Dante's face glowing ominously blue from devil-craft, hovered over my own as I struggled against his impossible strength. My vision sapped at the edges, and I felt the acidic sting of his enchanted blade grazing the soft flesh of my stomach. 'This is it' I thought; surely this would be where my life would end. I would never see Patch again. The finality of those words tore my heart once more before it would literally be cut in two. I grit my teeth and prepared for the worst; realizing death would be a better fate than an eternity without Patch.
I awoke in a cold sweat, lurching up in bed. My breath coming in short, rapid gasps. Immediately I felt Patch's strong arms around my waist.
"Angel? What's wrong?" His hands moved from my waist to the sides of my face, turning me to look at him. He grasped my cheeks in his hands and searched my face for some sort of recognition. I threw my arms around his neck and sobbed into him. Part of my sobs were relief that he was really here with me, and another part was from the utter terror of my reoccurring nightmare.
It had been almost 4 years since that fateful day. Patch and I had learned all of the dark truths in the Nephillim's "secret society." Even the once heroic archangels seemed to turn their heads to the sadistic scenarios of Earth. All of them that is besides 2; Pepper Friberg, and Detective Basso. Patch and I had convinced Pepper to steal all of the fallen angels feathers from heaven, hoping it would give the Nephillim; my army, and edge up in this endless war. After gaining the feathers, instead of waiting around for me to collect them, his reputation preceded him. He fled like a coward, leaving all the feathers and behind. After Marcie had infiltrated Patch's old studio under Delphic amusement park, where Pepper had agreed to meet, she took it upon herself to do my dirty work. She burned all of the feathers; including Patch's. It was then I knew, deep in the pit of my everlasting soul that Patch was gone from me forever. It wasn't until Vee had talked me out of my sorrow that I finally went to duel Dante like planned. When we arrived at the Coldwater cemetery, I could sense something was wrong. Dante had opened the gates of hell, letting free all of the fallen angels I had wished to destroy. After fighting me, and almost succeeding in my death, thanks to a blade enchanted with none other than devil-craft of course, Scott Parnell stepped in to save the day. He gave the ultimate sacrifice that day. He died to save me, but in doing so he let me kill Dante. After all of these unruly events took hold, it was then that I saw the form searching frantically through the graveyard, covered in freshly massacred corpses. I called out the only name that I hoped would make a difference; Patch. We were reunited, he had found his way back to me by possessing Rixon's body. He never swore the oath of faith to Dante, so he didn't meet the same fate as all the other decaying fallen angels. Patch had once again found a loop hole to bring him back to me. It was then and there that we swore and oath to each other. We swore to always love and protect one another, no matter the cost. After Detective Basso told me to make my next oath through my scar on my wrist, the blood that mingled between Patch and I had caused a miracle to happen. Patch could feel. He could feel me for the first time in his life. Since that day we have never looked back.
When Patch had finally soothed away all of my worries, and I had wiped the last tear from my eyes I realized how grateful I was to have him.
"Patch, I can still feel that pain. So real, so tangible; it's like it all happened yesterday. I know it was a long time ago but this dream is slowly killing me. I can't lose you all over again, even if it is a dream…" He rubbed my back in slow circles, my head pressed against his hard chest.
"I know Angel; if I knew you wouldn't be angry with me, I'd forever erase that memory from your mind. I hate seeing this happen to you Nora. You're my girl." He pushed my shoulders back and kissed me hard on the mouth. All of my worries dissolved into the feel of his lips on mine. Hungrily I met his kiss, throwing in my own passion. My need for him was off the charts, and I clenched my fists into his dark hair. We slowly parted and his lips were at my ear. "You will never lose me again. Now that all of this is over, and has been for a long time, we can really be together. You and I Nora; we have a whole eternity before us." He held me tightly and slowly lowered me back into the silken sheets of our new bed. "Get some sleep Angel, I have a surprise for you tomorrow." I rolled over and tucked myself into the curve of Patch's body. I snuggled as close as I could, fearing that if I didn't he would vanish into a puff of smoke.
"Goodnight Patch; I love you." I could feel him loosen behind me, and I could sense the smile playing on his lips.
"I love you too Nora." And then I gave in to my dreams.
