Disclaimer: I have no right over the Prophecy franchise, the movies, the characters and whatnot. Nor am I versed in the mythology of the movies as a whole.
Author's Note: The following fanfic is a sequel to "Second Chances". I didn't really intend to do a sequel (heck, I hadn't intended to make a sequel out of the prequel), but here it is. Allison and John are two characters that don't really leave my head and, well, there seems to be a story they want to tell. I'm really not sure where this is going and I don't like to publish things until they're finished, but...I'll take the risk, mainly because I feel like taking the risk. Allison's getting to me, I think...hopefully in a good way.
Prologue
The world seems strange to her now – almost alien. She's not an angel, she's not a fallen angel, but she feels different, changed, in spirit yet not in body.
She's meant to roam the world as…what? A ghost? An echo? She's able to travel onto holy ground – which she discovered, when she actually dared to step into a church – and she even found the doorway to hell – actually, she didn't find it, but rather was led to it, pulled by his scent.
That's when she knew she wasn't human, not quite. She couldn't be. Not when she could feel him – he's darkness, like the sense of foreboding, like the coming of an earthquake, of the kind of natural disaster some would run from but she simply walked through it and felt no fear.
Giving up heaven wasn't difficult to do – she's glad she never even had the chance to walk in or else, she would've had a harder time saying no.
She had unfinished business and, to make it worse, being in heaven would've forced her to pick a side.
And that's where Michael had played his part.
"I thought I'd be lucky to get Saint Peter, but to have a couple of archangels is pretty surprising, and scary," she had admitted, knowing full-well what the gates before her meant.
Saint Peter had been there, somber, unsure if to let her in or not. His instructions had been simple...let her in if she wanted access, but to not open the gates. She would enter them as a human, walk them as a nephalim and kneel before Him to join the ranks of His angels. Saint Peter told her as such and, as she took a look around, she saw the shadow of other angels, none of them welcoming, but Gabriel stood by her side, smiling. Michael, however, stood aside, looking neutral at best, and that is what had piqued her curiosity.
"What do you think?" She would've asked John, normally, but he wasn't there, for obvious reasons.
"I think you have a choice, nephalim."
"The war..." She started, looking at the clouds around them, the angels heard wailing in the distance, still rebelling.
"It will happen again," his face betrayed no emotion.
"Can we stop it?" She could hear it, even from far away, the cries were there, and the longer she stood here, the more she could feel it...something else...something cold.
"We can't," Gabriel started, looking over to Michael, his smile as terrifying as it was when they first met.
Michael picked up where he left off, "Angels do His bidding. We cannot intervene in the world of man. There may be those rebelling against Him, disturbing the order of heaven, but here, we cannot undo what He has created. We can simply...rebel."
"So it's going to keep happening? In a loop? For all eternity," she shuddered through her words.
"Yes," Michael murmured, "humanity, however, has had a way of...altering things. Of bringing forth prophecies necessary to restore what once was."
She swallowed, "But I'm dead...I died. I can't go back."
"Can't you?" Gabriel stood in front of her and put his hand on her heart – she felt it beat – and with that, she took a step back, and another, and another, until she was falling, falling so fast and so long that she had almost forgotten what she had fallen for.
John.
No, not just John. She would go to him, that she had known even then, but deep within her soul, she knew she had a mission, one that would rival his own.
Even now, she doesn't have the heart to tell him what it is.
By now, it is clear that she has given up the life she had as Hope, she has nothing else; however, being the girlfriend of the root of all evil has its perks.
John finds her an identity, a home, a job, and there she bides her time, patiently, awaiting for the next step.
The one that might restore heaven to its former glory, bring peace to the trapped souls and challenge Lucifer himself by saving everyone...perhaps even him.