Of all the places to be, you didn't expect it to be in this city...which was quite ironic considering your, lineage. But, it was where the address took you and where you felt (located) John.

Los Angles, California.

City of dreams. If one could call it that, you didn't see it much walking its dark, dirty, and gloom streets. Not that you had a issue with it, having been raised in it at the first few years of your life. This kind of area...you stop for a moment cast your eyes at the homeless upon the street...was once considered home. Back when you didn't know what that definition actually meant, not that you actually had one to begin with you. Until well, years later.

Still, being on these streets ached a little..not your normal hunger aching, no, that was still there yes. This kind of ache was deeper, one you couldn't really understand no matter how much you tried all you knew was that it, it brought tears to your eyes. Tears filled with a heaviness you couldn't understand but..that it hurt. It ached. What was this feeling?

A curious thought that stalled you for a moment, only shook when you remembered John, you came here to find him. Taking a breath, hold out a hand and in the center of your palm a small blackish flame formed. Holding another hand over it, use an incantation you learned from reading, watch the flame change from black to deep grey then back to black again. The small flame turned into a small will-o-wisp, floated from your hand zipped all around before deciding to go straight. It picked up John, good, ordering it to find him. It shot into the sky, producing your flamed wings follow it. Not caring that others just saw you, follow your tracker to John's location.

Soar over the night life of the city. It was beautiful from your aerial view, so beautiful you thought for a moment you heard a sweet whisper speak your name. Almost angelic like, it echoed all around. Most prominent down below..in the city itself. Correction the city itself was speaking your name, made your skin crawl yet at the same time its voice seem to have a strange and oddly calming effect on you. Not sure why..but your eye lids slowly began to drop. Blinking slowly, John...you manage to remember...push yourself to move. Even if sluggish, you had to find John, your father.

Yeah..your mind slowly starts slip, reach out a hand into the cool cold night air. You had to...had to find him...he was..he was, you slowly look around find nothing but slight clouded skies. That little flame ball...was gone? Where was the light? Where did it go? It was just here...it..was…..dropped out. You dropped out of the sky and plummet to the ground the below.

Last thought that your mind called, Father...before your eyes closed on their own and everything went black.

The same could said with John, or he slightly wished it would. But he was awake and conscience standing before the demon he managed to track down or better the one who in so many words invited him.

Beroul.

An large, overweight and disgusting demon with rotten-blistered skin, looked like a sewn together doll, stiches running all over the demon's body, thankful he had the decency to keep a red robe tied around him. Otherwise John was sure he didn't want to have a permanent image of the demon's body in his already messed up mind. The demon, the one who held, correction took Trish's soul luring John to him with a sort of proposition. One that John had not choice really but to except.

Glad to hear, Beroul told the con-man what it was. A Hell on earth, in the very city. "I what you Brits call a brainwave," he explained standing around his indoor rooting corpse pool. "right here a franchise operation like fast food. But with the added benefit of eternal damnation. So many souls just begging to be corrupted and consumed. So much poor for a demon to absorb. The skies the limit for the entrepreneur."

Beroul cracked his back a bit.

"But," he sighed. "I've got competition. Five other demons with similar asperations and I want that competition eliminated."

John rose a brow. "And that's where I come in?" He guessed, knowing already.

The demon leaned down and smiled. "Precisely."

John's eyes shifted to the side for a moment, then back to Beroul's yellow ones. "I won't do anything until I see the girl."

"Which one?"

"Chas's Trish."

Beroul chuckled deeply. "Ah," he sighed. Slipping out of his slippers. Took a seat on the edge of the pool. "Nothing more my kind savors than innocent soul."

That wasn't an answer. "Were is she?" John kept his voice steady as he could. But his pained gaze said otherwise.

"Safe," Beroul answered. Hugging himself. "right here." Chuckling darkly. "You could say she's a prisoner of love. Held quite literally. Within my heart."

Not to far hiding out in the hall, Chas heard everything, lost it. Came charging right out with a sword. "Let her go, you bastard! Let her go!"

"Chas no!" John said, stepping between, held his enraged friend back. "If what Beroul is saying is true, an attack on him is an attack on your daughter."

"But we don't know if that's true," Chas snapped back. "do we?" Pushed John away and rushed the demon, thrusting the sword.

With a simple wave of his hand Beroul made him disappear. Disappear to the top of Griffith Observatory, frighten Chas looked around his surroundings. Realized how high up he was. Tried to calm himself down.

Upset about it, John was about to say something, but Beroul assured him his friend was..safe in so many way. And that Chas wouldn't have hurt him anyway. Went to the matter at hand.

"Now, will you take the job?"

It wasn't really much of a choice, John gave it a quick thought. "If I'm working for you, I want a fat salary, and swanky hotel."

"Done." Beroul agreed, walking off. Stopped for a moment a smile curled on his lips. "This salary wouldn't happen to be for a collage fund? Now would it?" He chuckled. "It can be rather expensive."

John's eyes widen, then narrowed hard. "What did you say?"

The demon zipped his lips on anything further. "Now, get out." He ordered. "time for The Young and the Restless and I never miss it."

Blaring sounds of car horns and hard brakes faded into silence. Everything was quiet, not even a pin drop made a sound...the only sound you heard, a soft breathing that sounded like a hum. Followed by a soft light stroking on your brow. That stopped and rested. Tapped the area a bit. A figure leans down close your ear...

Whispered. Softly.

You suddenly awoke, everything, every sound came flooding in like a crash. It nearly split your head, but luckily it didn't. Taking a few deep breaths calm yourself...slowly...refocus. Look for the core, Raven taught you that, after a few more breaths you were alright. Minus the slight still lingering headache, other than that right as rain. Slowly sit yourself up, find yourself...in the dark. It smelled foul..it felt cold and you reach out your arms..boxed? No, metal? You were in something metal? But what?

Feeling around a few more times...realized where you were. A trash bin.

Wonderful. Gross.

Holding down your retching, stand and push the lip off, inhale the sort of fresh air. Fan yourself, felt your stomach flip and tighten, throw yourself half way over the side and let it all out. At least three times, before you were finished.

"...N-Not..cool...God, that was gross." you groan. Wipe your mouth, stagger up and hope out. "Now, why was I hear?" Give it a thought, you where here for some reason...but for what? Dig deeper, find nothing..."Come on, there was a reason that I came here..but for-"Close your eyes for a moment, see the reason why. A voice whispered in your ear, shot your eyes open. "John!" You remembered.

That's right you came here for John, how could you forget. Recalling you arrived via teleporting (which took some...extra energy) to the city, the moment you arrived felt this strange...calming and holy presence, mixed with...heaviness of corruption. No that wasn't it...it was something else, something darker...sinister. Hellish. A sort of infestation, weak one or ones at that, except for...it was older and quite immense.

Who it was, you weren't sure, but knew its presence shook a slight nerve in you. One that caused you to bare your fangs just a bit, feel a wave of calmness cover you. Followed by that voice, that same one, that soft voice that whispered in your ear. Its presence eased you in a certain strangeness. You refocused.

John.

You needed to find him, holding your hands out recite an incantation. A small mirror size swirl of black flames appear before you, dark veins appeared etched themselves across your arms. The flames flickered with a small heartbeat...concentrating you found them!

"Reveal." you command.

The flames do as commanded and show you where you needed to go. A surprise really, but what choice did you have. Give a snap of the fingers, flames swallow you. Transported you to where you needed to be, the top of Griffith Observatory. The sight from here was beautiful.

"Violet?" Chas exclaimed. "W-What are you doing here?"

The sound of his voice, made you turn away from the view, he jerked back for a moment at the sight of you. Unusual sight of you, you picked up on it right away. Nothing new, it was understandable his reaction. He hadn't seen you like this before. The dark markings now on your face, dark black beady eyes. A demonic form you had little control over. But at least you weren't fully in it.

Clearing your throat, close your eyes for a second, the markings fade and eyes turn back to normal. Open them and smirk, one that made Chas give a doubletake. "Sorry, didn't meant to frighten you. Um," you look around. "why are you up here? Actually, how did you get up here? Where's my father?"

Chas had his own question, mainly the first one he asked on how you came. Though he had an idea...sort of. John did tell him his daughter was...special, it showed. Going in the order of the questions you asked, answered them.

"I was transported up here." He growled. "By the demon who has my daughter's soul."

That surprised you. "What!"

He nodded. "I was going to attack that bastard, excuse me language," he apologized, you gave a shrug not caring. Waited for him to finish he did continued. "he waved his hand and here I am. On top of this bloody place! Away from my little girl," his words wept with sadness and anger. "my little Trish."

The few tears that fell from his eyes, they weren't like tears Dick, they were filled with love like Dick's. But, there was something more behind them, in them. That ached something inside, yearned something inside. You wanted to know what it was, slowly reach out, stop, pull back.

Your action didn't go unnoticed. Wiping the few tears away, Chas chuckled softly. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you see a father cry." He apologized.

"That's alright, I've never had father umm...cry tears for me." You tell him. "My cousin though, he has, but well...yeah. They are interesting tears. So," you clap your hands together. "ready to get down?"

Chas was stunned at what he heard. Just looked at you. A look you felt, made you turn back to him. With a brow raised. "What? Is everything okay? If you don't want to get down, we stay up here and look at the view."

"No, no," he said, trying to figure out the right words to say. "That's not it. Not at all, it's just...umm..how can I put this really?" Tapping his chin. "What you said just now, about tears and fathers. That was well..."

Understanding now, smile shaking your head. "It's alright. Really, I didn't mean for it come out like that. I was just speaking the truth. If it offended you in any-"

"No! I mean," he cleared his throat. "no it didn't just surprised me is all. Then again it shouldn't, John isn't the crying kind really."

You couldn't agree more. "Yeah, I know. Mister serious-grumpy-face, all the time." Laugh a bit. Tuck a bit of hair behind your ear. "But," your laughter settles. Gaze across the city. Voice faded with it. "it's alright. I know I'll never see those tears ever. I'm okay with, if I saw those tears then...that means something wrong and quite frankly I'd rather him not sure it. Even if he doesn't show much of anything," cast a smirk to Chas. "we'll get Trish back. Don't worry, Mr. Chas." Give him a smile. "Now, let's get you off this bloody roof."

With a snap of your fingers, black flames surround the two of you, within seconds you had him on the lawn of the observatory. At that very moment, a car pulled up. The driver got, slammed the door hard, pointed a finger at you.

"What did I tell you?" John chided, walking over. "I told you to stay back in London, didn't I? So," his voice shaken with anger. "tell me why you're not in London?"

You opened your mouth to tell him, closed deciding not too. Gave a shrug. "I just didn't want to stay there any more. I don't need a babysitter. So, where are we going next?" You asked eager smile and all.

John shot a hand and grabbed you by the collar. Dragged you to the car. "You're going nowhere. Now, get in and stay there." He tossed you in the back seat. Slammed the door. Placed a hand on handle, muttered something under his breath, a purple glow flashed.

Realizing what he just did try to open the door find it locked and it shocked you. He put a spell on. One you clearly didn't know, you could melt the door then again that might cause a backfire. Grunting fold your arms, there was noting you could do, not even teleport out. Because some how this spell stunned it.

Outside John smirked to himself, took out a cigarette, lite it and waited for Chas to come. Took a few puffs by the time his buddy stomped over. The of them bantered for a moment.

One Chas wasn't really much in the mood for. Shoved John aside, opened the driver's door and got it. Shutting the door behind him. His face fell for a moment, the sadness was you didn't have to smell, it showed itself clear and well. Normally, you'd be tempted to with hunger for it, right now...there was a pit in your stomach. Which was weird.

Still with his cigarette John gets in on the passenger side, his eyes flash hard at you. You turn chin with an eye roll. Mutter under your breath. Chas started the car up and drove off.

It was quite on the road, well at least for you, the other two talked. While you remained board in the back, what you wouldn't give for a book or phone. Something. So to entertain yourself, form a small fire ball and toss it lightly back and forth in your hands. Stop only when John nipped at you to put it away or else, groaning you do as he said.

Mutter under your breath again, get a warning from him to watch what comes out that mouth of yours, or else. So you sat in silence...again. With only John and Chas talking.

Find out John has accepted a job from the demon Beroul, the one who had Trish's soul, to go and take out the competition. It was stupid in your eyes, but then you understood why, board you lean back across the seats. Start to close your eyes, feel a presence. A dark presence, sit up look out the back window. Spot in the distance running towards the car, hounds.

Not any kind of hounds. No, these hounds had fire, they were hellhounds.

"H-hey," you reach back tapping John, "hey, hey."

He rolled you off. "I don't want to hear it."

That didn't stop you, you kept tapping him. "Hey! Hey, listen. Somethin-"

John swatted your hand away. "Violet, I said, I don't want to hear it!"

You kept going, this time shaking him by the shoulder. "Just listen, there's something following the car!"

Having enough, John shifted the rearview mirror towards you, noticed in the reflection, what you where trying to tell him. "Shit!"


Hi everyone just a thought once the City of Demons is done, would you like Violet to be in The Regine of Superman? Let know.