"Well, this is it, gang." Des smiled. "NYC. We're back home."
"Wow…it's changed a lot in nine years. What do you think's playing on Broadway?" Scott asked.
"I'm not sure…as soon as we settle in, we'll go check." Syd grinned.
Des and Nick were trailing behind, their arms interlocked at the elbows. They smiled at each other.
The omega demon, perched with its alphas on the rooftop of a building, snarled and shook against the restraints. The female alpha of the American demons, Jessie, struggled against her own restraints and mumbled something unintelligible due to the rag she had over her mouth. "Aw…" Daemon smiled sarcastically. "Aren't you glad to have a change of scenery?" He snickered.
He yowled as he felt his tail being stepped on, wheeled around to face – ugh, his niece. And her sister and idiot friends, too….swell. Syd bared her fangs and hissed violently. She had, for the sake of winning this battle, completely forgotten that she was part human. She bit and tore savagely at her uncle. Growling, the alpha male took his cursed creatures and left, leaving Jessie tied up. Syd took the chains in her mouth and jerked her head roughly, breaking the chains. Jessie, now free, smiled as her other niece and her friends glided down to the roof of the building.
"You okay, Aunt Jessie?" Des asked, deeply concerned for her aunt's condition.
"Yes….for now." Jessie nodded. "He'll be back, that I know, but you'll all be able to fight him."
Daemon roared angrily and walked a few blocks. God, he just needed to destroy something….ah, here it was. A house…perfect. If he didn't lure those goody-two-shoes twins to it, he'd at least get to kill a couple of humans for a meal or something. He smirked when he heard the screams. There had been at least two screams of children, something that nearly made his mouth water. Suddenly, there was a great purple blur. Daemon hadn't anticipated that his niece would be able to fly that fast. She burst through the window, carrying two small children. The parents had crawled out the window, trailing her spaded appendage.
The parents looked in awe at whatever the creature that happened to be saved their children. Her eyes were warm and wide, a rich, earthy orange in color. Her skin was a dark amethyst, and her horns resembled that of a ram's. Her wings looked as though they could smother an entire crowd of people…but it was obvious she would not harm them. Were it not for the coloring on the other demon, she would not have been welcome to saving them (Syd and her uncle were roughly about the same size, and the smoke made it hard to see past that).
Syd knelt down as she saw the young girl, her face burned severely, walk toward her. "Thank you," she whispered roughly through her swollen lips. Syd reached for a pouch on her belt, squirted a type of lotion from her hand. She gently rubbed it on the child's burns, healing them. There was not even a scar left to be seen. The mother of the child laughed happily as her only injured child was healed. The small girl walked over to her mother, pointing out the untouched face.
"Thank you…thank you so much." The mother whispered to Syd.
"It's no problem." Syd smiled. "I do that kind of thing for…well…I don't do it for anything. I just do it to be…nice."
Daemon muttered something under his breath and magic flowed from his mouth to the child's palm.
Etched into it now was a bloody, permanent 'tattoo' – two demons chasing each other. She was destined to destroy them.
She was destined to be the new Huntsgirl.