I died. That's all there is to it. I had to jump in front of her. I couldn't let Amy die. I just couldn't. I love her. I love her like Daniel loves Lucinda.
Lucifer was mad. He gave up Lucinda, revoked his curse. He accepted she'd never love him. But he expected his followers to remain loyal to him, to never fall in love. I broke that agreement when I met Amy.
The Throne made an exception for the Demons. If we fall in love as a demon, and we are killed, we have a choice to either come back to Heaven or become dust.
I picked Heaven. It's the only way I can watch over her.
I Promised Her Forever.
The night it happened, we were going out to dinner. She knew I was a Fallen Angel, a Demon. It was one of the very first things I told her about myself. And she accepted that. I loved her from that moment on.
That night. I had proposed to her. I promised her forever. I even gave her a diamond ring.
It happened after I dropped her off at her house. I know she was busy calling all of her friends and her mom and dad to tell them the good news. Even my mind was wrapped up in the thought and happiness of being with her forever.
If it hadn't been, if I'd been paying more attention, I could have gotten out of the way or Lucifer's starshot. I didn't see it until the last moment, but it was already too late.
I never made it home.
