Chapter 28

Stiles didn't expect what happened next after the sudden realization that the demon Rollins was actually a spy from Damien's mother and could have been the whole reason Kate went bizarro and killed Derek's family. Peter looked up and let out a long whistle, in came Mila, wearing tight jeans and a work-out shirt. She walked as if she was in a commercial for some major fashion company.

"Stiles, let's go." She said as she reached him.

Stiles was gobsmacked, his mouthing hanging open in surprise "umm, look I know we're supposed to be training and all but do we have to do that now?"

She gave him a look, one that made fear shot up his spine and make him shiver, he actually slid down his chair hoping that she would stop glaring at him.

"Hi, I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you, I'm Peter Hale." He blocked Stiles from view, holding his hand out to greet her. Her eyes slid from Stiles cowering position to Peter and she regarded him for a second before holding out her hand in greeting.

He grasped it softly and held it up to his lips kissing it. Stiles peeked from around Peter to gaze her reaction and she look…indifferent, oddly enough it seemed Peter's weird charm didn't work on her. "Stiles, you have two seconds to get out of that chair before I drag you out."

Stiles let out a breath of frustration, logging out off the computer and grabbing his stuff. He passed them to turn around and wait for her at the door. "It was nice to meet you Peter, I'm sure we will be better acquainted in the future."

She pulled away from him while Peter looked after her, smiling his creepy pervert smile. Stiles could only roll his eyes and hold in his disgust at the whole encounter. She grasped his arm tightly and pulled out the doorway towards the front doors and the whole time Stiles could only wonder how that hell she knew where he was in the first place, it wasn't until he passed Mr. Harris's classroom that he knew why. Mr. Harris was standing leaning against the doorway, looking after Mila as if he was just struck be cupid's arrow. From what Derek, had told him about Vegas, she had some weird love power that made men clamor to get anything she desired and seeing it firsthand it looked to be actually true and terrifying.

They went outside and she went straight to a car that would put Jackson's to shame it was a bright orange Ashton Martin. He let a whistle, admiring the car "wow this is…wow."

She didn't pay him any mind just shoved in the passenger side and got in herself. She then started the car and drove off not speaking a word to Stiles at all. The drive was awkward to say the least, neither of them spoke a word and Stiles didn't really like the situation, his boyfriend's five-hundred year old sex demon ex-girlfriend was going to train him to on how to fight. He didn't like her and she didn't like him.

They made it to Damien's old house and she turned off the high-class expensive car, setting her sights on Stiles. He cringed and tried to look anywhere but at her. She sighed as if annoyed "Look, we don't like each other and that's fine but Damien wants me to train you and I said that I would so here's what we're going to do, you're going to go into that house and change then meet me outside in the woods, are we clear."

Stiles nodded his head silently then got out of the car. He really did dread whatever they were going to do if this was how she was before they even started. How would she be when she found out that he was completely useless at anything physical? He then stopped suddenly aware of what horrors he might go through at her hand, he was after all her ex's boyfriend.

"No going back, your coming." He heard her say as she pulled him into the house.

He looked around see how different it was, he didn't know that she had moved in. It was less homely and more boutique sheek. It was a cascade of colors, blues, greens and neutral grey. "Wow, this place has changed."

She only rolled her eyes at the comment and pulled to the bathroom, she left him a moment later only coming back to give him so clothes. She was about to hand him the clothes before she froze, stopping in her tracks.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"No,no,no,no,NO, we put that fucker back in its cage how the fuck did it get out." Mila whispered, she then ran out of the room, dropping the clothes.

Stiles didn't know what was happening as far as he could tell something very bad was here and that was not good at all. He followed her into her room to found her on the phone. "Who are you calling, what's going on?" he asked.

She paced the room, going from one wall to the next. "Damien and he's not answering, something is wrong, call Derek!"

Stile hurriedly pulled out his phone and as he did, he saw that he had a text message and when he read it, he couldn't believe what it said, it couldn't be true. He looked at Mila, gears turning in his head.

"What's here, what's got you the ice queen freaking out?" he asked.

She stopped staring at him and seeing the look on his face, coming to the realization that he was completely serious. "A while back, Damien and I were on a mission and on the mission we encounter something that we thought was extinct but somehow it was alive, the last of it's kind."

Stiles nodded, urging her to keep going. She pulled him along, downstairs to the basement. It hadn't changed too much from when he was here last, only the scorched concrete from the exploding solider was still there. She let go off his hand and pulled out a long chest, weird symbols and chains were on it. She casually broke the chains and pulled out some salt, iron machete and a very old bottle of some foul smelling liquid.

She continued talking as she started the car and drove off, "This thing, this monstrosity was strong and I have seen many things in my five hundred years on this earth but this took me completely by surprise. We barely survived and both of us walked away with scars but somehow we were able to do it, we were able to send Abaddon, the Knight of Hell back to where it came from."

Stiles was stunned, she was talking about supernatural stuff actual demon from hell and he had watched Supernatural that last season. "Wait you mean, are these the kind of demons that like possess you by like I don't know…by shoving smoke down your throat, weak against iron and can't pass a circle of salt."

She paused in pulling out stuff and nodded. "Knights of Hell were said to be the first to fall, and were handpicked by Lucifer himself. All were said to be killed by the archangels but somehow Abaddon got away. It is far more powerful than any hellspawn you will encounter and I fear it may be back for revenge."

Stiles thought about the message he received and what he heard from Mila, if what she was saying was true then most of the stuff on supernatural was true and that meant that the message could've been real. He pulled out his phone immediately dialing Derek's phone, only for it to go to voice mail. The message he had got was from Scott, he said that he thought that he had seen Kate, but it might've been a mistake. "Derek, Kate's back, she's a demon and she might be working with a big bad."


Damien didn't really like the feeling, he was getting from her. It was off and something that he had felt before something that should very well be impossible. "Hi Kate I was hoping we would never meet…like ever."

She only shrugged walking towards them and every step she took that took one back until that were against the wall. "I have to thank you though you did save me the trouble of coming to find you."

Damien scooted away from her dragging a growling Derek along with him, she had blocked the only way out of the room. It didn't look like she was going to let them go without a fight and from the feeling he was getting from her it was exactly what she wanted, because he doubted they would be able to win.

"Why, I barely even know you, what could you want from me?" he asked.

She rolled he eyes playfully, "Well we have a mutual acquaintance, you may know him as Anansi, the African Spider god and master trickster, it seems that he and my bosses have an interest in you and what you have."

Then it donned on him, what she meant "The necklace…well sorry but I don't have that anymore I lost it." He felt the claws growing from Derek's hands and then he knew that this conversation was over. Derek rushed after her tackling her to the ground and Damien jumped over the both of them landing on her face, hearing the sound of a nose being broken. "Hold her off, I gotta get something from the kitchen." He stepped off of her face, rushing into the trashed kitchen and looking through the cabinets.

He heard the growls and the crashing coming from the other room and he only hoped that Derek would be able to hold her off long enough to find what he needed. He opened another cabinet door to find exactly what he was looking for. He grabbed it only to turn around and see Derek flying through the doorway, rolling and tumbling on the wooden floor.

"You okay?" Damien asked him.

Derek only growled, something he could only guess to being a yes. He quickly picked himself up, crouching on the ground ready for her to come through. Damien passed and hid, knowing that he needed the element of surprise that the Fang afforded him. She came through heels clicking on the wooden floor.

"Derek, you're so…rough with me, I like it but I'm afraid you might not be able to keep up." She said as she walked through the door. He swiftly jumped in front of her and spraying the salt into her eyes, making her scream.

"You demons really hate salt don't you?" He whispered as her kicked her in the stomach back into the living room. Derek lounged after her, jumping onto her chest and ripping out her throat with his teeth, which Damien found really hot though it was not the time for it.

She slapped him, making him fly and hit the wall with a sickening crack. As soon as she got up Damien attacked her, knowing that since she was blinded that she would only have to use her senses and with the fang she wouldn't be able to sense him coming at all. Damien easily dodged the punches she was wildly throwing, elbowing her in the chest, making her stumble back.

He then used the axe to block another blow she sent he was only this time, it wasn't without consequence. He used to sharp side of the axe, cutting into the knuckle and almost splitting the fist in half. She silently screamed more blood pouring out of her gaping throat through it was quickly healing. Then fire suddenly erupted from her and Damien quickly pulled back, quickly turning the axe, hoping that it could protect him from the flames. He felt an arm around his waist, he knew to be Derek pulling him back.

He closed his eyes for a second and found himself back in the kitchen, looking up into Derek's changed face. His red eyes were shining with anger and concern "I'm okay promise, we gotta hurry up and get her before she recovers."

Derek rolled off him and crouched to find the flames covering the doorway. Damien gripped the axe tightly, knowing that she could be coming through any second. She walked through the flames, throat completely healed and smiling. He was suddenly thrown over the counters and into the cabinets, hissing at the pain the impact caused.

"That was a good fight you put up but now it's my turn" she then whistled and he immediately sensed it, the windows from inside the living room exploded and he heard deep growling. She had called hellhounds and now she was going to sick them on Derek.

"You know" she started to say as she petted the invisible beasts on either side of her "I always wondered who win, a hellhound or a werewolf." Derek crouched even lower growling at the two beasts who growled back at him.

Damien pulled himself up, groaning in pain. "Derek, you need to go Alpha now!" As soon as he said the words the invisible dogs lunged at him.


Stiles clutched the amulet that Mila had given him she said that it was supposed to protect him from possession. He didn't really think about being possessed by a demon but now it made perfect since to get something to protect him, he didn't want his friends having to fight him, having to see something controlling his body. He was worried about Derek, if Kate was in town then she definitely be gunning for him. He hoped that he was in the woods running or something and not fighting for his life with her.

He looked over at Mila, apparently she had some weird demon sense thing going on that was leading her to Abaddon. She had immediately handed him everything that was in the trunk, a weird looking iron machete, a very old and stinky jar and a pair of guns. She said that they had some kid of bullets that was effective against the thing. But even though she seemed tough to him, in this moment just looking at her, she looked incredibly distressed.

"So what was so bad that happened with Abaddon?" Stiles asked hesitantly.

She slid her eyes over to him and she looked like she didn't want to answer like it was too hard to say. "Did he ever tell you why we broke up?" she asked.

Stiles shook his head, he knew that there was history there. Damien hadn't told much about the relationship just how that had met. "No, he just told me you were his first."

She laughed softly and nodded, a look of remembrance in her eyes. "Yeah, he surprised me you know…I never had a virgin that had an affinity for sex but I always had the impression I was just a replacement."

She looked at him when he said that and then knew that she meant him. He couldn't help to feel some measure of happiness about it, he felt a little inferior when it came to Damien's relationship to Mila, they've been together, had grand adventures. It helped to know that had felt something for him back then. "Was that the reason?"

She didn't answer for a second as if accessing what she was going to tell him. "It was part of it, throughtout our relationship…we had many distractions to keep us from what was really going on…until we met Abaddon then the truth came out…I betrayed him, I was hurt and Abaddon knew about the only people in the world that cared about me, he threatened them."

"So you made a deal?" Stiles asked, fire in his eyes.

She looked away, ashamed. "Yeah, their safety for Damien. It wasn't an easy choice."

Stiles didn't say anything, she wanted forgiveness for what she had done. He could obviously she the shame on her face too but it also filled him with rage to know that she had betrayed him, when he really thought about she was probably the only person Damien may have ever been close to after he left.


The invisible beast clawed at Derek and he could see the blood coming of the wounds that were appearing from everywhere. He tried to get up, but Kate kept him down enjoying the pain that Derek was going through.

"Derek, you have to turn I know you can do it" he shouted at him.

Derek pushed the beast away from him, they followed into the living room, quickly getting back on their feet, jaws ready to rip back into him. He looked at Derek and that's when he saw it, he was turning and it was an amazing thing to see. His bones begin to re-break and reform, dark black hair started to sprout from his body. He is already decimated clothes begin to rip apart and his face begin to elongate, turning into a snout. After few minutes no longer was Derek in beta form, he was in his Alpha form, standing on his haunches and roaring at the hellhounds.

He went straight for them after that, in a blur of moment he was gone from Damien's sight and he was left alone with Kate.

"Now it's just us." She said as she sauntered over to his limp form. He tried push back the invisible force holding him down, grasping the axe tightly and hoping that whatever properties made it magic-immune could somehow repel this demonic force too.

Somehow his prayers were answered when the force was suddenly lifted and he spun around, getting from off the ground to face Kate. He let out his senses, really expanded them, knowing he was going to have to match her every movement to survive and that's when he felt it, that familiar feeling that he should have known right away.

"What the hell, do have to do with Abaddon?" he asked weary of her answer.

She rolled her neck, popping the bones and when her eyes opened they were purely black. "That bastard made me what I am." She walked towards him, ready for a fight and he was ready to bring it.

He spun the axe wielding it backhanded, and came at him. Ducking low at the punch she sent his way and retaliating with a slash to the stomach, he knew that he was gonna have to be relentless so he attack her leg, distracting her while he slashed upward hitting her shoulder. He sensed her movement but was too slow to react fully, only getting nipped in the shoulder which sent him stumbling back.

She was on him then launching a kick to his face that he slid under on to be caught by the back of his shirt and was thrown into cabinets. He fell down groaning for the pain. "Fuck that hurts!"

He looked over, seeing an iron skillet on the ground and he smiled, he knew that iron and demons didn't mix and that she was gonna be in for a rude awakening. He grabbed it standing, the axe in one hand, skillet. "Bring it on."

She sneered running towards him, reaching for him but he sidestepped and swung the skillet hitting her in the face. He could see smoke as soon as it made contact, he wasn't going to stop there though he spun aiming the axe at her but she ducked and that's what he expected, kneeing her in the stomach and swung up hitting her in the chin, making her fall back.

She was on the ground, skin burning from coming into contact with the iron. He looked at it fondly, accepting that it was a pretty useful weapon. He heard a roar and looked at the direction that he sensed Derek in, he couldn't sense one of the hellhound noticing that it was dead.

In that moment of distraction, Kate had taken advantage. He felt his feet being kicked from under him and felt himself falling, he hit that ground hard and looked up to see her standing above him. Before he could get up, he felt the skillet flying from his hand across the room. He then felt an incredible pressure on his hand, breaking his grip on the axe.

"I think it's time we stop playing don't you." Kate whispered to him as she picked him up off of the ground. She backhanded him a few times, breaking a few of the bones in his face. She then threw him into the wall. He crashed into cracking it then fell to ground, bleeding and in pain.

"Now, this could all stop if you tell me where the necklace is?" She asked, picking his head up from the ground.

He laughed at her, blood trailing down his face. There was no way in hell, he was going to give he that amulet, he had met the angels and they were assholes on a grand scale but that didn't mean that he want the demons to get their hands on it.

"Go fuck yourself." He answered.

She let the anger she was holding back appear on her scarred face. She reached into her pocket pulling out a golden necklace, dried blood covering it. That's when he recognized it. It was the one he lost in the fire, when he was fighting Blackwell, it was supposed to be with Stiles' dad.

"Where did you get that?" he asked, anger coming through.

She laughed at him, "I actually took it from our lovely sheriff, he wasn't very cooperative though so I had to persuade him but imagine my anger when I found out this was a fake."

That's when he knew, she had done something to Stiles' father, the only man that he ever looked up to. The possibility of him being dead flashed across his mind, but he pushed it back to keep himself from falling apart. He was about to say something else before he heard a low growl coming from the doorway.

Both of them looked towards the sound, astonished at the sight that met them. There was Derek, standing there with black goop covering his fur, he knew it had to be blood from the hellhound. He looked at him, seeing that he was clutching something in his hand. He growled at the sight of Kate standing over him.

"Well, I guess I have my answer to that-"

She was suddenly cut off, flying through the air and Damien felt the pressure on him leaving. He looked at Derek to see his claw outstretched and he knew in that instance that he had thrown something at her.

He tried to pull himself back up but fell back down, the wounds he had suffered from her onslaught taking his toll on his body. He closed his eyes for a second and then felt himself being picked up, his eyes opened to see blazing red eyes.

"Hey, I'm fine, I'm good, promise."

Derek whined, sniffling into his neck and smelling the blood coating his face and soaking his shirt. Damien smiled at him, ignoring the pain erupting on his nerves from the action. He ran his hands through the soft fur, amazed by how comforting it was but that that comfort was quickly shattered by the Kate recovering from what he could assume was the body part of the hellhound that had been thrown at her by Derek.

She picked herself up dusting off her torn and ruined leather jacket. "You know when Abaddon told me about you, he described you as a mess…so I can see why the dog is attracted to you. Both of you are broken."

Derek growled her, fangs showing and his grip on Damien tightened. Damien was tired, his body was broken. He was pretty sure that some of bones in his face had been demolished and even though Derek was here, in full Alpha form, he knew they were gonna tired before her immortal body did.

"Now, you can tell me where the medallion is or I can go in that head of your and get it myself."


Stiles knew that something was wrong when the house that him in Derek had built, looked like a wrecking ball had been knocked into it. Some of the windows were shattered and he didn't even want to think what the inside looked like. He looked and Mila, he saw the steel facade that she had put on as soon as they left the house.

He knew that she was hiding her fear, her shame of seeing the monster she had given Damien to and deep down he wanted her to be scared afraid. He couldn't believe what she had told him, but he could understand why, when someone you love is in danger you would do anything for them.

They both got out of the car, he grabbed the jar and the guns she had handed him earlier. "Ok, so what's the game plan?"

She shrugged, "Don't know…considering the layout of this house is completely foreign to me. We shouldn't barge in half-cocked so to speak."

Stiles agreed until he heard glass breaking and then a scuffle of sorts. "Fuck it, I'm going in." He ran away from her, coming on the door that was half-way off its hinges. He was about in when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Mila, her finger to her lip telling him to be quite.

She stepped in front of him, leading the way. "Don't anything until I say so. Understand"

He nodded his head knowing he was lying, no way in hell was he just gonna stand by while possibly both his boyfriends were in danger. "You got it."

As they walked in the scene of what was once the great living room of Hale manor was in rubble. Tables, chairs and various glasses were broken and scattered along the living room floor, blood was on the walls and claw marks littered the floor and stairs. "I can really tell that this is bad. Like major bad."

He was suddenly pulled back and pushed against the wall, Mila's clothed back blocking the view of the black blur flying through the air and crashing through the far wall. He peeked his head around her to see exactly what it was and boy was he surprised.

The blur, that was currently laying collapsed on the ground, turned out to be something that looked similar to what Peter was when he went all Alpha but less of a monster and something more natural, beautiful even if not for the blood and black goop covering it's fur.

"Derek" he heard someone gasp and he looked over to see Damien, clawing at Kate's arm while she had a firm grip on his throat. Stiles was horrified at what he was looking at, the evidence of how powerful Kate was now was in front of his face. She was able to take on both Damien and a fully turned Derek.

Before he could utter a word, Mila was no longer blocking him from view but instead quickly running up to Kate. She dodged the fist that was flung her and pulling Damien from Kate's grasp. "Stiles, catch!"

The next thing he knew, Damien's limp body was thrown his way. Hands went fly grabbing onto any article of clothing he could get his hands on, he landed on his ass, clutching onto Damien. As he laid him down, he could hear the sound of walls shattering and grunts of pain in the background but he wasn't worried about that. He was worried about Damien there was blood running down his face. He noticed the small cuts and black patches of bruised skin.

Damien's blue eyes looked at him and Stiles let out a sigh of relief at seeing him conscious. "You—you have to get out of here, it—it isn't safe."

Stiles shook his head, picking him up and leaning him against the wall "No, way. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left the two of you alone with wonderbitch."

He turned around seeing Mila and Kate fighting, throwing punches at each other and using moves he didn't even know was possible. He looked for Derek not seeing him, a loud growl vibrated through the room and fear went through him at the sound.

"Stiles get back." Damien said as he pulled him down beside him.

As soon he did the same black blur from earlier that he recognized as Derek had pushed Mila away and grabbed Kate by the throat throwing her down onto the floor. He slammed her into the ground repeatedly until there was only flesh and bone. Blood splattered across the wooden floor and along the walls, it covered Derek's fur painting it red and after a minutes of silence with the growls of Derek, the sound of squishing of what was left of Kate's face.

"Derek." Stiles whispered. When his voice reached Derek's canine ears, he stopped let Kate's body slip through his claws and when turned to them, looked them in the eyes his breath calmed, anger in him washed away when he realized that they were safe.

"Hey, we're good, come on." Damien beckoned him over and he came, red eyes softly blazing. Derek leaned down, nuzzling through both of their stomachs and necks, shifting between them. He stopped on Damien, whining and licking his neck.

"Derek, can you turn back?" Stiles whispered in his ear, running his through his bloodied fur. Derek didn't respond, didn't make a noise. He closed his eyes and the fur that Stiles had in his grasp started to shed, to fall onto the floor. His face changed shrinking and his snout, slowing receded. His ears became shorter, more human and soon enough human Derek was sitting next to them naked as the day his was born.

Derek grabbed Stiles' hand and laid his head on Damien's chest. He was scared, Damien was so close to death when Kate had him in her grasp and Stiles came busting in, the thought that she was gonna take everything away from him again made him lose it. That's why he killed her, put all of his strength into taking her down. She wasn't gonna win, not this time. Not when he was stronger.

They didn't talk, didn't say a word. Their breathing was the only thing that could be heard and Stiles looked over at Mila, she wasn't looking at them. She was avoiding his gaze as if she didn't want to look in on a moment so private, on something precious.

"I'm sorry but we need to hurry up, she's gonna be back up in a soon." She whispered.

Derek sighed and nodded pulling away from the both of them. He got up and walked to the stairs, taking a moment to look back at them. "I'm gonna go get some clothes on, it won't take long." He left and Stiles looked over at the mess that was Kate's body. Slowly but surely were pieces of what was her head mending itself back together.

"Stiles wheres the stuff I handed you earlier?" Mila asked him while eerily watching Kate's body come knit itself together.

"Umm" he looked around seeing the guns and the pot lying by the door. He left Damien's side and picked them up. Mila grabbed the pot from his hands and sat it by Kate's body. "Get him up for me," nodding towards Damien.

Stiles handed her one of the guns before hoisting Damien up, one arm of his shoulder. Stiles took the weight, happy that he could do something to help him. "Damien?"

He didn't say anything and Stiles realized he must've passed out after Derek left, but that still didn't mean he wasn't worried. "Mila, Damien, he's not talking or—is there something you can do?"

Mila looked Damien over' grasping his unconscious face, inspecting it and then she did something totally unexpected. She kissed him, like full on the lips kissed him and Stiles couldn't say anything, he was still in shock. But as he looked, really looked he saw this blue stream of energy passing from her mouth to his.

"What the hell is going on?"

Stiles looked over to see Derek, on the stairs, eyes red and claws extended. "Umm, umm she was—"

Mila suddenly pulled away, looking tired and exhausted. "Saving your boyfriend thank me later." She ignored the surprised look on his face instead walking towards the door.

Stiles looked at her, confused as to why she was leaving. "Why, are you walking away? Hello, vulnerable demon Kate here."

"Follow me and you'll see." She yelled as she walked out the door, black pony tail swinging behind her.

Stiles was about to before Derek stopped him, nodding towards Damien. "Let me take him." He was a little reluctant but he did and he noticed that even with all the blood caked on Damien's face, he looked better. Not broken like before.

Derek picked him up, cradling him in his arms. Stile laughed at that, shaking his head "He would not let you carry him if he wasn't sleep." Derek smiled at that and they walked out of the finding Mila waiting on the porch.

"So what's the big plan?" Stiles asked her. She nodded towards the gun in his hand. "You're going to shoot that jar. It's filled with holy oil, it won't kill her but she won't be back for a while."

Stiles didn't like it. He wanted to kill her, keep her away from the people that he loved but if this was the second best thing well he was going to go ahead with it. He walked towards the open doorway, took his stance and aimed at the jar. He remembered what his father had taught him. He knew that the gun was going to kick back but he was going to be ready. He pulled the trigger, letting the bullet fly. It hit the jar, shattering it and lighting the dark liquid inside on fire.

The fire spread engulfing Kate's body as if drawn to it. He watched as she burned, hoping that he wouldn't have to see her in a while.


Damien opened his eyes to find himself not in Derek's house but in his bed at Stiles' house with Stiles and Derek next to him sleeping. Derek had his arm around him and Stiles, keeping them close. Stiles was cuddled up in the crook of his neck and he let out a sigh of relief at the two of them being safe.

He took a moment, maybe a few he didn't know he just enjoyed being with them but he knew he had something to do. Something that would keep them safe, he quietly got out of bed taking a second to look back at the two of them sleeping peacefully.

He closed the door and walked downstairs. He grabbed the house phone and sat down, dialing the number. It ran for a few second and then he heard the click signaling that they had picked up. "Mother."

"Damien." The way she said it, an emotion he didn't want to feel welled up inside of him. He shook it off knowing that it wasn't the time, not now, maybe never.

"You won this time, it was smart how you got all of the other factions to attack me. How did you do it?"

She laughed and it was the laugh that he had seen her give her enemies before she beheaded them. "Why would they not take a shot at one of my best agents, nevermind if you're not working for me at the moment. They can't take the chance that you will comeback."

Damien nodded, he thought it was something like that. "I want to make a deal, I have something that you want. You have something I need."

"What?"

"…Protection. Gives us protection for a six months and you can have the medallion." He knew that the others were going to be angry at him but he didn't care. He knew that the next time they were attacked, they very well might not survive not with how they were now.

She didn't answer and he was afraid that she wasn't going to say yes or shorten the time. "OK…I know you won't stop trying to defeat me but I want the medallion, I will be there soon to acquire it." With that she ended the call and the line went dead.

He threw the phone on the couch and sat back, wondering if what he was doing was even right.


Sorry I know that the hiatus was long but I'm back. I hope you enjoyed the chapter.