Angelica's struggles were in vain. The rogue angel tossed her with a chilling laugh, the wind screaming in her ears as she plummeted towards the unforgiving concrete streets below. Time seemed to slow down, her life flashing before her eyes in a terrifying montage of memories. This was it. This was how it ended.

Despair choked her breath. Tears streamed down her face, blurring the city that rushed to meet her. Her weakness, her inability to fight back, it gnawed at her with a desperate fury. "No!" she shrieked, a primal scream ripped from the very core of her being.

"It's going to be a sign for all our enemies!" the rogue angel roared, his voice echoing in the vastness of the sky. A morbid satisfaction twisted his face.

Just then, an ethereal voice, powerful and feminine, pierced through the roar of the wind. "Don't give up!" It echoed within Angelica's mind, a spark of defiance igniting within. A blinding light engulfed her, pushing back the fear and despair. It coursed through her veins, awakening something dormant, something powerful. “Fight!”

Her eyes snapped open, glowing with an otherworldly light. The feeling of drowning, of imminent demise, vanished. Strength surged through her, replacing the debilitating fear.  The city below wasn't a death sentence, but a platform for action.

With a burst of power, she propelled herself upwards, defying gravity. The rogue angel, mid-descent, screeched to a halt, his eyes widening in shock.  Angelica was no longer the terrified girl. She was a celestial force of nature, wings of pure energy forming behind her.

The fight was swift and brutal. The rogue angel, caught off guard and weakened by his celebratory boast, was no match for Angelica's newfound power. The city became a silent audience as she delivered a decisive blow, his screams echoing before they were cut short. People started gathering as some noticed something wrong was happening mid air but due to radiant light, no one could see anything.

Guided by the celestial energy that now flowed through her like a second heartbeat, Angelica flew towards home. The city blurred beneath her, the familiar sights taking on a new significance. 

As she landed softly on her balcony, the celestial light faded, leaving her weak but exhilarated. Her eyes, drained of their celestial glow, fluttered shut. 

Angelica's limbs felt like lead, each step a herculean effort. Her vision blurred at the edges, the world warping into a grotesque watercolor painting. The celestial voice, once a comforting presence, now faded into a distant echo. All she yearned for was the sanctuary of her bed.

Through the haze, she vaguely registered panicked footsteps. Familiar figures, Riku and Rika, swam into view. Their metallic faces, usually stoic, were etched with a worry she'd never seen before. Beyond them, she glimpsed the blurry outline of her parents, their faces creased with a mixture of fear and relief.

"Angelica! Wake up!" Her mother's voice, frantic, cut through the fog clouding her mind.

A surge of adrenaline, fueled by sheer willpower, propelled her forward. One shaky step at a time, she stumbled towards the safety of her room. But the world slipped away before she could reach it. Darkness engulfed her, a blissful oblivion.

Justin's phone buzzed insistently, the holographic display flickering with Alexander's austere face.  A wave of annoyance washed over him. Weekends were meant for relaxation, not impromptu summons from the Celestial high command.

With a resigned sigh, he answered the call. Alexander's image filled the screen, an air of forced pleasantness around his usually stoic features. "Justin," he said, his voice dripping with urgency, "I require your immediate presence at my office."

Justin raised an eyebrow, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "Really, Alexander? What can't wait until Monday?"

The forced pleasantness faltered. A flicker of something akin to annoyance crossed Alexander's face, quickly replaced by a strained smile. "Let's just say, a matter of the utmost importance has arisen. Now, if you wouldn't mind…"

Justin raised an eyebrow, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. Alexander rarely used such direct commands. Still, he knew better than to disobey. "On my way," he replied with a curt nod, the call ending abruptly.

A moment later, Celestine materialised beside him, a question in her cool, silver eyes. Her usual terse silence spoke volumes.

With a sigh, Justin summoned his own celestial wings, their ethereal glow illuminating the room. "Looks like it's time for a visit to Grandpa Alexander," he muttered, the sarcasm dripping from his voice.

The room itself, while impeccably decorated with a touch of old-world grandeur, held an air of oppressive formality. Two celestial figures flanked Alexander – a tall, broad-shouldered man with an air of stoic watchfulness, and a woman with an equally imposing demeanor, her eyes sharp and focused.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Justin couldn't help but appreciate the theatrical flair. Alexander, as always, did love a grand entrance.

Alexander, however, greeted them with his customary smile, a touch too wide to be completely genuine. "Celestine, Justin, I'm glad you could join me so swiftly."

Justin couldn't help but return the smile, a touch more predatory than friendly. "Urgent business, I presume? You wouldn't call us here for tea and gossip."

Alexander's smile faltered for a fleeting moment. He gestured towards a large monitor on the wall, the display flickering with static.

"Did either of you see the, let’s say, an incident that occurred earlier today?"

Justin leaned back in his chair, a playful glint in his eyes. "Enlighten me, Alexander. It’s the weekend, plenty of weird incidents happen” Celestine glared at her boss. He didn’t have to even look at her to feel it. 

Alexander cleared his throat, gesturing towards a large monitor on the wall. It flickered with a grainy video feed, the scene distorted and glitching at regular intervals. "How about now? Anything?" he asked, his voice taut with barely concealed tension.

Justin and Celestine leaned closer, squinting at the blurry images. It appeared to be a fight – a flash of wings, a figure thrown from a height, another figure rising from the water in a burst of light. The scene was chaotic – a rogue angel mid-flight, a blur of a figure struggling in its grasp, then a blinding flash of light followed by… nothing. The footage abruptly cut out.

"Intriguing," Justin remarked, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Seems there's been some celestial glitch happening." he smiled proudly at himself. 

Celestine sighed loudly. "Is it a fight between two rogue angels?"

"It seems," Alexander began, his voice laced with a hint of concern, "we might have a rogue Celestial on our hands. I need you, Justin, to investigate. Find out who this… anomaly… or a Celestial Glitch as you called it, might be."

Justin met his gaze, unfazed by the underlying threat. "Of course, Alexander. Consider it done."  An edge of curiosity peeked through his voice. 

“Good” With that, Alexander dismissed them both. As they walked out, Justin couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this incident than a rogue angel and a random Celestial.