Sorry for any mistakes. I wrote this in my iPad.

She panicked. What was she supposed to do. It came back. The stupid pathetic hell spawn came back from the dead. So she panicked. Denver Beck panicked as well. They all did. How could they not panic.

Riley Blackthorn awoke in Beck's bed alone. She stretched. She felt good. Then she remembered the events of last night and that good feeling left pretty quickly. She scowled as Beck walked in.

"How you feeling?" He had gotten better at his you's and ya's. He was proud of himself. It only added to his ego. If that were even possible.

"Tired and bloody pissed off." All she wished for was that Hell left her alone. Lucifer said he was done with her for know. But rouge demons were even more of a threat now that their special angel had been killed.

Master Stewart called for them from downstairs, she got dressed in a rush and jumped down the stairs to find a massive plate of pancakes waiting for her. Four in total, strawberries around the edge of the plate, a creamy dollop of ice cream finished off with thick chocolate topping.

"Eat quickly lads," he said in his thick Irish accent, "We've got some grade three demons down at Demon Central. Causin' some racket."

Oh joy!