Rachel’s cloak fluttered as she sped through the
dark tunnel. He was there. She could feel him.
Shivering, her fingers fumbled with the heavy
material as she drew it closer to her body. Puffs of white drifted from her
mouth as she panted, trying to catch her breath. With each step she took, it
was as if her angelic powers were being drained away. She stopped and slumped
against the damp wall of the cave, unable to take another step. Could she do
this? Even if she managed to reach him, would she have any power left to save
him?
Gabrielle had warned her it would be like this,
but Rachel had dismissed her, especially when she first stepped into Hell. It
looked just like home! Lush grass and fragrant flowers lined the landscape as
far as she could see. Snowcapped mountains stood as a backdrop against the
clear blue skies—even the stream was located in the same exact spot as in
Heaven. If it wasn’t for the unnerving feeling in the pit of her stomach and
the hairs that stood on the back of her neck, she would have sworn she was
home.
Considering Lucifer held his captives at the Lake
of Fire, she had assumed Hell was a vast empty land of sweltering heat. It
wasn’t until she found the cave hidden behind a waterfall that she finally
understood what Gabrielle meant about not letting her guard down. The cave was
frigid. The icy air seemed to seep into her pores and deep into her bones,
causing her teeth to chatter uncontrollably.
She wished Gabrielle had given her more
information about what to expect. She would’ve dressed warmer. Gabrielle had
only gone once, and she had waited on the outer boundaries of the cave.
According to her, one time had been enough. It had taken her days to recover
from the experience.
Only Raphael knew what Hell was really like. He
had made Gabrielle wait for him while he bravely went through the deepest
depths of the cave to reach the lake. He was the only person she knew of who
had gone down and returned—alive.
If only she could have asked Raphael about what
to expect and how to prepare. She sighed. If she had, there was no way she
could’ve slipped away unnoticed. She would’ve been reported to Michael and more
than likely, would’ve been put on watch until it was too late.
A sob escaped her at the thought of his death.
She slapped a hand over her mouth, horrified as the sound echoed in the
darkness, bouncing off the walls. Her body shook as she wrestled with the
thought of losing him. She had to pull herself together. If she were caught, it
would be the end for both of them.
She took a re
solving breath
and pushed herself off the wall.
I can do
this. I won’t lose him.
Her feet scraped across the floor of the cave as
she trudged forward in the darkness. As she rounded a corner, she came up to a
pair of tunnels.
Which way
should I go? Her eyes watered, and she bit down on her lip, frustrated. She
was tired. So tired. If she chose the wrong one, she didn’t know if she would
be able to make it down the second. Time was running out. She had to make a
choice, now!
She was about to go down the tunnel to her left
when she heard a moan from the right.
It’s him!
She raced toward the sound with renewed energy,
and within minutes, she came into a large cavern. Heat slammed against her
body, making her cringe in pain from the abrupt change in temperature. She
stopped suddenly, her arms flailing out as she tried to regain her balance and
not fall into the molten lava that appeared right before her eyes threatening
to singe the tips of her toes.
The lake!
Immense heat blurred her vision, and she rubbed
her eyes. All she could see was a sea of red heat.
Where is he?
Searching through the haze, she finally saw a
faint figure, motionless. She blinked again and gasped when her eyes finally
focused.
No! It can’t be him.
Across the
lake, chained to the wall, naked, was the one person in her life who she
couldn’t be without. The one person for whom she would defy the orders of the
most high of archangels just so she could save him.
Uriel.
Tears spilled down her heated cheeks as she took
in his once magnificent body, scorched by the lava that splashed onto his skin.
His beautiful downy-white wings were now a grotesque black. With each movement
he made, feathers turned to ash and fluttered lifelessly to the ground.
“Uriel,” she croaked.
Uriel lifted his head, and pained eyes looked
back at her, a startling blue against the black of his charred face. “No,” he
groaned. “Leave. Leave now. He’ll be here—”
The cave
rumbled, and lava sprouted into the air. A splattering of the searing liquid
fell onto his chest. He arched his back and screeched.
“I’m coming, Uriel!” She tore off her cloak and
flicked her wings open.
“It’s too
late for me,” he rasped. “Don’t do this.”
“No, it’s not. I don’t care what the others say.
You’ve redeemed yourself. You deserve another chance.”
He looked deep into her eyes. “Forgive me. I’m
unworthy of you.”
“There is nothing to forgive. I love you.”
Desperate to find a way to get to him, Rachel
looked around the cavern. She swallowed hard as she flit her wings and with all
the strength she could muster, propelled herself into the air. She was only
able to get herself a couple of feet off the ground. It was as if an invisible
barrier was holding her down. Frantically, she looked around for another way to
get to him and saw a narrow stone path with lava washing across it. There was
no other way to him.
With all her might, she pushed herself upward,
trying to get distance from the fiery liquid. The cave shook again, and a wave
of lava slammed against the walls, sending droplets of lava flying into the air
and onto her wings.
She wailed in pain and began to fall.
“No, Rachel. Go back,” Uriel moaned.
Before Rachel could tell him there was no way she
was leaving him, she felt a rush of air on her back. An arm wrapped tightly
around her waist and yanked her away from the lake, away from Uriel.
“Take her…Gabrielle,” Uriel gasped. “Keep
her…safe.”
“You have my word,” Gabrielle said as she tightened
her hold on Rachel.
“No!” Rachel screamed, struggling against
Gabrielle’s steel-like arms. “Let me go. Let. Me. Go!”
Rachel stretched out her arms as if just by doing
so, she could hold on to him. “Uriel! Uriel!”
Just as
Gabrielle flew out of the cavern, a loud thunderclap rocked the cave, and the
sound of his screams ripped through her, mixing with her own.
Then, silence.
He’s gone.
She fell limply into Gabrielle’s arms as they
flew back through the frigid tunnel. The cold spread to her face, her hands,
and then crept into her heart and the deepest part of her soul until there was
nothing left except a dark numbness. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered
anymore.
When they flew out of the waterfall and into the
sunlight, she stared lifelessly at the clouds drifting overhead. And though the
sun shone down on her face, she couldn’t feel its warmth. She doubted if she
would ever feel it again. The cold emptiness in her heart would be there
forever because Uriel was dead.
