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   When the word “Heaven” is brought up, generally, people think “white and pearly gates”. But as Dmitri stepped forward into the Hall of God, it was a golden white throne before him, not gates.
   And there sat The Creator.
   Dmitri closed his crystal blue eyes. His tall, athletic body kneeled before The Creator. His pale skin glistened in the light, and his blond hair, falling beneath his eyes, is pushed back as his body lightly falls to kneel before his master. Majestic white wings starting from his shoulder blades; identify him as an angel.
   “Alexia Morrison is now your priority,” boomed the voice of The Creator. “No harm must come to her. You know the rules, no contact. I am giving you another, but last chance.” His voice echoed throughout the hall.
   “Yes, of course. I understand my Lord.” Dmitri replied.
   And with that, he stood up, and walked out of the room.

   Then, in the darkest pits of hell, a beautiful woman is standing before a clear crystal mirror, almost liquid. Her pale skin stands out in the captivating darkness. Her body was one that every modern super model would kill for. Her pitch black hair falls down to her lower back and through her deep purple eyes, mortal myths describing them as "lifeless", she gazes at a man in the mirror standing with a woman carrying a baby and a little boy, around the age of six, clinging to the woman’s leg. The woman dropped the baby into a broken cradle. The vision faded and a small tear ran down the dark angel’s face.
   Out of the shadows, a man’s hand reached to lie on the woman’s shoulder. She jumped.
   “Lucifer!” She cried. Her voice was soft but shrill. “M-my Lord…” she corrected. “I-I didn’t see you there…”
   “Sophia, my dear sister… Why do you linger over this child? You might have conceived her, but you will never be her mother. Aaron will do as they please with the infant. You must let her out of your mind. It was never meant to be… Come now; we have important matters to attend to.” Lucifer took her hand and pulled her away.
   As he pulled her, Sophia looked back at the clear silver mirror, and another tear ran down her face. To afraid to speak, she thought what Lucifer would want to be her last about her daughter. She tried to scream it out.
   Goodbye Alexia… I will always love you…

Description
   When the word “Heaven” is brought up, generally, people think “white and pearly gates”. But as Dmitri stepped forward into the Hall of God, it was a golden white throne before him, not gates.
   And there sat The Creator.
   Dmitri closed his crystal blue eyes. His tall, athletic body kneeled before The Creator. His pale skin glistened in the light, and his blond hair, falling beneath his eyes, is pushed back as his body lightly falls to kneel before his master. Majestic white wings starting from his shoulder blades; identify him as an angel.
   “Alexia Morrison is now your priority,” boomed the voice of The Creator. “No harm must come to her. You know the rules, no contact. I am giving you another, but last chance.” His voice echoed throughout the hall.
   “Yes, of course. I understand my Lord.” Dmitri replied.
   And with that, he stood up, and walked out of the room.

   Then, in the darkest pits of hell, a beautiful woman is standing before a clear crystal mirror, almost liquid. Her pale skin stands out in the captivating darkness. Her body was one that every modern super model would kill for. Her pitch black hair falls down to her lower back and through her deep purple eyes, mortal myths describing them as "lifeless", she gazes at a man in the mirror standing with a woman carrying a baby and a little boy, around the age of six, clinging to the woman’s leg. The woman dropped the baby into a broken cradle. The vision faded and a small tear ran down the dark angel’s face.
   Out of the shadows, a man’s hand reached to lie on the woman’s shoulder. She jumped.
   “Lucifer!” She cried. Her voice was soft but shrill. “M-my Lord…” she corrected. “I-I didn’t see you there…”
   “Sophia, my dear sister… Why do you linger over this child? You might have conceived her, but you will never be her mother. Aaron will do as they please with the infant. You must let her out of your mind. It was never meant to be… Come now; we have important matters to attend to.” Lucifer took her hand and pulled her away.
   As he pulled her, Sophia looked back at the clear silver mirror, and another tear ran down her face. To afraid to speak, she thought what Lucifer would want to be her last about her daughter. She tried to scream it out.
   Goodbye Alexia… I will always love you…