Okay, this is the LAST chappie before the epilogue

Reaper Arc—The End of the Beginning

Drew frowned, looking at the asleep Angel. This was it. He was going to do something no Demon in the history of Hell. He was going to return an Angel to Heaven. He felt tear threaten his eyes. It wasn't fair. Why did someone as sweet as her have to be the daughter of him?

"Stop thinking like that!" He snarled at himself. "I'm getting revenge the only way I can."

You could kill her and then return her His inner voice chimed.

"…Yeah." Drew slowly picked the Angel up bridal style. "But, that is a wound Norman may recover from." He strolled out of the house. Just before he took to the Hell Skies, Tyra let out a growl from a nearby bush. He turned and sent a glare at the hellhound. Eyes wide, the hound backed down. His lips were still up in a snarl, though. The hellhound whimpered as the two grew into a small speck in the sky.

Tyra padded back into the house, head held down. He had failed. He couldn't defend his lady from his master when she needed him to. He felt horrible. Tyra flopped on the floor with his paws over his eyes.

I hope the Master knows what he's doing. Timble though, rubbing his eyes, watching the hellhound mope.

As Timble had hoped, Drew did know what he was doing—more or less. Seeing as this was the first time ever this had happen, he was just making it as he went along for the most part. The sun's heat made Drew feel has though Apollo was hitting his back with blazing arrows. He winced, maybe landing would be a good idea, just for now. Panting, he leaned against the tree trunk, it's thickly woven, leafless branches swaying in an invisible wind and seem to sneer at him.

"Shut…up." Drew huffed.

"Nnnn…" May groaned. The Demon frowned, bowing down to the Angel. He couldn't have her wake up. Her presence was hidden from all other Demons because the energy he had drained from her early, but if she woke, there was no telling who might sense it and come to investigate.

Taking a breath, he placed a hand on May's shoulder. Though it cause a slight discomfort, Drew took the Angel's energy, then sat beside her. Honestly, he really didn't want to give her back. He was a Demon; he was selfish. It was in his nature. Though, this was the first time he'd ever been so protective over a female before. Well, save for when he was small and never strayed far from Millie's side. Though that was more of a boyhood crush.

So does that mean you love her? His inner voice sneered. That's pathetic.

'Oh what makes you so smart,' Drew took a breath. "I'd better keep going." He glanced at the sky with a sigh. "Stupid sun."

Norman looked at the barren land of Hell. It seemed more like eons had passed, not a small year since his little girl had been snatched by the landscape. He felt his throat tighten. No, he scold. He would not cry. May would not want him to grieve over her. Not that she was gone.

"Norman!" Another of the Angels darted over to him as they stood on the boarder. "You have to see this!" They hurried over to the boarder. " A Demon is actually coming to the boarder."

"Is he mad?" Norman asked, eyes narrowed. He'd seen more than his far share of insane Demon come to the boarder in an act of failed revenge.

An Angel nearby handed a pair of binoculars to Norman. He raised it to his eyes and gasped at what he saw. "No…" The binoculars fell to the ground with a clacker.

"What is it, Norman?" One of the others asked.

Norman's mouth felt dry. "It's…I…can't believe it."

"What is it, Norman," One of them touched his shoulder. "Norman…" The Warrior Angel brushed off the others hand.

"It's…one of them. One of the Hayden line," He muttered. The others gasped.

"Why would he so boldly come to Heaven?" One asked.

"Maybe to attack Norman," Another said. Norman glowered, flying so he was in at the boarder as the Demon neared.

The Demon had a cocky look in his green eyes. A black cape pulled around him. "Warrior Angel Norman. Long time no see." Norman narrowed his eyes. "Remember me?"

"You're of the Hayden Line," He growled.

"Ah, yes I am. My name is Drew." Drew smirked. "And I have something to give you. Something you're not going to like." Norman had a fairly good idea this demon wanted a battle with him. His hand went to his sword hilt.

"If you wish to battle, then come, I'll take you," Norman unsheathed the sword.

"A battle? On your own ground? I'm not suicidal." Drew scoffed. "Actually, I'm here to return something I found." Norman's gripped tighten. What was this Demon speak of? Maybe he was mad.

"Oh, and that would be?" Norman inquired.

"Oh, nothing special. Just a pretty little Angel," With that, Norman's eyes went wide as he moved his cloak. Under it, eyes shut and breathing slowly, was May. "It was certain odd seeing something this strange looking in Hell. But, she is pretty—in the way a dead cat is pretty."

Rage flared up in all the Warriors—but Norman especially. How dare he called his daughter as pretty as a dead cat. Without thinking and in a blind rage, he rushes at the Demon. The Demon side stepped, causing Norman to miss him.

"And you kill my family with that?" The Demon snorted. "I've seen infant do better than that." Norman's lips went up in a snarl, his sword slip from its sheath and in one swift movement, he slashed at Drew. Drew barely dodge.

"Now, now, Norman, if you hit me, there is a good chance you'll hit this little thing here," He smirked. "But, if you don't want her," The Demon grabbed her chin and mover her face close to his. "I'll gladly keep her." He kissed her cheek. Norman gashed his teeth.

"Give me back my daughter," Norman ordered.

Drew flicked his hair arrogantly. "How can I deny a grieving father? Catch." He threw the Angel up. Norman's eyes widen as he snatched his daughter from the air. He stared at her cherub face. So sweet and innocent.

"Guess you did want her after all," The Demon snorted.

"…" Norman watched as he turned. "Demon." He paused and looked back. "Why…would you do this?"

"Norman…" He smirked sadistly. "You can only guess what I did to her while she was in Hell. Bye-Bye, Angel." He waved and was gone. Norman's heart sank, that was right he didn't know. He hugged his little girl close.

AW! Sappy! And CUTE! Well, now I have a question for all of you. How many though at the end of the last chapter that Drew was going to…you know…rape? Really, had think I had most of you peg for that. But, well…I…can't write sex senses T.T

Anyway, the epilogue is going to be posted next week, and I will write a squeal, so anyway who wants me to PM them when I get around to writing it, REVIEW! All who review will get a PM for when—and this is so creative— 'An Angel's Demons'. Everyone else will have to check my profile on either DA or my Fanfiction other fanfictions—maybe I'll put it on my normal account depending if I remember. It'll be a while though, I can't write much with school and all.

So, recap. Reviews=PM for when the Squeal is coming out.