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Angel's P.O.V.

I watched the angels leave, a scowl on my face. Why were they here? I felt a tugging sensation and knew my master was calling me. I let myself descend down, guessing what was coming next. As soon as my heeled boots touched the ground I dropped to a knee.

"Is it true? God's son has came to the surface?" He demanded. "And rise, I told you, you don't need to bow."

"Yes, it's true." I answered, rising.

"What was his business?"

"I do not know, I wounded his friend and he left quickly."

"I want you to lead a team up there and discourage any thought of attacking us."

"What!?" That was the exact opposite of what I was expecting.

"You heard me, take your warriors."

I bowed my head. "Yes...father."

Clouds P.O.V.

Why were the demons attacking? I wondered as I landed, slicing my blade through a nearby demon.

However all my movements stopped as my eyes landed on her. The armor she wore molded to her form perfectly, which looked like it was on fire itself. The sword and dagger was the ones in the painting. Angel looked like an avenging goddess fighting the angels that challenged her. I shook my head to clear it and begun to fighting back.

"Retreat! They have mistress! Retreat!" A disgruntled voice rang out. I snapped my head to where I last seen Angel, seeing her in my father's grip by the throat, her nails clawing his arm trying to get him to let her go, her legs kicking. Father's massive gold wings spread out, as he held her (well away from his person), before slamming her into a nearby wall, knocking her out.

The demons were long gone by the time I reached him, binding Angel.

"What are you going to do with her?" I asked, avoiding eye contact.

I felt his suspicious eyes on me but I still refused to look at him, staring intently at Angel.

"I going to question her, to see why she attacked out of nowhere.

"And if she doesn't comply?"

"Simple...I kill her." I bit my lip from rejecting. Why does she make me panic about her safety? My mind wondered as I watched angels carry her away.

I ignored my father and went back to my room, removing my armor and hung my sword up and took a shower. Why should I care about her? She hurt Jerse! She attacked us in the middle of the night. But still... I stopped there. No... I can't think like that. I climbed back in bed, letting sleep claim me again.

I woke with the visions of last night playing in my head. Father should be questioning her by now. I quickly got dressed and went to the dungeon, peeking through the ,cracked door.

Angel was wake, and very angry. Her arms were pinned above her head, suspended in the air, her feet a good foot off the ground.

"Why did you attack!?" My father demanded, obviously displeased.

"I told you, I REFUSE TO BETRAY MY MASTER!" She snarled.

"If you answer I will let you go." He reasoned.

"I will say only this... If you do not let me go this whole town will burn with his rage." She lowered her head in warning.

Then I felt the cool feel of metal against my throat... A dagger. A hand grabbed a fistful of my blonde hair, further exposing my throat.

"Move or say a word and you die!" A voice growled as my father laughed.

"Why should your master care? He's never came when I've held any other of his followers... What makes you think he'll come for you?"

I knew who was behind me ... The Devil. He HAD come for her, telling me what she was...a demon. But why was this one special? Father was right the Devil never, never, came for his captured demons. The devil kicked open the door pushing me forward, my fathers eyes widening when he saw me in the hands of his enemy.

"Release her and I'll release your son." He growled. I struggled, a wing exposing itself.

"What's so special about this one? Hmm? Why do you storm this castle for this one demon, while countless others have died here?" Father questioned, not making any move to release Angel.

The dagger dug into my skin, breaking it so blood would run down my neck. Father scowled at my blood, "Don't you dare harm him." He roared.

"Then release my daughter!" He snarled, his hand in my hair tightening.

Daughter?! When had the devil ever had any children? I saw the same reaction in my fathers eyes, though he didn't show any emotion on his face. Angel then cried out, her wrists burning. She struggled uselessly trying to get away from the chains, which were saturated in holy water.

"Now!" He snarled again, he growled, letting the dagger to dig farther in my skin.

"Father just do it!" I snap. Why was he taking his time?