I'm Baaack! Thank you for the reviews :D I'm going to try putting these up weekly but with school and sports… some might be a little later. Ugh… I don't know DGM or any of its characters I do know my characters though so that's at least something (: well, on with the story!

This is Skylar thinking or flashback

This is Erica, Skylar's inner demon talking

This is Max, Skylar's inner angel talking

"Master, I'm back" I said walking lazily through the door. I threw my house keys on the small table next to the door flooded with papers and tossed my empty cup away.

My Master and I lived in a three bedroom apartment in London. It wasn't the nicest apartment in the world, but it was livable. We lived above one of the local shops so there was always noise, there also were four other apartments besides us live above it too. The apartment itself wasn't too shabby. It had a nice little kitchen to the right when you walk in the door; on the opposite side of the room is the living room. After that there are just the two bedrooms that are mine and masters. The last rooms in here are the bathroom, duh, and a bedroom turned into a training room.

"You're late" I heard my master stay as he walked out from his dark bedroom. Master was a fairly well built man in his late thirties. He had dirty blonde hair that hit about to his chin and had dark cobalt colored eyes. His real name is Regan Thomas, but because he's my master I can address him like that. You could have probably guessed that though. Master is also an angel-demon like me; the only difference is Master was born that way and that he doesn't have innocents. I actually do have innocents, two in fact. One I was given by my mother and the other I was born with. (A/N: I'm going to expand on that in a later chapter)

"I know, I got off work late today" I flopped onto the couch as I could feel Master glaring at me.

"That's not a good excuse. Get ready for training" I saw Master leave for the training room. He must be in a bad mood.

I slowly got up thinking about the flashback I had on the way home. I would like to say I don't think about it a lot, but if I said that I'd be lying. After I fell unconscious, I found out later from master that my father, who was apparently the 14th noah, was killed by the fat old marshmallow named 'The Millennium Earl' and that my mother had given me her innocents before she died. A man named Cross had found and carried me to my master's apartment. He left before I woke up. When I did wake up I noticed that my hair and eye had change color. Before my hair was a shiny black like my father's and has muddy brown eyes. Now I have red hair, like the color red not a redhead, and bright silver eyes like that jackass. By the time I had finish daydreaming I had somehow changed and walked into the training room.

"You ready?" Master asked, getting into a fighting stance.

I simply nodded as I got into my own fighting stance, summoning the angel and demon that lay dormant. Wake-y, wake-y time for training, I called out into my mind Angel-Demon of souls awaken.

Every Angel-Demon in existence has power over something. Mine can control souls. Most Angel-Demons don't rely on their power because it can be very energy draining. For me see souls take little to know energy but, other than that it would take a huge chunk of energy.

About damn time I heard a sarcastic voice I know to be the demon inside my brain, Erica, answer back I don't know if you know this but your mind is boring!

Be nice Erica, she could just leave you dormant, another much nicer voice interjected. This voice belonged to none other than Max, the angel that is also locked in my brain. We're also connected by our DNA, like it was fused together but, it's easier just to think of them as my inner angel and inner demon.

I smirked as I listened to they're bickering inside my head as I focused on Master's movement. Master was very strong and very smart on his toes. But when it came to agility I beat him ten to one. We circled each other for a while neither one making the first move, in hand to hand combat that's rule number one. Finally, I suspect Master's demon took control for a second, Master lunged at me. He was not going full force so not to leave himself open if I dodged him.

Let me take control for a while, you're taking too long on the defensive! Erica yelled as I dodged another punch. What do you suggest I do? I yelled back.

Look, he leaves his back completely open after he lunges for you Erica explained.

I watched as Master lunged for me again this time once I jumped out of the way kicking him in the back causing to loose balance. I saw the window of opportunity to get him onto his knees took it. When I got him on his knees hi managed to flip my over. I quickly tried to get up, but I couldn't before receiving a good punch or two. This sparring match went on for another hour before we called it a draw.

"You've gotten better" Master observed, handing me an icepack for my bruised ribs I had.

"Really?" I asked, received a compliment from Master was rare so I was sure if I heard correctly.

"Yes, I think you're finally ready" My master smiled "hold on I have a gift for you from your father"

I stood in shock as he exited the room, my father left me something? I sat down as a million thought flooded my head. I looked down at my wrists where two stars sat, one on each wrist. I suppose to some people they could look like pentagrams but it's all a matter of opinion. Each star held a weapon, one was Erica's and one was Max's. My thoughts were cut off as Master reentered to room carrying a sword.

"This was your father's sword he used as the 14th; he told me one day he was going to give it to you when you were ready so I figured now would be a good time to give it to you since…" He trailed off.

"He couldn't? Look it's been ten years. It okay to talk about it" I reassured him, hoping he couldn't tell I was lying though my teeth.

Master nodded but, didn't look convinced "Well, on another note it's time for you to move out"

"…What?" I almost fell out of my chair. Of course good news followed by really bad news.

"It's time to move out because it's time for you to go to the Black Order" He rephrased handing me a suitcase full of my stuff and pointed toward the door.

Damn you, Master.

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-OZ The Magician