**Lucifer**
While kissing her I can feel the familiar rush of pleasure, that shiver that runs across your skin like an addiction. 

I can feel the flood of warmth of her soul fill her body once again as she begins to move to kiss me back when she suddenly goes limp, as if unconscious.

Pulling back from kissing her I look at her, alive and well but seemingly sleeping.

Her soul, though stronger and brighter, is doused in a shadowy cloak.

"Michael! What is this crap?!" He looks shocked as he and the other archangels are startled.

"Luci- i have no idea." He says as he stands at the foot of the bed, Angel laying across her bed as if she were sleeping, her soul flickering and squirming.

An idea pops in my head, and Michael, Raphael, and I look at eachother grimly.
"Void sheild." The three of us say it at the same time, gloom and dread spreading through the room.

"Thats not even you can heal her Michael, we need to seek for higher power.. don't we."

He looks down and nods, "yes, yes we do. Lucifer, there but one being we are able to turn to, and i'm not sure that the being will be willing to help us."

"We will need to travel to Heaven for that. Are you willing Lucifer?" They all look at me with cruel and judgemental eyes.

I pick up Angel's body, bridal style, amd face the archangels, an almost angry look on my face, "Pack up, We are going to Heaven."