"You'll never take me back to that hell!"

"Oh yes I will and I will deliver you there myself!"

The demon looked left and right deciding his fate.

If he were to run to his right he would crash through a window and be out in the sun causing himself to burn to a crisp almost instantly, but if he ran to the left he would have to jump over a vat of holy water and be saved. The demon shivered at the thought of doing good and having to fly around with wings other then appearing in a puff of smoke.

Or he could always deal with...

"Thats right demon! Make your choice!"

The demon crouched down and began to snarl at the demon hunter.

"What if I just take you out myself Operit...then maybe I can go after your little mrs..."

Kyle Operit looked down at the pocket watch hanging on his belt. Annie...he thought as he tucked it back in his pocket.

"You will never touch her you bastard!" screamed Kyle as he took out his angel blood tipped knife.

The demon recoiled back in horror as he saw the knife.

"How did you get that?"

Kyle smirked at the demon. "Remember Langly...you can think him for this one way ticket back to hell!"

Kyle ran at the demon and before he was able to raise up his knife...

NANNA! NANNA! NANNA! NANNA!

Neville looked up from his book and slammed it shut.

"Looks like the baby is up again." he sighed as he stood up and left the warm comfort of his chair next to the fireplace.

Neville listened as he heard his wife and mother walk past the door their footsteps in a hurry.

He heard the door open and close as someone went into the twins room and then a few seconds later he heard the door to the baby's room open up and shut softly.

Neville turned away from the door and looked back at his library.

All these books.

His collection.

At times he felt that he loved them more then his own children.

They were a product of his little time with his father.

"Father." he said as he walked back over to his chair. "How I wish you could be here for this...for me..."

Neville picked up the book he was reading.

"The Angel Blood Knife...my fathers greatest work and he never even got to finish it."

Neville sat down and looked at the desk to his left.

His eyes begin to water as he remembers the day he found his father slumped over that very desk.

The book...that precious book that he had worked on for over a year...had cost him his life.

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So close to finishing it he decided to lock himself in his office until he finished it. Everyday Neville would bring him up a tray of food and leave it outside his door gathering up the dishes from the night before.

One day Neville noticed that his father had not touched his food. Neville knocked on the door and heard what sounded like his father knocking on the desk. It was the signal that his father had heard the knock at the door and would come get his food as soon as he got to a stopping place.

Neville took up the tray with last nights food and went on his way to go play outside.

This continued for two more days.

Finally his mother who had been away visiting her sick aunt three counties away returned. When she asked Neville about his father her face went pale as she rushed up the stairs and began to pound on the door. It was locked from the inside. Yelling at Neville to go get the doctor and the fireman from down in town she continued to call upon her husban.

After finding the firecheif and the county doctor Neville was told to stay downstaris while the fireman tried to break through the very thick door with his ax and the doctor was trying to calm down his mother.

Neville couldn't understand why his mother was so worried.

Neville decided that he would find out for himself.

Running to the side of the house little Neville begins to climb the tall oak tree next to the house. It was nothing for the boy to climb up it, his father had called him his little monkey after all.

Finally scooting himself out as far as he could on the limb Neville lowered himself on the balonecy and tried to open the doors that led inside. These also were locked. Neville thinking fast grabbed a plant container and broke in the glass where the lock was. Trying not to cut himself...but doing a horrible job at that... Neville finally got the doors open. Stepping over the glass he ran over to his fathers desk.

Neville saw that his father was sitting at his desk with his head down.

Neville walked over to his father.

"Father...father...its time to get up...you have everyone worried about you...mom is home and she made me get the police and the fireman...wakeup...wake...up"

Neville reached over and touched his dad.

His father fell over and landed in the floor with a huge thud.

Neville watched as his fathers body landed. Clutched in his hands was a knife.

Neville fell to his knees next to his father saw a peice of paper folded in his shirt pocket.

Tears running down his face Neville began to read it.

To my beloved wife. I want you to know that I do this not out of anger or sadness but because I belive that my life has no purpose anymore.

Tell my dear Neville that I love him and not to worry about me...I did this because I wanted to.

Neville let the letter fall to the ground as he felt someone grab him up. Neville looked up to see his mother carring him out of the room, tears running down her face.

Then Neville, the strain to much for his eight year old mind fell into a deep sleep and dreamed.

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Neville wipped the tears away from his eyes and sat down at his desk where he brought out his own book that he had been writing on for quite sometime.

"The Angel's Knife and the Demons Tears." Neville said as he took out his pen and began to write again.

"You do know that Demons don't cry right?"

Neville looked up from his writing and looked around. He was sure he had just heard someone ask him a question.

Beliving that it was his imagination he began to write again.

"I asked you a question!"

Neville jumped up and looked around the room again.

"Allright who is it...speak up before I find you and make it so you can't ever speak again!"

Neville watched as a shape formed infront of him.

It was a man holding a knife.

"What the hell?" asked Neville as he looked at the man.

"Thats right demon thats where I am sending you!"

"What?"

"You heard me."

Suddendly the man looked very familer...it was Kyle Operit...or at least it was Neville thought he looked like.

"How did you get here?"

"I followed you remember...?" said Operit as he ran at Neville.

Neville let out a small cry as he jumped over his desk.

"Stand still demon I don't know how you mananged to transport us to this room but it is going to be the biggest mistake you ever made!"

Operit ran around the desk and managed to grab Neville's jacket and throw him on the ground.

Neville watched as Operit raised the knife and plunged it down in his chest.

POP!

"Man that was no fun you didn't put up much of a fight did you?"

Neville sat up as he watched the figure disapper.

Looking around he saw a purple ghost...no a demon sitting on his desk.

"What are you doing here?!" he damanded as he stood up.

"Now now...that dosen't really matter now does it?"

"Answer me demon!"

"Oh a tough man."

Neville reached behind him and pulled off the cross on the wall.

The demon jumped off the desk and backed away.

"Oh come on now we don't have to bring him in on this do we?"

"By the power of christ I am telling you to leave my home!"

"Oh...not yet...I'm no where near finished!"

The demon snapped his fingers and the bookcase began to rumble.

Neville watched as he books...his precious books were being torn apart.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he ran over to them.

As he did pages began to fly all around him. Soon he was enveloped in a paper tornado.

He cried out as they began to cut him.

"Oh...I hate papercuts!" he heard the demon say from outside the tornado.

Soon Neville felt as if he was loosing his strength.

Blood was flying around the room.

Neville tried to scream but when he opened his mouth paper flew in stuffing itself down his throat.

Soon the sounds of a muffled scream were over and the paper heavy with blood fell down to the ground.

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Bogmire looked down at the man.

Grabbing the soul as it flew upwards Bogmire stepped back to admire his work.

"Death by Paper Cut thats a new one...have to remember to write that one down."

Bogmire laughed to himself as he floated out of the room.