Chapter 1: Christine

June 10, 1608 London, England. It was easy to get lost in a London marketplace. It was also easy to lose someone. However, Blackheart had little difficulty tracking his prey. The angel stood out as much as he did, her elegance in great contrast to the townspeople's simplicity.

What's a higher level angel doing on Earth? He thought. She ought to be a – Wait! If Blackheart was correct, there was a trap waiting for the angel in an alley not far ahead. "I don't think so." And with that, he vanished in a rush of black smoke.

Sure enough, when Blackheart reappeared, there were four cocky, young demons waiting for him. Or rather the angel, anyway.

"What are you doing 'ere, Milord?" The apparent leader asked.

"Trying to protect my job from you four," he replied coldly.

"Aw come on Sir. We were just gonna have some fun with 'er." The overly confident demon pulled out a dagger. "And, forgive me, but that's just what we're going to do.

Christine strolled down the middle of London's busy street. The sun shone beautifully but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. What could go wrong? Her thoughts were followed by a crash in an alley up ahead. Just my luck. Christine, despite herself, turned into the alley she heard the crash come from. She gasped at what she saw.

There was a man there, clad entirely in black. His face was etched with pain and he was trying to use a couple of boxes to support himself. A dagger's hilt stuck out from his chest, right below his heart. "Oh my God," slipped from Christine's lips, attracting the man's attention. Sapphire eyes met worried brown ones and Christine rushed over to help him. "Here, let me."

"No! Leave me." Christine backed away, but only for a moment.

"Please. Let me help you." She knew he wasn't human, but he still wouldn't last with a wound like that.

"I don't need your help," the demon said, standing up. He collapsed, landing in Christine's waiting arms.

"Trust me. You do." The demon looked up at her, meeting his eyes with hers once more.

"Why help me? You know who I am, don't you?"

"Does it matter?" The demon stared at her for a moment, as if questioning her motives.

"What's your name?"

"Christine." With that, the pair vanished in a ball of light.