POV Ajar: She's Gone..

My mind went blank as Fiona was thrown into a bubble of fire. My body moved into horrifying speed as I screamed her name but before my hand could reach her, It was too late. Her last words were "I'm sorry..." I could only stare at her as she was put into a deep sleep. I walked up to the bubble in attempt to get her out but every time my hand got near it, it would burn my skin off my fingertips. I looked at Lucifer in complete anger "What are you doing to her?" I asked fully aware of the answer. He needed her for a war. He needed her but not the current her. All he did next was smirk. Not even answering, like my question was nothing but the air that we breathe; because he knew that I knew.

I felt everything crumple and every logic leaving my body like a sore that could live in the body. I glared even deeper at him, getting ready for any attack I could master.