Note: To the anonymous review from Saico, I wouldn't say that Seth is Sam's "owner" per say, but more of the guy who feels the responsibility to make sure that things go as planned.

My mind felt numb with confusion and questions. An angel? I thought. The only angel I have been around is Steve, and the last time I saw him was when he had broken my wrist. I glanced down at my still casted right wrist, the buried confusion, depression and anger started to boil through me again.

That's when I remembered the dream I had the night after Seth showed up at the house. The brunette in it had stopped whatever Zachary was trying to do to me. Didn't he say 'God doesn't want Sam dead. And it's my job to make sure that he stays that way'? I thought as the realization kicked in. He must be an angel.

I saw Bael walk back to his chair, most of the other peoples eyes slide between him and me, as if they weren't sure whom they should be gawking at. "Have you considered moving?" Bael asked me once he sat down.

My lip quivered, but I sucked it up and answered, "No. What would that do?"

Expecting Bael to answer, I was surprised to hear someone from my right speak. "Sometimes angels aren't looking after a person, but a place," he said. I turned my head and saw that it was the person who was sitting in the elegant chair with the "W" on it. He was very thin, bald and had an oily look to him.

I cocked an eyebrow. "An angel is looking after my house?" I asked, doing my best to act clueless.

Bael and the oily man shook their heads. "Not necessarily. It could just be land near that place you live, or maybe a neighbor of yours that has a more powerful angel looking after them," Bael said.

Biting my lip, I nodded, not daring to tell them or my dream, or the possibility of having an angel guarding my back from a psychopath. If I were right, it was probably a good thing that I didn't tell Seth about the dreams I had. Then again, at that moment, I couldn't trust an angel anymore than a demon, if anything maybe less.

After a few seconds of silence, a dirty blond haired man on the left side of the table spoke. "Yes, just find another house, trust us. It's how Abaddon was trapped," he said to me.

I saw Seth scratch the back of his neck. "Actually, a bunch of lower demons have already tried doing that to him, Uncle," he told her.

Seth's uncle shrugged. "Okay then. Move if you don't want angels to try to bury you alive this time," he said then turned his head to a messy brown haired man that was sitting to his left and muttered something to him I couldn't make out.

"Whatever," the brown haired man said lazily to him, not making eye contact.

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It was well after one in the morning before Seth let me leave. By that time I would have been just fine passing out on the floor.

"Don't worry, Sam," he told me as we walked out of the building. "This isn't going to be an everyday thing."

Frowning, I said with a fake cheery voice, "Yeah, just a monthly."

Seth pressed his eyebrows together looking confused as we got to his car. "Didn't you listen to what we were saying inside?" he asked then got in the driver's seat. I opened the passenger's side door and sat down beside him.

"Dude, I was half asleep after 11," I told him flatly, buckling up my seatbelt preparing for an unhappy ride home.

Rolling his eyes as he started the engine, Seth said, "We're thinking about having them every other week or so."

"Why?"

"Why? Because, the Apocalypse is important to us, Sammy. It's like… seven years of non stop Christmas that you had to wait two-thousand years for," Seth told me as he pulled out of the parking space he was in.

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I felt about ready to hurl when I got back to the house. "Can't you go regular human speed, Seth?" I asked him, clutching my stomach as I got out of the vessel.

"What would be the fun in that?" Seth said looking at the house. "Damn it," he cursed.

I turned my head towards him. "What?"

Seth bit his bottom lip hard and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath though his nostrils. After a moment he reopened his eyes, a look of awe glistened in them. "Lets just hope I'm wrong," he said and started to walk towards the house.

For some reason, I felt surprised by what he said. However, I put aside my confusion and walked behind him. Once we got the front door Seth opened it easily and he and I walked inside, shutting the door behind me.

The house was dark and quiet. I figured everyone was already asleep until I saw Seth walk into the living room and stop cold in his feet, staring off in front of him.

I turned my head to see what he was staring at and saw a figure sitting cross-legged on the sofa. Who it was, I wasn't able to see because of the lack of light.

I took a step closer and flicked on the light. There were many possibilities going through my head of who it may have been. My first instinct was that it was just Sock, Ben or Nina, feeling too lazy to get up and go to bed. Then I remember what Seth said and my mind raced with thoughts of it being Zachary, the brown haired possible angel, Steve, and even one of the demons that was at the meeting. However, I was shocked to see Seth's heart shaped faced mother sitting on the sofa, arms crossed, glowering at her son.

There was a long pause. "Uh… Hi mom," Seth finally said.

She stared at him unblinking for a moment, looked at me briefly, then back at Seth. "Where were you tonight?" she asked him, her voice reminded me of a mother who had just caught her teenage son sneaking out of the house.

When I glanced over at Seth I could tell from his expression that he was trying unsuccessfully to fight off a sarcastic remark. "It's not the evening yet. It's still morning," he said, tipping his left index finger on the face of his wristwatch.

"You know what I mean."

Seth shook his head. "Mother, it can't be evening and morning at the same time."

"Damn it Seth! I can understand to some extent why you won't put my idea into consideration, but going behind my back-" Gluttony started but was interrupted by her son.

"I didn't go behind your back. I went beside it," Seth stated. When I thought about it, he did have a point.

I glanced at the hallway behind me, and tried to make a break for it, really not wanting to listen to the rest of their argument, but Seth caught my shoulder and made me stay where I was. "I'm doing fine, mother. I don't need your help," he said to Gluttony firmly.

His mother laughed. "Oh really?"

"Things take time mom. It's better to choose to do it, not be corrupted," Seth said. Corrupted?

Gluttony shook her head. "You don't have all the time in the world, you know. Sam has a human life expectancy, and isn't as much of a pushover as Bonaparte and Mussolini," she told her son.

Feeling irritated by the way they were talking, I said, "Hello? I'm right here. Either let me go get ready for bed, or stop talking about me like I'm not here."

Gluttony gave Seth a smug look. "I rest my case," she stated simply.

"Mom! I know what I'm doing!"

Gluttony rolled her eyes and stood up. "If I can't convince you, maybe Warren can," she said to him. At this, Seth narrowed his eyes at her looking both irritated and scared. She ignored him and walked up to me.

"Sorry you had to listen to us," Gluttony told me earnestly, shot Seth another glare and walked out the front door, shutting it behind her quietly.

"What the hell were you two talking about? And who's Warren?" I asked Seth irritably.

"Warren is one of my mom's brothers. The one that didn't show up at the meeting tonight," he said and walked away from me, obviously not going to share any more information.

I clenched my jaw in frustration, and walked to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Okay, so if he's one of Gluttony's brothers, he has to be one of the deadly sins, I thought. Wanting to know whom the man was. After all, it wasn't an every day thing to see him frightened by a name. I tried to make a metal list of all the seven sins, but was only able to recall Gluttony and Sloth.

Sighing, I finished brushing my teeth, walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I figured that I would Google the seven sins tomorrow for the list of the names. Hmm, if Warren is one of the sins, Gluttony must have a name too besides the obvious, I thought as I lied down on my twin-sized bed.

It was awhile later when I woke up. I let out a moan; my head was throbbing horribly. I sat up and cracked my eyes open. It was still dark out, and my migraine made my eyesight fuzzy.

I stood up, the floor surprisingly cold underneath my feet and held my head; it felt dizzy standing up. I took a few steps forward, but my kneels buckled and I feel down on them. I bit my lip unsteadily and just as I was about to stand up again the room was illuminated with light.

I squinted my eyes at the bright light and saw that I wasn't in my bedroom. The room I was in was large and elegant looking, almost like a ballroom. There was no carpet on the floor, but marble instead. What had my attention, however, was the huge box that was on a wooden table in front of me. The box was only a few feet in height, but certainly made up for in it by its length being it was roughly five or six feet long. The box itself appeared to be made of gold, and had jewels on it.

Why did the Devil bring me here? I thought hazily as I stood up.

"How do you like it?" I heard a proud but eerie voice say behind me. I turned my head around expecting to see the Devil, but instead I met the coal black eyes of Zachary.