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Fate had never been kind to Anastasia and Bastian. After defying the celestial council, breaking heaven’s laws, and bringing a forbidden child into the world, they were granted only one mercy—the right to live together in the Celestial Realm. It was a compromise, a judgment meant to appease both heaven and hell. But destiny had other plans.

The night before their ascension on earth, the Goodwin Family estate was attacked. Demons, warlocks, and creatures from the deepest pits of the underworld tore through their home, forcing Bastian and Anastasia to flee to heaven before they were ready. The world they left behind burned, and what should have been their salvation turned into something far worse.

Their child, a being of light and shadow, was the catalyst for a war unlike any before. Heaven wanted the child either destroyed or closely monitored. Hell wanted its power. And caught between celestial politics and ancient grudges, Anastasia and Bastian were left with an impossible choice—stay hidden or fight for their family’s right to exist.
But war demands sacrifice.

The battle rages across realms, costing lives, shattering alliances, and forcing the unthinkable. When the balance of power tipped dangerously in hell’s favor, an unexpected truth was revealed—Lucifer, the fallen prince himself, was imprisoned due to a mutiny, and his absence had allowed chaos to reign unchecked. A daring rescue mission into the depths of the underworld changes everything. 

Will Anastasia succeed in bringing this war to an end?

Find out in this final chapter of Angel's Redemption.

Book 3 of 3
Angel's Redemption
Angel's Redemption: The Forbidden Child
Angel’s Redemption: The Final Celestrial War

Angel's Redemption: The Final Celestial War

Months passed in the Celestial Realm, and Anastasia slowly grew accustomed to its laws, its customs, and the unshakable presence of angelic hierarchy. She met more Archangels and Dominions, many of whom held power beyond comprehension, yet it was Zadkiel who remained her closest ally—her mentor, her friend. Even Gabriel, with all his cold arrogance, who had been her enemy had softened toward her… just a little.

She had learnt all his grievances towards her was due to his dislike for people and angels alike who broke the law and he saw her and Bastian as complete rebels. Thanks to Zadkiel, they worked out their differences.

The two had even developed a peculiar sort of friendship, one mostly built on combat training and their increasingly intense chess matches.

Gabriel sat across from her, arms crossed, watching as she studied the board like she was deciphering the mysteries of the universe. A smirk played at the corner of his lips. "Are you going to make a move this century, or shall I prepare for retirement?"

Anastasia narrowed her eyes. "Patience, oh mighty warrior of Heaven. Chess is a game of strategy, not brute force."

"I daresay, you have an odd interpretation of strategy. One might even call it 'stumbling through the dark with reckless abandon.'" He inspected the board, his smirk deepening. "Losing your queen so early? Quite the bold approach. If one were to completely disregard intelligence, that is."

"Reckless abandon?" Anastasia scoffed. "Bold words from someone who just walked straight into my trap." She grinned, picking up her knight and placing it decisively. "Check."

Gabriel's smirk vanished. His brows furrowed as he analyzed the board. "...That shouldn't have worked."

"But it did." She leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands. "And that, my dear Gabriel, is why you'll never beat me."

"What? You've won exactly three games out of the sixty-five we've played," he deadpanned.

"Still three more than you expected," she shot back. "That's what makes me dangerous. Unpredictability."

Gabriel exhaled, rubbing his temples. "You are the very definition of exasperating."

Before Gabriel could form a retort, a sharp pain tore through Anastasia's abdomen. She gasped, clutching the table as a wave of pressure slammed into her. The pieces rattled from the force of her grip. Gabriel's expression shifted instantly from exasperation to alarm.

Anastasia's eyes widened. Her breath hitched as realization crashed into her like a tidal wave.

Gabriel shot up from his chair. "Bastian! Get in here, at once!"

Anastasia let out a shaky laugh, gripping the edge of the table. "Guess we'll have to call this game a draw—" Another contraction stole her breath. "Or not." Half angel or not, it did not spare her from the stings of childbirth.

Footsteps thundered down the hall. Bastian burst through the doors, eyes wild as he took in the scene. "What's happening?"

Gabriel didn't even spare him a glance. "Do collect your wife before she delivers your progeny upon my chessboard."

Bastian was already moving, already lifting her into his arms. "Hold on, love. Just hold on."

Anastasia gritted her teeth as another wave of pain hit. "Oh, I plan to." She tightened her grip on his shirt. "But after this, I swear I'm making you do all the work next time."

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "I'm leaving before I have to hear about the 'miracle of birth' firsthand or worse – the banshee wailing of a woman giving birth."

And with that, Bastian carried her toward the healers, toward the unknown, toward the beginning of a new battle—the one that came with bringing a celestial child into the world.

Chapter 20 – A Realm of Battles and Beginnings