Hello everyone! Here is the next chapter. It follows briefly after the previous one, continuing in Heaven.

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"I don't feel good, Ambriel." Celeste held a hand to her head and held the other across her waist, gripping the fabric of her white dress tightly.

"Why?" Bri stopped walking and looked at Celeste.

"This whole thing is probably about me and Uriel's sword." Celeste took a shaky breath.

"I doubt it." Bri comforted her.

"What if I fall?!" Celeste cried out.

"Trust me. You're already sorry for what you did. Things can't be that bad." Bri tried to lift Celeste's spirits.

"You're right." Celeste took a deep breath and the two continued walking.

The two walked together into a large room, which was mostly white, with some light grays and some gold. Some angels had already filled in some seats in the large, auditorium-like room. Celeste and Bri settled into seats in a middle row.

The whiteness would be blinding to humans, but to angels it was a daily dose.

Bri brushed invisible dust of her dress, waiting for the event to start.

"Ambriel." Bri turned at the sound of a handsome and kind voice.

"Michael." Bri stood and smiled, then hugged the archangel.

"How are you?" He asked after awkwardly, and trying not to be rude, tried to get out of Ambriel's grasp. He regained his composure and higher standing since they were in public.

"Good. You?" She asked.

"Good." He half-smiled.

"You're looking quite dapper in that suit." Bri complimented Michael on his white suit, which fit him perfectly.

"Why, thank you. You look gorgeous in that dress." Michael replied, quietly.

"Thank you. Talk to you later?" Bri offered, since both noticed the event was about to start.

"For sure." Michael nodded, walking up to the front where his seat was.

A loud gong sounded, ringing only once, and silenced any conversations, some mid-word.

Michael took Father's place and called the meeting to order as he sat down on Father's throne.

"Brothers and Sisters," his heavenly voice rang out, "a matter of concern had come forth and I will address it." He waved a hand and two angels brought forth a third, who was in chains.

"Zaphkiel. You are charged with treason and selling secrets to the enemy. Do you acknowledge these charges?"

"Yes, Brother." Zaphkiel bowed his head.

Bri could have sworn she saw a smirk on Zaphkiel face.

"Let the accuser come forth." Michael ordered.

"Yes, Brother." Baradiel stood up from his front seat.

"State your official accusation." Michael asked.

"I accuse Zaphkiel of treason and selling secrets to the enemy." Baradiel answered.

"Are these accusations true, Baradiel?" Michael asked.

"Yes, Brother." Baradiel nodded.

"And what proof do you possess?" Michael inquired.

"I witnessed Zaphkiel summoning a demon and informing it of the identity of an angel's vessel. That angel was later slain by the demon down below." Baradiel explained.

Bri's hand flew to her mouth to silence a gasp.

"Is this true?" Michael asked.

"Yes." Baradiel confirmed.

"Zaphkiel. Have you committed this crimes?" Michael turned to the accused.

"Yes, Brother." Zaphkiel lowered his head slightly.

"Are you truly sorry for what you have done?" Michael asked.

A loud, booming, and maniacal laughter echoed throughout the room. The sound bounced around the room until Bri finally located the source. It was Zaphkiel.

All of the angels in the room were taken aback.

"No!" Zaphkiel stopped laughing to answer the question. "I am not sorry and I never will be!"

"My Brother, I forgive you but since you are not regretful of your actions, I must cast you down." Michael announced.

Stunned silence rippled throughout the room.

"I take from you your grace," Michael paused, lifting a hand. Zaphkiel writhed in pain and then collapsed to his knees. "And I take from you your wings!" Michael flicked his wrist, and Zaphkiel's wings were ripped right out of his back. The beautiful wings burned and shriveled up into ash, dispersing onto the ground.

Bri felt her own wings twitch, the feathers rustle, and the muscles at the base of the wings on her back contract. The feathers started as pure white on the top and faded to red on the bottom on her wings. For her, it signaled the amount of blood that she spilled. She looked at the other wings around her. Some were almost completely red, others barely had red on the tips. Zaphkiel's were at least half red.

Zaphkiel took heaving breaths as he uneasily pulled himself to his feet.

"Is that… all?" Zaphkiel yelled out the last word.

"Zaphkiel," Michael paused but continued with a loud, commanding voice, "I cast you down to the pits of damned Hell, never to return to this sacred Heaven!" Michael moved his whole arm wide and Zaphkiel shrieked as he fell out of Heaven and into the depths of Hell, never to be in God's good graces again.

Bri could have sworn it was laughter that she heard.

About an hour after, Bri was outside the large building, looking for Celeste. Bri dialed her number on her cell phone.

"Hey, where are you?" Bri asked.

"Hey, sorry. I couldn't handle it. I needed some air." Celeste shakily replied.

"Well, where are you now?" Bri asked.

"On Earth." Celeste replied.

"Where on Earth?" Bri wanted her answer to be specific.

"Tibet." Celeste replied.

"Tibet!" Bri sighed. "Tibet. Why are you in Tibet?"

"Peace and quiet. No one's really around." Celeste replied.

"Well do you want me to meet you somewhere?" Bri offered.

"No, no. It's fine. I just need to be alone for a bit." Celeste rejected it.

"Alright." Bri sighed quietly. "Just don't shave your head."

Celeste laughed slightly. "I won't. Talk to you soon."

"See you lat-" Bri was cut off as she ended the call.

A sharp pain blossomed in her right side. She felt a blade go in. Bri moved away before any more damage could be done. She turned around to see a familiar face.

"No…" She whispered under her breath, not believing what she saw.

Bri world felt like it was collapsing around her as the angel standing over her recited a temporary banishment incantation.

"How could you…?" Bri asked as the angel finished.

Bri felt like she was being pulled backwards. Then it felt like she was falling.

And she was.

She fell down to Earth, clutching her right side with her left hand, letting her cell phone disappear to a safe place. Blood poured from the wound. It seeped through her dress and stained her fingers.

Bri passed through clouds, layers and layers of them.

She peered over her own shoulder to see how much time she had left until impact.

It wasn't much.

She squeezed her eyes shut, small tears escaping from the corners.

Bri waited patiently until the end, thinking of only one person.

Dean.

And then everything stopped.


Well, yes a cliffhanger. Sorry, but you're just going to have to wait to find out what happens.

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