You don’t know how long you’ve been running with Caelum. The sky hangs low, bruised with thunder, as if the heavens mourn what’s to come. Your body screams to stop—but you can’t. If you do, they’ll catch you.

And this time, the angels won’t be merciful.

You’re a demon. Caelum, an angel.

What you shared was never meant to be—an impossible love, forged in secrecy, between light and shadow. You stole time from fate, and now it’s come to collect.

“Are you okay? Can you keep going?” Caelum’s voice shakes. His wings, once bright and mighty, are tattered—dripping feathers and blood. He looks like he’s already fading.

He gave up everything for you, Valentina—his kind, his faith, the sky itself.

A shriek tears through the air.

“Look out!” Caelum shouts, shielding you as a spear pierces his back. He falls with a sound that isn’t pain, but surrender.

The angels close in, eyes cold with holy judgment.

Caelum forces himself up, trembling. “I’ll distract them,” he gasps. “Run.”

“No!” you cry, gripping his arm. “We leave together. Please, Caelum.”

He looks at you like you’re all he has left. “Run, Valentina. Don’t look back. Whatever happens… don’t.”

Then he shoves you away.

You run. You don’t want to. You look back once.

He’s still standing. Still smiling.

And before the storm takes him, he mouths the words:

“I love you.”

But Heaven never allowed love like yours.

Some souls are just meant to burn apart.