The story is based on Luce and Daniel and all their friends.
What if Luce remembered her past life with Daniel this time around? What if she even remembered her time in haven as an angel?
Can she keep it a secret from Daniel and the others till she finds a way to get them all into haven again?
THIS IS A FANFICTION ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED TO LAUREN KATE ALL THE CHARACTERS AND LOCATIONS ARE HERS I DONT OWN ANYTHING.
Prologue
FALLING
First there was silence—
In the space between Heaven and the Fall, deep in the unknowable distance, there was a moment when the glorious hum of Heaven disappeared and was replaced by a silence so profound that lucinda's soul strained to make out any noise.
Then came the feeling of falling—a drop even her wings couldn't prevent, as if the Throne had attached moons to them. They hardly beat, and when they did, it made noimpact on her fall.
Where was she going? There was nothing before her and nothing behind. Nothing up and nothing down.
Only thick darkness, and the blurry outline of what was left of her soul.
In the absence of sound, her imagination took over. It filled lucinda's head with something beyond sound, something inescapable: the haunting words of their curse.
You will die . . . You will never pass out of adolescence—will die again and again and again at precisely the moment when you remembers your choice.
You will never truly be together.
It was Lucifer's foul imprecation, his embittered ad-dendum to the Throne's sentence passed in the Heavenly Meadow.
Death and adolescence: the two absolutes in Lucifer's Curse. Neither meant a thing to Her. All She knew was that being separated from Her love was not a punishment she could endure. They had to be together.
"Daniel!" She shouted.
Her soul should have warmed at the very thought of him, but there was only aching absence, an abundance of what was not.
She could neither see nor sense anyone else.
Before this moment, she had never been alone. Now Lucinda felt like the last angel in all the worlds.
Don't think like that. You'll lose yourself.
She tried to hold on . . . Daniel, the Roll Call, Lucifer, the choice . . . but as she fell, it grew harder to remember. What, for instance, were the last words she'd heard spoken by the Throne—
The Gates of Heaven . . .
The Gates of Heaven are . . .
She could not remember what came next, could only remember darkness.
The pain of separation from her soul mate coursed through Lucinda suddenly, sharp and brutal. She moaned wordlessly, her mind clouded over, and suddenly, fright-eningly, she couldn't remember why.
She tumbled onward, down through denser black-ness.
She could no longer see or feel or recall how she had ended up here, nowhere, hurtling through nothing-ness—toward where? For how long?
Her memory sputtered and faded. It was harder and harder to recall those words spoken by the angel in the white meadow who had looked so much like . . .
Who had the angel resembled? And what had he said that was so important?
Lucinda did not know, did not know anything anymore.
Only that she was tumbling through an endless void.
She was filled with an urge to find something . . . someone.
An urge to feel whole again . . .
But there was only darkness inside darkness—
Silence drowning out her thoughts—
A nothing that was everything.
Lucinda fell.