I was floating, a little girl's fantasy of flight gone terribly wrong. To the observer, in my white dress, I must have appeared a ghost, or perhaps, an angel. How strange it was to appear to be the very thing I was about to become in a manner of minutes.

That is, of course, if I was even to be accepted through the Gates after my crimes.

But my biggest crime of all, how could He see past such a sin? I loved and through my love came blindness. No, not blindness, ignorance, choosing not to see what was right in front of me. He could forgive blindness, but could he forgive ignorance.

Eli stood before me, his eyes filled with neither love nor hate, but rather the cruel, blackness that only a demon could possess. I had seen the look before, I had tried to return those eyes to the clear, deep emerald I so loved, but I knew that the blackness was always bound to return. Eli was strong but never strong enough.

I loved a man, I loved a killer, I loved a lover, and I loved a demon.

How could one who looked so much like an angel be hiding the Devil so deep inside?