Chelsea was stood in a fitting room in a shop. The shirt she was trying on was a bit small so she took it off and tried another one.
“Mum?” she asked quietly.
“Yes, darling?” Emma replied.
“I haven’t actually done it, you know?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”
Chelsea scowled in the mirror, not wanting to say it but it looked like she had to. “I haven’t had sex, I’m still a virgin.”
“So is having an Angel for a boyfriend and a Demon as his enemy. Azrael explained it a bit. They can make a woman pregnant simply by spending time with them,” said Chelsea.
“But if they’re Azrael’s children, that doesn’t fit one hundred percent with the prophecy.”
Chelsea stopped. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Unless what?” Chelsea asked.
“No, I’m sick and tired of people not telling me what’s going on. Unless what?” she repeated.
“Unless Azrael is destined to Fall.”
“What does that mean?”
“When an Angel Falls, they’re banished from the ranks entirely. No one is allowed anything to do with them. Usually the Fallen become Demons. Take Asmodeus for example. He was exiled first, and then banished. Then he was taken in as a Demon.”
“He only told me half the story.”
“Angels take their hierarchy and rules very seriously. More seriously than Demons in my opinion. Azrael’s quite the rebel from what I’ve heard.”
“He likes to swear.”
“That’s only part of it.”
“Chelsea,” panted someone behind her. Thankfully she was dressed.
She looked in the mirror. “Michael?”
“They’ve got him. They’ve imprisoned him. He was sentenced to banishment, but he talked back, now the sentence is death. You’ve got to help him. I can’t do anything, I’m not supposed to be here, I’ve been–” And he vanished midsentence.
“Chelsea, who’s in there with you?” asked Emma quietly.
Chelsea opened the changing room door with a look of shock on her face.
“What’s wrong?” asked Emma.
“It’s Azrael. They’ve sentenced him to death.”