NaokiX checking in. How is everyone? I hope you're all well. I've been eating up a lot of new ideas for future projects, and I hope all of you enjoy them. Thank you very much for supporting me! Please enjoy the rest of 'Angel'!

Ahem. Before we begin, here's a nice widdle thoughy-wought. Marth's passage into the heavens was inspired by Yuna's first dressphere transformation. The prophecy is going to be completed...when Marth finally takes his place as Altea's savior. This is probably going to be the shortest entry yet. Please enjoy!

Theme of 'Angel's Flame': 'The Sending' of Final Fantasy X OST

No matter where you go...my heart will always be with yours. Even if we're torn apart, our hearts will always soar together...in an eternal bond.

I love you. I shall always love you...even after my last breath draws itself from my body.

I love you...my dearest miracle...

The temple's blue aura transformed itself into an iridescent gold painting. The crystallized pyreflies drenched themselves in the ever flowing rivers of golden serenity, greeting the arrival of their dreams with open arms. Each pyrefly met the eternal ocean of gold with a smile upon its soul, for each of them were finally about to fall into the dream they had waited so long for. Their Savior had finally arrived to liberate them; that was the cause of their happiness. The walls fell into golden blankets, the skies above them became immaculate oceans of starlight, and even the ground went through an incandescent transformation. The spirits of Altea's past were embracing their angel, the one they had spent an eternity waiting for...and their embrace was a luminous one, an embrace filled with everlasting joy and pride.

The altering qualities of the temple failed to attract the attention of Pharae's sovereign. Roy's heart was glued to the empyrean angel, and they were glued to him with incomparable valiance. If the sky had fallen at that very moment, it would have failed to capture his attention; his very soul was focused on Marth, and nothing else. His angel seemed to be afraid of losing him...and the sovereign hated seeing his heart in pain. The desire to lose Marth was not present in the young king's heart, but he knew he had to be strong...for the one he cherished. His angel's soul was shivering; he wanted to give Marth the strength he needed.

The celestial seraph took one last look at his lover. His blue oceans were filled with immortal pain, but at the same time, they were filled with a depth of love that could never be equaled. Pristine dewdrops were still streaming from those oceans, and each dewdrop carried the promise of eternity's warmth within its chambers. There was a smile upon the seraph's face, but it was not a smile of pure joy. It was a heart-rending blend of happiness, appreciation and sorrow; a blend that burned itself into the hearts of its witnesses. Soren, Wolt and Allen dashed to Roy's side as soon as Marth turned away, not wanting to face what the future held.

Soren placed his hands on Roy's shoulders. The young advisor held his dearest friend close, unable to endure the suffering of his precious sovereign. Roy's face was calm and happy, but those emotions betrayed his heart; the sovereign was suffering, and he was suffering badly. Wolt's face dashed into Soren's with alarming speed-the archer sensed the pain of his sovereign, and was also unable to endure it.

"Soren! What's going to happen? Marth's not leaving, is he?"

Soren's face was grim. He looked like a historian that had just discovered the world was in the middle of Armageddon. Not a single word drew itself from his lips, but his heart spoke loud and clear. His facial expression did a perfect job of conveying his heart's emotions, and it failed to soften Wolt's sorrow. The faithful archer took his sovereign's right hand and squeezed it tightly, bearing the warm devotion of a fretful father. Roy was aware of their concern, but refused to acknowledge it; for if he did, his soul would crumble. He kept his eyes on Marth...

...who was about to embrace the heavens.

I'll find you...no matter how long it takes.

My heart will find yours...even if your heart is thrown into another galaxy.

I love you-I swore to shield you with my very soul.

I love you, my angel...my beloved star...the very breath of my soul.

The seraph's arms rose into the calm skies. Topaz blue ribbons wrapped themselves around him, as the sacred hymn continued to drift into his trembling heart. The skies became incandescent portals as soon as the beams of light covered their seraph's body, and each ribbon carried him far into the heavens. His translucent wings left behind starlit rivers, which carried the auras of a thousand embraces. The rivers pierced the hearts of the seraph's companions, and instilled devastation into all of their souls.

He was gone.

Silence crashed into the temple like a thunderstorm.

It struck all of their hearts with merciless, excruciating force.

The temple returned to its normal state...

...and the heavens embraced the arrival of their seraph.

The night held a strong vigil over the remaining hearts...as a cold, desolate wind howled through the temple.

He was gone.

Soren, Wolt and Allen held their dearest friend close to their hearts, sobbing and sobbing...

Their hearts spilled out the deepest devotion and sorrow...their souls cried out in pain...

...but the one they tried to reach was lost in his own realm of pain.

I promised you...that I'd be strong.

I told you that I'd be your wings, your fire...

I want to be the strength that guides you...

So why is my heart...breaking...

"Oh gods...Marth..."

You're gone...

I told you I'd find you, but...will I be able to endure a single DAY without you?

"Marth..."

In the world of Charon, only two things could be heard during the remainder of the night:

Sorrowful winds...and the cries of a heartbroken sovereign.