my choice." Determination in her face and the way she stood she did not move a muscle or stare away from the magnificent being. She did not care that she saw nothing but sorrow in the seriphim's face. She had Made her choice. She was to now be with the man she loved. She was to be with her King Dacien. The king of all the vampires.

The seriphim seized to float and instead walked towards the young Angel. "Your wish is granted, you may return with your lover to the main land. Be sure to hold strong and true, no matter the harshness of that world. You are a human now, and so you will have only one chance at this one life, you will not reincarnate like other humans. Once you are gone, your soul will seize to exsist. It is a harsh fate to pay, but if this man is worth all you say he is worth... then I am sure you are making the right decision."

With one hand on Celsete's head she poured out a pure glow of light and love which engulfed Celsete's body.

As the glow dimmed Celeste was no longer an Angel, her hair was black with no other colours, her eyes a dim blue of what it used to be. Her back bare and her skin snow white.

She was no Angel but she was a beauty like no other. Her long lashed eyes flicked open.

Confusion mingling her thoughts as she looked around her. Where am I?

Her thoughts swirling, were her eyes playing tricks or was she not in the realm of Angels anymore. She looked up from her kneeling position, to see wastage sitting lazily beside her.

With one slender arm she pulled herself up. She was not in the Angel's realm anymore. She was in a back alley of 18th Century England London. And she was completely naked.

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