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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

Blades clashed, spells crackled, and the once-pristine Celestial City was now a warzone. Bastian stood his ground against Zython, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword. Nearby, Wyatt and Zadkiel squared off against Asmodeus, their power surging through the battlefield like a storm ready to break.

Before Zadkiel could launch his next attack, he grabbed Anastasia's wrist and pulled her close, his golden eyes burning with urgency.

"I have intel," he breathed. "Lucifer is locked away in the underworld. Asmodeus and Zython are behind it."

Anastasia's breath hitched. "Lucifer? The actual Lucifer?" She could hardly believe it. The myths painted him as a monster, but even monsters had enemies.

Zadkiel nodded. "I know you just gave birth, but we need you for this. Gabriel will take you and a team of archangels. You need to break into the underworld and release him. But to get there, you must act like you're retreating to the palace."

Her heart pounded. "Are you sure you'll be okay?"

Zadkiel smirked. "Bastian has yet to release his full power. Your father and brothers have the skills. And I… I am not so easy to kill."

She exhaled sharply, nodding. Then, she turned and ran toward the palace, every step feeling like betrayal, even though she knew it wasn't.

Zython's piercing eyes tracked her movements. "Run, Baby Girl. I'll see you later once I'm done here."

Bastian's fury ignited. His wings flared as he turned to Zython, voice thundering with rage. "She's my wife, and you will never go near my family!"

Steel met steel as the battle exploded.

Anastasia didn't stop running until she reached the palace. She shoved open the heavy doors and nearly collapsed as she stumbled inside. The air was quieter here, the screams of war muffled by thick walls.

She bolted down the stairs, her breath ragged. When she reached the bottom level rooms, her heart nearly shattered at the sight of her sleeping son, wrapped in the softest celestial silk. The ladies' maids and the guard stood watch, tense but unwavering.

She leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I will be back, little one."

Then, with one last glance, she turned to the armor stand in the corner. She fastened the plates over her battle-worn dress, gripping a dagger as she steeled herself.

By the time she reached the back gardens, the archangel stood with his warriors, their wings casting long shadows under the crimson sky.

Gabriel met her eyes. "Are you ready?"

Anastasia nodded, gripping her weapon tighter. "Let's go."

Without another word, they vanished into the night, racing toward the underworld's gate.

Meanwhile, the battlefield raged on. Bastian's fury fueled his strikes as he clashed with Zython, their power shaking the very ground. Every time Zython grinned, it only stoked Bastian's rage.

"Losing your edge, angel boy?" Zython taunted, blocking another swing.

Bastian's jaw clenched. He could feel it—power buried deep inside him, waiting. But releasing it would mean losing control.

Nearby, Wyatt and Zadkiel fought Asmodeus in a brutal dance of light and darkness. Wyatt's blade sliced through the air, barely missing Asmodeus' throat. The demon prince laughed, his voice like rusted chains.

"You're good, old man. But not good enough."

Wyatt's smirk was sharp. "We'll see about that."

Zadkiel took the opening, lunging with divine fury.

And in the depths of the underworld, Anastasia was about to unleash a force no one saw coming.

Chapter 23 – Shadows of War