Abigail's POV 

　　Growing up, I thought that my unique black and white wings were a warning from God, a daily reminder of the constant struggle I would have to face navigating through life, fighting the urge to give in to the primal need for destruction and chaos that I had inherited from my father. I wanted to believe God had faith in my strength and determination not to allow sin and corruption to take root inside me; believing instead, he wanted me to follow my mother's example of compassion and mercy. But I knew he would test my faith and resolve from time to time- like now in the realm of sleep—a place where I could so easily close my eyes and shut out the harrowing cries of innocence.

　　I had grown up to be ashamed of my wings; they always reminded me of how different I was, how unnatural and damned. I can count the times I have shown them to people on one hand. One! My mother! That is it! So, it seemed fitting to unleash my one white, one black wing in a world where they belonged; the world where dreams and nightmares entwined so flawlessly you hardly noticed! Ultimately it was up to me which side prevailed, good or evil, light or dark, dreams or nightmares.

　　Using the sharp tips of my wings like a blade, I sliced away the demonic hands that tried to restrain me. Satisfaction washed over me at the unnatural hiss they made as they sizzled back into the ground, undoubtedly going back to the depths of purgatory to continue inflicting pain on the restless souls trapped there. Seeing them slither away, I grasped my chance and spread my magnificent wings, taking flight, chasing the sounds of the horrific screams.

　　My mother and God were right; I was an angel- it was my job to protect the innocent, and I planned to do just that. Landing at the gates of the burning inferno, I closed my eyes tight, knowing what this nightmare had in store for me on the other side of those flames. Despite knowing that I was in dreamland, I could not shake the feeling that this was more than a nightmare; it felt more sinister and deadly- It almost felt real! But what unnerved me more was that I didn't feel like I was the only one who had access to his reality, nor the only one who could control it. 

　　Every second I waited here was another second that innocent people suffered, but I wasn't ready to face the misery that awaited me on the other side of the flames. Without realising what I needed, I felt strong hands clasp mine, squeezing them reassuringly. I didn't need to look to know who stood beside me; Jason to my right, in front of my fluffy white wing, lost in the awe-inspiring purity of it and Damien on the left, admiring the deathly sharp edges of my raven feathers with pride.

　　I could feel their strength and power flowing through me like an electric pulse, letting me know they were here! They had my back! And that would not change. Bringing their hands to my lips, I pressed a tender kiss to each of their knuckles, wanting to let them know their strength and protection was exactly what I needed to take that step forward into the flames and fight the monster that hid inside!

　　Unknown's POV

　　Watching the sickening sight before me, I wanted to crush the lovesick trio; how easily she had forgotten about me and our promises to one another! Binding vows that joined our fates and hearts for eternity! Even these pathetic creatures who stood proudly at her side could not fight destiny!

　　Jealousy was not usually one of my traits, but I was not too proud to admit that it bugged me that I don't recall ever seeing her look as relaxed around me, someone she has known most of her life, as she does now with these two strangers! It was time I reminded her who she was and woke up that sleeping dark side that craved ME.

　　Following her through the parting red and oranges of the wild flames, I grinned, seeing the fire close behind us, cutting her off from the men she so desperately craved and, with them, the strength she needed to take me on. Lurking in the back of her mind just like the night before, I watched her follow the motions, trying to save the pitiful humans from the lethal blaze. I grinned, seeing her sobbing, realising she couldn't save them… Again.

　　Coming out of my hiding spot, cast in a glamour of darkness that stood out even against the smouldering black smoke, The only feature she could recognise was my purple hues, shining at her excitedly. She wanted to berate me, but she seemed to be thinking better of it; maybe recalling our conversation yesterday had put her off. Surprise washed over me, seeing her step through the flames, her body unscathed by the frantic flames that spiralled up around her. Her body and clothes remained untarnished by the harsh smoke from the charcoaled belly of the church.

　　 "Why are you doing this?" She asked, approaching me with resolve trying desperately to ignore the chaos around her. I didn't think she would have the guts to confront me given the fear I smelt on her yesterday- but today, she was stronger, and it ate at my last nerve that it was the simpering pups outside that had brought that courage out in her. The devastating blaze consumed the whole building destroying everything in its path. However, they stopped at the invisible walls that caged us safely. The crackling muted as she stepped closer to me; how she looked at the scene before us had me smirking slyly. She really didn't have a clue just how powerful she was!

　　"I didn't do this," I answered with a chuckle; the blackness I had cast myself in shimmered with amusement.

　　"Then who?" She half sobbed, turning to look at the massacre and heated inferno, her eyes filling with sadness, "Who was THIS cruel?" She mumbled through the roaring flames.

　　"You really don't know?" I asked with hilarity, seeing her shake her head, turmoil swimming in her beautiful green eyes. I wondered if she would try to see through my glamour and see me for who I truly was, she was able to IF she tried.

　　My blood ran through her veins; we were bound together forever, and she was one of the few people who could see my true form. I wanted her to try! Maybe that would shock her memories of us back. The look of bewilderment on her face however told me more than she realised; she had forgotten me, yes! But more importantly, she had forgotten her remarkable powers somewhere along the way! Delicious delight swam in my purple orbs as I watched her studying my ghostly black form.

　　"YOU did!" I answered, closing the gap between us quickly; from the blackness of my glamour, my human hand reached out, gripping her wrist tight, hearing her cry out in agonising pain, the evil within me burning her delicate milky flesh, pulling her into the blackness of my mirage before she had a chance to protest or act.

　　"Let me show you my love." I cooed, filling her mind with the harrowing images of how the innocent humans that lay BBQ'ed on the church floor really lost their lives this day.