Alright, here's the next chapter! This chapter has a LOT of details and important stuff in it so be sure to pay pretty close attention!

Also, nothing of this story is changing. It's FICTION so I'm writing it the way I want to. I love my readers and are happy they critique me as such, but nothing in this story is real, and it's hard enough to write a story like this without being hammered about religious junk. Just enjoy the story, please.

Special thanks to my beta: Levi-Blessing. Thanks, darlin'!

To a bird's eye, the field would be a mix of red and green and covered in ants. On the ground, however, the stationary field was a blood strained, wrath filled, body covered land area that now held victory and depression. Understandably, this makes very little sense. Well, let us take it back to the beginning, long before the light of day and shadow of night was counted in hours. Between the rule of gods and the creation of man, few creatures have held their own against a form they can not see. Among these creations, the leader of everything and the Satanist who destroyed it all.

Since the year of 7, the number now mentioned around the world, a rise of life and death existed within the hands of one but were stolen by another. Throughout time, wars have raged between the two groups, both victorious on occasion. From draining silver and trampled feathers to red liquid and roaring fires, the world was thrown into turmoil. A battle of power, a war of winnings. The groups grew in strength and numbers while holding the purity of the past in later days categorized in futuristic escapes.

These groups were brought forth from Heaven and Hell. They were the Demons and Satanists and the Angels and Lord. The light and darkness that exists in present day extended from the existences of those that bring peace and those who brought the meaning of evil to life. In the early years, a feud grew in strength as the few caught in between chose their sides and the battles raged on. Black poison, red blood, and melted silver littered the ground as swords made contact and skin was ripped open. Although, this was not the epitome of the history that is known today. What is documented is shown in very few books that are out in the world today. The start of these feuds- that is where our immediate story begins.

I was lying, and I knew it. To her, the world was a beautiful, remarkable place where anyone could be friends. I wanted her to see things that way. It was not my responsibility to keep the truth from her, but it was my responsibility to protect her. So rarely have I thought thoroughly about what I wanted her to see, who I wanted her to meet, how I wanted her to act. Now, I wondered about my plan. I was trying my best to keep her pure, keep her happy.

I wanted to keep her from turning into what I was.

Now, it's working, but what about when destiny decides to make an appearance? Or fate being a bastard and ruining everything? She was meant to take my place, that was her future, but I was debating with myself on whether she deserved it or not. If she deserved this life. In my mind, the answer was yes and no. Yes because there needed to be an heir, a new leader once my time was up. No because I never wanted her to have to endure the pain and evil that comes with the position. I was Death. I was pure evil. And she was to be just like me.

Only, I would not let that happen.

I hired them today. Those high-class Satanists that were to do my dirty work in a very discreet manner. They were to teach her properly, teach her to see the good over the evil, teach her the true meaning of life. Our roles are made for evil, the reason for hatred and epitome of disaster. She was the angelic figure in our world, the piece of Heaven that the prophecy spoke of. Why was she to be the one that had to take such a horrific role?

Why was my daughter to be the next most hated object in the universe?

The reign in light began with a man of power. Earth dwellers know him as God.

The rule in darkness was started by a creature of sin. Those above call him Lucifer.

God made the green grass, the blue waters, the beauty of the place in which we live. Beneath all of the groundwork, Lucifer was taking his opportunity to create a civilization that no one can relate to a brighter luminance. As God molded his creation and started the revolution of mankind, years passed and strength grew on both fronts. Lucifer built an empire. His ultimate creation that would lead to the formation of a feeling known as hatred. This hatred that would cause a flame to form in the hearts of millions before the first drop of blood was spilled.

God held his own as His kingdom rose to be the ultimate ruling complex to ever be created on the forefront of life itself. His beings, otherwise known as humans, made their rounds in beautiful patterns of life until they were brought up through the clouds to begin the next part of a second life. These immortals rose in a plethora of light and golden arches. The entrance of golden gates that opened to reveal true beauty. Though beauty is in the eye of the beholder, the winged souls entered into a place that was beautiful to the ugliest eye. A naked sighted person could walk through the gates and find the brilliance in the land that exists within the clouds. Or some say.

Others believe that Heaven is a separate area that we will never come in contact with until after we have left the sacred grounds beneath the surface of the clouds. Either way, whether it be close or far away, it is categorized as the place to form a goal. The place that one should aspire to end up in. In the opposite direction, we have the grounds under control by Lucifer, a Satanist with a lust for power. He is the evil that conquers the world in present day. He is the rapist, the murderer, the burglar, the abuser, the drunk. He is disaster and defeat and hate. He is the reason that so many have fallen from Grace and lost their innocence too early. He has shed blood across the green grounds. Poison has spread through the veins of many who have been deprived of purity and taken the joys of a glorious angelic afterlife from so many.

He wants to sink his nails into her, I can tell. Years of fighting to stop all because he wants her. My girl, my angel, my daughter. He has plenty of angels, why take the one I have? Since my gorgeous Arabella passed away at childbirth, I have made it my existence's goal for my darling to have the most wonderful life ever. That's the whole reason I was forcing those fools to teach her the way they were.

They were teaching her that He and I are friends. That we were acquaintances. It made me sick to my core. I wanted her to see the good, but I was having a horrible time taking in what they were telling the sweet creature. She was the pride and joy of the Underground, and I knew she was making quite the piece of conversation passed the Golden Gates as well. She was my beauty and His ultimate prize. He has been wanting to make her an angel from her day of birth. I'll admit, I kind of agreed with his way of thinking, but there was no way I was going to let go of my pride and joy, especially if she were to go to Him. My blood is boiling just at the thought of it.

I could give her a life she deserved. The life of a princess because that is what she is. She was the heir to my empire. She was the future leader of the Underground. She was going to be the Queen of Hell, and she was going to bring peace. She would have to take the duties upon herself, but she would be the leader that showed love to the darkness that plagues these lands. She would bring light and illuminate the paths that swirl through the trees, the town and welcome everyone to her new rule. I could see it now. A beauty on the throne and a new age rising. It would be glorious.

My daughter asked me how my "friend" was today. I was more than shocked to say the least. I knew she found anything involving me and what little she knew of those I know and my work fascinating, and I was ashamed to lie to her sweet face about someone I despise more than words can express. I told her he was doing well and blah, blah, blah. I could have gone on and on about my true feelings for him, but that would not be appropriate even I was not telling her the backwards truth of everything. She was too young for such callous language. Of course, that did not stop my guard members from using less than appropriate words around her. She found it hilarious. I was honestly debating whether to berate the men for such course language around such a young soul and thanking them for every precious giggle that passed her lips.

I could practically live off of her amazing smiles. I am filled with warmth every time her lips part to show her pristine white pearls. The joys of having children, I suppose. I run a kingdom, take care of people, and I still have time to make sure the little darling is as happy as she can be.

Today is the anniversary of my wife's passing, and our daughter's birthday. She and I spent the day in the gardens. She wanted a calm, quiet day with her daddy or so she had told me. We had sat for hours with her firing questions at me about what I did before she came along, about Arabella, everything really. It brightened my day considerably as I was plagued with thoughts of my beloved Ara all night long. With her hiding in our daughter's features, I found myself smiling as I thought of what my wife and I had accomplished. We made so many mistakes, but we ended up making the most perfect mistake. Bella was unplanned, but I would never want to change that.

God began to see that the Underground was growing in power and men. He could see that bloodshed was going to be a part of His future. In response to the growth, God took angels and gave them positions in his army. Giving them the knowledge of fighting, he put his strongest angels to work by having them pull his army to be the elite. They would later turn into the Guardian Angels that are spoken of in present day. The tables seemed to turn in His favor at this moment. Little did He know, the years that would follow would be the most astonishing and deadly years in Heavenly history.

Lucifer's men were growing in strength at the same time God's was. The Devil was able to rile up a mixed species army that could make anything, man or otherwise, cower in fear. The massive group was a picture of power with Satanists, Demons, Trolls, Goblins, and Mulks.

Soon after, Lucifer sent his army onto the planes of Earth, destroying everything in their wake. He wanted to destroy what God had created and raise turmoil for those who denied him. In his early start, half of the world was in flames, the scent of burning flesh permeating the air and choking the few that were left to die. As more humans fell to the evil that resided in Lucifer's heart, God intervened, driving the Satanist's army to a land that was yet to be occupied by other beings than animals. The fighting commenced, man and beast clashing with the sounds of loud heartbeats and the clinks of swords.

The ground beneath their feet wore away beneath them as they trampled from one side of the field to the other. The blood was spilled and Angel feathers littered the ground in gooey balls mixed with the silvery liquid that dripped from their veins. Lucifer took to the skies, watching over his army as they pelted his enemies with a passion and need for victory bursting in their dark hearts. Hours turned to days, which soon turned to weeks and then to years. Two centuries later, and the battle faded to a dull roar. Both sides had taken severe damage in numbers. God's creation was still alive when the fires were put out, but Lucifer's army had pulled more men to a second death.

The armies retreated the seventh day of the seventh month in the seventh hour beneath the moon. The charred Earth was rebuilt over the few peaceful centuries that followed. Every seven centuries from that point on were repeats of those dreadful centuries of pain and death. In present time, the pattern of desolation has been broken for fifteen years as a prize was born. The angelic Satanist. The angel of the dark as the maiden is often referred. God has a plethora of angels that he has chosen to reside with Him in His kingdom. Lucifer, however, has the one angel that would lead to peace and prosperity between both groups while also following the Dark Lord's duties.

She is the mark of good and bad combined. The light and dark. The hideous beauty among the angels, devils, and mankind. She is the Queen of Midnight.

She is Lucifer's daughter.

She is officially eighteen years old. Upon this momentous day, she decided to take her opportunity and begin her time on Earth before her transition completes. She has been debating her leave for years up to this point, and I know she is properly prepared to go on her way before I decide to step down. I am well aware that she will be fine, but I cannot stop the sinking, nervous feeling in my stomach. I yearn to tell her about my feelings, but her optimism about the whole ordeal has made me stop myself from saying a word. She needs this, but I am having the worst time letting my baby girl venture into a world that she has only ever heard of. She has never been there to judge it for herself. What would she find? Would she feel good about her decision after a few days, weeks, years?

Would she regret my agreeing to her going?

Would she hate me for letting her go?

She was well taught, brave, and trained. She would be fine. I questioned how I would feel about it once she was really gone. At this moment, she is in the throne room awaiting my arrival for her send off. She would be walked up the stairs and to the rusted black gates by my two top guards, Maurorion and Behelian. Not only are they my top guards, but they are also Bella's best friends. She thinks the world of them and they return the affection. If anything, they will be the most missed besides me as she takes her first leap into her new journey. If I did not know better, I would say that Behelian had tears in his eyes when she gave the news of her departure. Maurorion is much less showy when it comes to his emotions, but I knew he was affected. Honestly? I think everyone was.

She had touched the hearts of every single soul in the UG because she took care of all of us. That was why I knew she would be good on the throne. Not because she was raised by the ruler as her father but because she sincerely worried for every other being before herself. It was what made her...her.

I have been called to the throne room to say my goodbyes. I will let my angel go to enjoy the life she wants to live before she must come back and carry out her responsibility. I could only hope that the years of work put in to making her see the world in a great beautiful way would forever stick with her. I hope she is not swallowed whole by what could have risen above the surface.

I pray she comes back as she left, unchanged by the lies she has been forcefully fed from the beginning of her life.

Should she find out, I truly hope she does not hate me.

The scent of salt filled the air around us, and I looked up from my book. My eyes looked to Bella as the book she was holding fell from her now limp hands, hitting the floor with a barely audible thud. She stared at the leathery black book a moment before wiping her cheeks and rising from her seat. She walked through the already open French doors a small ways from her previously occupied seat to stand outside on the balcony. I watched her as she leaned against the thick concrete railing, her arms crossed in front of her. I glanced down at the withered pages of the book I had been engrossed in before placing it on the couch cushion beside me. I stood and followed Bella's path.

I stood behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist protectively. She sighed as my fingers rubbed soothing circles above the waistband of her jeans on her flat stomach. I could feel her sadness and anger. Instead of making her feel better with my gift, I wanted her to feel better because I made her feel that way. Without a cheap party trick. She tilted her head to the side and back so her cheek rested against my shoulder lightly. I tilted my head down so I could run my nose along the length of her neck, inhaling a scent that was pure Bella. Her chest fell as she released the breath she had been holding.

"What's wrong, Darlin'?" I asked her quietly.

She closed her eyes, and a few tears slipped down her porcelain cheeks as the rhythm of her breathing increased. "He lied to me," she whispered. "About everything." She sniffled.

I raised my hands from her waist to wrap my arms around hers', pulling them tight to her chest so she was pressed against me. "What do you mean, Bella?" I wondered.

Her blue eyes scanned the garden below the balcony as she spoke. "My father made up everything. He hired people to lie to me about every part of history between him and God." She turned her head slightly to glance at me. "Why? Why would he lie to his daughter about everything?" she asked me.

I looked away from her for a second before returning my eyes to hers. I reached up to brush the hair from her face while skimming her cheek bone, getting rid of the tear trails that resided there. "I'm sure he had a good reason, angel. He-" She interrupted me.

"What could be a good reason for a father to lie to his daughter?" she demanded.

I lifted my shoulder a second. "Maybe he was protecting you, keeping the truth behind curtains so you could really see the beauty in everything before the real thing came crashing out. Like now, for instance." I shook my head a little. I really could not find an extremely good reason, but those were as good as any.

A deep growl rumbled in her chest, her body vibrating against me. I pushed her lower half closer to mine. She would be the proverbial death of me, I could already tell. Plus, even at this almost extremely inappropriate moment, I just had to admit that she was extremely too sexy when she angry. And I thought that of her all the time. Imagine what she would be like when... Nope, not going there. I zeroed in on her again as she spit her words through her teeth.

"He had no right to do that." She pulled away a little and turned to me, her arms by her sides as her skin paled over the bones beneath the delicate flesh of her hands. Her eyes blazed as they looked at mine. Pure sapphires. They were darkened so much that the pupil almost disappeared into the iris. "I should have known from the beginning. He should never have..." She growled outright and pulled away completely, moving around me as she began pacing.

I turned around and leaned against the railing, watching her. She was beautiful in her anger. She was the most elegant lioness, moving from one side of a bolted cage to another, awaiting her moment to be free. When minutes went by with neither of us changing what we were doing, I sighed. She glanced at me but never stopped.

"My love, I'm sure he felt he was doing the right thing. It had to have been hard to expose his only child to such a horrific history. He knew what you were going into. While he was foolish to believe he could keep the world from you until the proper time, it was his love that drove him to keep your purity and innocence intact," I told her.

Her small fists relaxed at her sides a little, and her pace slowed. She sighed quietly. "What did you find in your research of the past?" she wondered, stopping completely and standing beside me, copying my position.

"Your father and God fought against one another for power. Lucifer's armies lit flames across the world so God's creation was severely wounded. After centuries of fighting, a cycle began. Every seven years-"

"History repeats itself," she murmured as she found her simple black converse incredibly interesting at that moment. "Anything else?" she breathed.

I looked down to the concrete floor. I blinked my eyes slowly. "You...are a prize of sorts."

She looked at me, confused.

I rubbed a hand over my face in a very human manner. "You're literally the angel of Hell. I'm not sure how to describe it." I shook my head and looked through the doors to our room. "You have a golden heart, Bella, as it should be, but God wants to take you so you never endure the life your father has lived. To put it simply, He wants to protect you."

She looked away from me, mumbling under her breath incoherently. She stopped murmuring to herself and sighed, her chest bouncing with quick motion. My eyes traced over her breast before looking to the wall beside her to distract myself.

Her eyes trailed upwards, and I could only imagine what she was looking for. "I appreciate that," she stated briefly. "But...I feel I should do what's right for the Underground." Her eyes trailed over my face to expanse of land and hills beyond my shoulder. "I am sad and angry at my father for what he did, but my people are still below the surface." The sapphires blazed to my ruby orbs. "It's my duty. I will not let them down."

The brushed past my nostrils as I stared at her. I had respected her before, but with that final statement, my respect for my beloved grew ten-fold. She cared about the people she had grown up around enough to go back even after the huge revelation today. It made me love her more, and I did not think that was possible. I reached a hand up to caress her cheek. Her permanently soft violet lids fell over her blue eyes as she leaned into my hand. She lifted a hand and wrapped it around my wrist as if to anchor me to her or her to me, I could not really decide which. It did not matter, anyhow. I would be here until the end.

"I'm scared, Jasper." Her hurt eyes gazed into mine. "In spite of everything, my daddy is still missing. I can't do anything until we find him." She turned to wrap her arms around my waist, burying her face into my chest, nuzzling my shirt before taking a deep breath in. My scent calmed her as her's calmed me.

I kissed her cheek before setting my cheek where my lips had been. "We will find him, my beloved, I swear to you, we will," I murmured.

Her arms tightened around my waist, squeezing my body to hers'. I overlapped my arms along the small of her back, moving my head so I could press my face into her shoulder. We were in our own little moment, our own small bubble. I could get lost in her so easily that it always felt that way for me. It was me and her no matter who was around, where we were, or what we were going through. Sure, it was still incredibly early in our relationship, but it felt like I had known her for centuries instead of days. I reveled in it, in her.

We stood for a few more minutes until Bella very slowly began to loosen her hold and lean away from me. She tilted her head up and lifted to her toes. I smiled and bent my head to press my lips against hers'. She pressed against me, her arms coming up to wrap around my shoulders. I could feel her fingers lace together as she rested against me. Wanting to make it easier for her since I was so much taller, I spread my legs slightly and leaned back against the railing again. She slowly dropped back to her heels as I shifted around, our lips never parting. Her lips curled against mine as she smiled into the kiss. I tightened my hold on her waist, running my hand up and down her spine. She shivered and pushed closer to me. We were so close that air could not even pass between us.

Her tongue passed her lips and tentatively stroked my lower lip. I parted my lips and let my tongue meet hers'. A few long seconds passed as our tongues weaved with one another in complicated patterns. The movements were set at a beautifully calm pace, never rushed. We pulled away all too soon, both of us gasping for breath. The downfalls to having to breathe. I rested my forehead against Bella's as she gazed up at me lovingly. I smiled at her, placing a gentle kiss on her nose. She giggled adorably.

"What do we do now?" I asked her quietly.

"We need to go to the UG. I've got some guards I need to talk to," she said. She looked at me strangely for half a second. "Close your eyes," she demanded.

I raised my eyebrows a moment before doing as I was told.

The temperature changed dramatically. I gasped, gripping Bella's hips in shock. She groaned lightly.

"A little too much, blondie. You still have vampire strength, Jazz. Careful," she murmured.

My eyes shot open so I could stare at her. I quickly loosened my hold, my arms dropping to my sides. "Sorry," I muttered sheepishly.

She smirked. "It's fine. Now, come on."

She grabbed my hand and turned around. It was then that I really assessed my surroundings. She began to walk down a cobblestone pathway that led to giant rusted black gates. Creatures that I could only categorize as goblins sat atop them and peered down at us. I matched Bella's speed, walking beside her as we neared. She smiled and looked up at the creatures. They seemed to give sharp-toothed smiles and began hollering in delight. I glanced at her as the biggest goblin flew to the ground before us. The animal walked towards us, and I stood, entranced, as the hideous features faded away to reveal a man. He was about my height but more muscular. He had long black hair that fell just above the waist. He was wearing dark gray and silver armor, a red cape flowing behind him. An extremely long sword hung at his hip, the hilt wrapped to perfect with brown leather.

He stared at Bella with a wide fanged smile. She squealed and launched herself at the guy. I could not help the jealously that flared within me as he swung her around. They stopped turning, and he set her to her feet gently.

"My dark lady," he said as he bent down to place a kiss on her hand. "It has been much too long since you have graced us with your presence."

Bella hummed, nodding. "It certainly has, Behelian. How has everything been?" she wondered as she glanced behind him to the gates.

Ah, so this was one of Lucifer's top guards. I could see why. He looked well trained, properly taught. He stood tall with an air of confidence that could be seen easily. He held himself like a warrior.

"Things have been well. No complaints, I guess one could say," he murmured and glanced behind her at me. He raised an eyebrow in my direction. Bella turned to me with a smile on her face.

"Oh, Behelian this is Jasper. Jasper this is one of my best friends, Behelian," she said as she gestured between us.

He took a few steps away from Bella to shake my hand. He gripped my hand firmly. I did the same, hoping to convey that we were on the same level.

"A pleasure, Jasper," he murmured in his deep voice.

"Likewise," I said.

We dropped our hands, and he glanced at Bella, raising an eyebrow. She smirked and nodded her head. Behelian's eyes widened a fraction. He turned to me, dropping his head. My eyebrows went to my hairline and Bella watched with a smile.

"Forgive me, my lord," he mumbled. "I was unaware of your status."

I stared at him incredulously. I looked to Bella to see her shoulder's shaking with restrained laughter. She waved her hands at me as if to say, "go with it." I nodded at her. "Forgiven."

Behelian gave a nod before turning around and walking towards the gate. "Come, my dark princess. I'm sure you are not here just for a visit. I see an ulterior motive. Let us return to the kingdom and speak there. Also, Maurorion is yearning to see you."

I followed Bella as she settled at a peaceful pace just behind the guard. I fell in step beside her quietly as we passed through the gates.

"Tell him I have missed him, as well," Bella said.

Behelian was silent for a few seconds before replying, "He received the message."

Bella smiled, and we grew silent for a few minutes as we walked down a narrow dirt path through tree covered in black leaves. The ground was covered with a mix of gray, black, and extremely dark green wisps of grass. Every so often, a giant bird with vibrant red and orange feathers would peak through the leaves. As we reached the end of the path, it spread out into a large circular area that covered the grounds in front of a massive black concrete castle. In the center of the courtyard were two statues, one of who I could only assume was Lucifer, and the other was of Bella in a long Greek style gown. The craftsmanship was immaculate. It looked just like her.

Just as my eyes were moving up the statue, a giant bird with green feathers landed on the shoulder of the statue. I stared right into its eyes as it looked down on me.

"Murderer." The smooth voice that passed the bird's beak caused me to stop mid-stride. "Murderer," it called again. "Murderer."

I could only stare as what it was saying hit my nerves. It knew. It knew what I had done, what I was. Bella appeared beside me, growling at the offensive animal.

"Better watch yourself, Maulo. You never know what could happen if you insult the wrong person," she said menacingly.

The bird never glanced her way. "I am only stating truth, heiress."

Bella snarled. "No, you are breathing in the misery of the future king."

The bird, Maulo, moved its eyes to Bella. The eyes widened infinitely as they had a staring competition. From the looks of it, they were having some silent communication. I stood numbly, gazing at the animal. The bird tilted its head downward shamefully.

"I give my sincerest apologize, dark angel. To both of you. Sorry, sir," he stated, and flew away.

My eyes moved to Bella's. She gripped my hand in her's soothingly. Her thumb rubbed calming circles on the back of my palm. "He was just trying to rile you up, Jasper."

I nodded silently and made to move closer to the castle. Bella sighed, stopping me with her other hand on my forearm. She tilted her head slightly and looked over my face. "Don't go soft on me, blondie. You will be a king someday, and a king needs to stay strong no matter what. Maulo meant nothing with his words."

I closed my eyes a second, chilling my system. I opened my eyes and Bella smiled happily. She pecked my cheek, pulling me through the doors of the castle. We walked into a wide hallway lit by candles. Doors line the walls, and one giant door stood prominently at the end of the hall. We ventured through the door to enter into the throne room. A few doors lined the walls in here, as well, but they were embedded into the walls so they caught the eye less. Across from the door was a long, raised platform where three thrones were set. The middle one was the largest. The arms were carved to perfection, eagle heads carved into the ends of them. The backing of the chair twisted up into intricate carvings, pulling out at the top and warping around a stone. It was half ruby and half sapphire. The two thrones beside it were smaller versions of it, but still just as prominent. The only difference was that the one to the right had gargoyle heads at the arms.

Bella pulled me up to the thrones, motioning for me to sit in the center throne. I sat down hesitantly as she plopped into the throne to the right in a very ungraceful manner. Huh. Never would have guessed Bella would have that throne. I mentally shrugged and chuckled as she threw one leg over the arm so her head was towards me. She turned her head forward, and I could see her smiling. Behelian was smiling at our interaction before he turned to open a door to the right of the platform. Just as the door was opened, I swear Behelian's twin sped out into the room. The only difference was that the man's hair was blonde and a few inches shorter.

Bella snorted in a very unladylike manner as the man scurried up the steps to rest on his knee in front of her, bending his head. She grew serious, sitting up properly. She reached out, and he placed a kiss to the back of her hand.

"It's good to see you again, my liege," the man said on a soft but deep voice.

Bella smiled gently. "You as well." She looked to me, waving her hand over my form. "This is Jasper. Jasper, this is Maurorion."

He looked up to me. We shook hands, and I noticed the incredible differences from him to Behelian. Behelian was hyper, confident, and very aware of who he was. Maurorion was shy, strong, and down to Earth, no pun intended. He also seemed silently deadly in a way that Maurorion was not. They were polar opposites, and I was sure that that was why they worked so well together.

Maurorion nodded at me before stepping off the platform, Behelian standing beside him.

"Alright, gentleman, I need your assistance for something very important," Bella said, loud and clear.

The guards hummed quietly. "We will do what we must, Bella," Behelian stated confidently.

She smiled. "What will we be helping with?" Maurorion wondered.

Bella grew very serious, staring at the men. They stood taller in her presence at that moment, knowing that this was very important.

"We need to find my father before history decides to make its reappearance."

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