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Chelsea changed into her own clothes as quickly as she could. She handed the clothes to Emma so she could buy them. She just wanted to get home. She wanted someone to tell her it was going to be alright. She wanted Azrael to tell her it was going to be alright.

They walked to the car and got in. That was when she started to cry. Emma reached over to her, trying to comfort her.

“He’ll be fine. He’s been imprisoned before and he escaped,” Emma said softly.

“But this isn’t just imprisonment, he’s going to be killed,” Chelsea sobbed.

Emma, not knowing what to say or do, turned the key and the engine roared to life.

When she pulled up outside the house, Chelsea was crying silently. Chelsea opened the door automatically and followed her mother into the house. She ran up the stairs to her room straight away.

Tears were still streaming when she fell asleep.

 

Soft whispering made Chelsea stir. She opened her eyes slowly. She sat up and turned her bedside lamp on. A girl was sat on the end of her bed. She looked about fifteen but Chelsea had learned that looks were deceiving.

“I’m Maria,” said the girl. “You must be Chelsea.”

“Why are you in my room?” Chelsea asked groggily.

“Dragon and I were sent here by Asmodeus.”

Maria turned to the door. Chelsea looked too. A boy, who too looked around fifteen, was leaning against the wood.

“Where is Asmodeus?” asked Chelsea, waking up a bit.

“He’s getting told off by your mum,” said Dragon.

“She’s not very happy about any of this.”

“You told her?” asked Maria.

“She already knew. Azrael–” Then she remembered and started to cry all over again.

“Asmodeus heard what happened not long ago. He was going to take you to appeal if you wanted,” said Maria.

“I can do that?”

“Of course. You’re pregnant with his children, of course you can. Angels may be strict but they’re in no way unjust.”

Chelsea nodded, filled with new hope. She could save him.

“Do you know what he was charged with?” she asked.

“Treason mainly, I think,” said Dragon.

“Treason?”

“His little deal with Asmodeus.”

“Oh.”

There was shouting coming from downstairs.

“You’re putting her in danger!” shouted Emma.

“She can make her own decisions!” Asmodeus shouted back.

“You’re influencing her!”

“Why would I do that?!”

Chelsea looked concerned.

“You don’t need to worry; Asmodeus won’t hurt her,” said Maria.

“It wasn’t her I was worried about,” Chelsea replied.

Maria smiled. “Your mother has a sharp tongue but that’s nothing Asmodeus can’t deal with.” She glanced at Dragon, who smiled knowingly. Chelsea wasn’t sure she wanted to know what they were smiling about.

The shouting finally stopped. Dragon moved away from the door just in time for it to open.

“We’re going,” said Asmodeus.

“Chelsea,” said Emma, “if you leave now, don’t bother coming back.”

Chelsea took Asmodeus’s hand and they disappeared with Dragon and Maria, leaving Emma shocked and guilty.

The End

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