"Well," Angela leaned in closer to you, an intrigued grin on her lips. "so this is what I felt. An actual Sin Eater. Hm," her eyes look you up and down. You frown at her. "Honestly I expected you a bit bigger, not...this size. But," she poked your forehead a bit. "a pretty size none the less. Seems you inherited that much from your mother it would seem. Though you do have your father's frown and..." she moved closer, you stared hard. "his insufferable charm. And something much more precious."

She smiled softly. Moving her finger to your chest. "It's good you inherited the best trait of him."

"Thanks," you said dryly, scooting back on your bed. Take a moment to collect everything.

Angela waited. The last thing you remember before everything went...black. Was..sitting on the floor in your room, starting an incantation of some sort. The candles where lite and symbol drawn with your own blood. The words memorized and spoken quietly, the wind howled softly and the flames danced the wicks turned black the hellish red, okay..so far so good...why were you in your room again? It was fuzzy for a moment, but the memory came rushing back. Like a fright train, the pain that shot through your mind almost caused you to scream.

If not for Angela who set a had on your shoulder and from her touch the pain went away. Just as it had before...when you arrived. Though it was in the form a soft comforting voice and again from that driver who rescued you, John, and Chas. When he grabbed your hands and next thing you felt...fine. It was the same, the easing feeling. With its help you managed to swim smoothly through the memory. With no pain, you where trying to locate Nergal and find a way to...to save John. Or so you believed that you could, you had thought that..because of your pedigree you could best that foul demon beneath you. But, sadly were mistake. He turned the tables before you could even blink had you at his own mercy. His large disgusting hand like iron clamped around your throat. Squeezing it like a tube of toothpaste, that was the last thing you remembered before waking up.

It hit you. "I-I," your eyes downcast for a moment to your hands. "I didn't do anything. It didn't work."

Angela felt your pain. "I'm afraid not little one."

Tears started to rise in the corner, you wipe them away quickly. But a few fell, Angela wiped them away kindly. Her touch lifted your eyes to her, she still had on her soft and warm smile.

Though appreciative, swing your legs over the side and toss the sheets off. Take a deep breath and stand. "Then I've got to figure out another way."

She stood stunned for a moment, but understood. "Child of two different worlds," she chuckled softly. "produce a Sin Eater."

"That's the second time you keep calling me that," you nip a bit. "please my name is Violet. I don't need to be reminded what I am. I'm reminded pretty much everyday." Grunt the last word.

Angela sat back down on the bed. Crossed her legs. "The Sin Eater has a name, I'm well aware of your name. The moment you came into my city. It was a strange disturbance at first, honestly it was quite a surprise. I thought the demon sent you here, but after getting a better understand of you," she held out her hand towards you. "I saw you weren't what I thoughts, despite all that goes inside you. You've got a lot of pain inside, I thought to lift some from you. To make room."

"Oh, well, thank you." you said. "Can you tell me something?" She gave you her ears and nodded. "Is this...something common?" You gesture between yourself and her. "That you can...identify me? Or we or us? Or..."

The woman gave moment thought. "You mean angels? Well, in some cases I suppose. But, you are an interesting case. That mother of yours did work, nearly caused those in my city to be taken. Vile or not, she was strong with her followers but, not that strong. Now," she leaned back a bit. Speaking with a more serious tone and look. "Tell me something Sin Eater, that plan of yours you tried to do in order to free your father, did you consider the cost?"

Her question stung a bit. Slowly you nod your head. Stop. Bite your lip. "I've considered it, when I invoked the first time. But, I don't mind. I didn't mind, I'm a Sin Eater after all. My dad...he's done shitty things that can't really be overlooked but...he's tried to redeem himself many times over and over. Each time it seems to drag him further to Hell. And I've been there...believe me." Chuckle nervously. "If he could just leave his life without anything weighing on him then, well...that's good for me."

Angela rose a bow. Her voice hadn't changed. "And the cost?" She stood. Walked over to you and set a hand on your shoulder. Her eyes glowed for a moment and a small tender smile came. Chuckled softly. "It's a shame really, the title you carry, you're nothing like that at all. Your mother had you all wrong. The ancient power you had through your veins is in no way related to your producers. Despite its lineage. It seems your mind is already made up, if you must then you shall."

Taking her hand back she walked over to the window raised a hand to it and golden flash emitted. It almost blinded you for a moment, if you didn't shut your eyes. Opening them find the window open and Angela gone.

She dispersed the spell. To make sure you go over to the window and stick your hand out feeling the cool night air. Yet some of the spells' presence lingered a bit, it was John's no doubt. He must have set this up after he put you to rest. Did he know what it was you where going to do? Or trying to do? Hopefully not, climbing out the window, push off and jump into the air. Right away your wings formed. Steadying yourself take to the highest point above the hotel and land for a moment.

For a moment you felt Angela's healing presence, it was easing. Thanking her quietly raise your hands outward, begin to chant. Dark flames encase your hands, while memories and moments with John filled you. Your hands began to tremble slightly, but you kept them steady. Pushing the tightening pain down, that was easy just not slowly of your heart. That was harder to ignore, returning your focus quicken your chant. The flames increased and flickered. Moving your arms a little to the left then a little to the right...a bit up, then a down to the side until they stopped and pinpointed the direction.

"There!" your eyes lock on the direction, form a small flame before you. Order it. "Lead me."

The sentient flame took off, you flew right after it. It blazed through the night sky without anyone noticing either it or you. Which was good, that meant you might just have the element of surprise and hopefully this would work.

You weren't the only one who thought that, John after discovering about Nergal and Angela and their pact. While knowing Trish's soul would never be released and he was defeated. Took it to the bottle, dosing himself in it. To the point it landed him in jail. Luckily Chas came to bail him out and snap him out of it, did John formulate a plan, an idea that he hoped would work.

What did it require?

A trip to the hospital.

The coma ward, with a bit of magical influence John and Chas made it in. "Wait outside Chas," John said, raising a fist. "if anyone tries to get in deck'em."

"Deck'em?"

"Believe me, you'll be doing them a favor." With those words John enters leaving Chas outside to guard the door.

Calmly and casually John walked through the room, it was quiet with the sound of heart monitors beeping. Digging into this coat John took out a box of salt, opening the top poured some into his hand and lined bottom of the doors with it. He then took some more and made a circle while chanting an incantation. Once done took out a pocket knife and with his left sleeve rolled up cut two rectangular symbolizes of different sizes close to one another dripping blood onto the salt. A circle of fire surrounded him, the lights began flickering on and off. To burst and break.

It was coming, John felt it. You felt it too, you had too speed up. With himself still in the circle of flames, the presence responded to John's call and burst in, Nergal.

"Voodoo, John? How old fashion." Nergal mocked amused. Slithered over.

"Got you here didn't?" John retorted.

The demon then realized what he had done. "You cut me off from my supply," he growled. "My chain. Blocked my access to those slabs of comatose meat. Not very nice."

John paid his words nothing and focused on chanting.

"What do you want?" Nergal asked a bit annoyed. "And let's make this quick, I've a meeting with a producer." John kept going with the chant. "Pitching a fantastic project, a musical of course. It's all the rage now," Nergal lifted a finger and conjured illusion of John. "story's about a diluted loser from marry England who comes to LaLa land with a head stuff full of dreams. Only to have those dreams devoured by a tap dancing demon." Beroul was conjured in a suit, top hat and cane. It went over to the John conjure and beat him twice in the face with his cane. Then bit off his head.

It was irksome but John continued chanting. Nergal bared. "You do realize this is more than one room in this hospital, there are hundreds more of those sleeping beauties out there and you can't cut me off from all of them!"

"He's not cutting you off from your supply! Asshat!" Chas burst in with a gun drawn and pointed at the demon. "He's cutting you off from the wards and that Addams Family mansion you live in."

"What are you up to!" Nergal demanded whipping back around to John.

John's volume and chanting increased, taking physical effect the room began to shake and the ceiling started to crumble a bit. The demon looked around trying figure out what was going on.

Chas gleefully and gladly filled him in. "You opened a few doors between Hell and Los Angeles. Jonny's opening the rest!"

Nergal sneered. "What!"

"Something your pal Angela said," Chas continued. "stuck with him, how you'd take the city down if you went to war with her. But John thinks you love L.A. too much for that."

The city was splitting opening, people screamed and panicked. Fire spewed upward like a geyser, cars and vehicles crashed into one another. It was a mad house, the approaching presence of vile and demons leaked out. Hell was coming, it prickled all over your skin. Against your better judgement you stop for a moment and dive down to help. Any fire that spit up you absorbed with your own. A bus nearly crashed into another one, you teleported between them just in time and with your fire prevented it.

Stopping them.

The ground shook violently again, cracks more like craves split the ground open, it was going to swallow up anyone or anything. Thinking quickly slam your hands down on the ground and tap deep down. Your markings ignited, extra eyes appeared. The winds whipped up violently, and in a voice commanding and dark revoke the command, closing the gap.

With a glance at two more they stop and cower back, sealing themselves. As neat as this seemed, you couldn't keep it up too long. The power was greater than your body could handle, not to mention dipping too far down wasn't good. Despite all you'd been taught, and it...hurt like hell! Like someone was pulling every cell of your skin off and stabbing you with millions of needles. Never the less you endured it, raising a hand. Cast it upward to the sky.

In the same booming voice screech out to the heavens. A dark charcoal seal appeared, struck by lighting, your hand grasps the thick hilt of the flamed sword. Raise it high overhead, your wings expand from you. Larger than before, dark markings glowing and pulsing. All extra eyes and dark flamed horns to match, position yourself in the sky. Swing the blade before you, emit an ear piercing screech across your vicinity. Those demons rising up stopped, turned their eyes towards you and the moment they locked with those all black eyes, something swift and quick whipped past them.

Next thing they knew either head or hands where gone. Find themselves screaming in pain, fall back into fiery pit. "Thy wretched souls of the foul go back from whence ye came! This plane is not for the taking!" With your blade ready, draw it back to strike again, halt, the ground began to close itself up. Those trying to get out returned. That was a turning development, then again it shouldn't too surprising after all. At least it was less for you, regaining your "normal" form, still with your blade. Grip the hilt tighter than ever your knuckles turned whiter, they even cracked. You still had your goal, taking a deep claiming breath hold the blade before you. Bite your thumb, drip a bit of blood, wave a hand behind it and mutter:

"Pater noster qui es in coelis,
sanctificetur nomen tuum;
adveniat regnum tuum,
fiat voluntas tua,
sicut in coelo et in terra.
Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie,
et dimitte nobis debita nostra,
sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris.
et ne nos inducas in tentationem
sed libera nos a malo."

Each word that you spoke the blade's flame increased and illuminated a bright and clean glow. The power was burning. You wouldn't be able to hold it much longer, this was a one time shot, it had to count. Looking see the thinning trail the flame left behind, it fading. Expelling your wings take off. Like a flamed arrow over the city you flew, in the direction you needed to go. Gripping the hilt tighter and tighter, the thickening presence was nearly suffocating. You nearly gagged, there was no doubt about it, you knew that foul dark presence.

Nergal.

That low breed son of a...insults wouldn't do anything. Driving this blade right through him would. The hospital was coming in view you saw, driving the sword back rush forward, screaming in a blinding rage! Thrust the blade right into the demon, right into his back. He roared in pain. John and Chas were stunned at your sudden arrival and what you just did. The dark look wrinkled on your face was demonic to say the least. John felt his heart drop. Especially what he heard from you, what you chanted. He wanted to stop you but at the same time knew he had to use this opening you just gave to advantage.

"You wretched, girl!" Nergal hissed, with a hand managed to grab hold of you. Growled. "I told you before," he paused from the pain caved in his back. "you try anything. I'd take it all!"

His grip was crushing, your bones began to crack. The pain was agonizing, but you kept your grip on the blade tight. Using whatever strength you had to push it further. You had to keep going, you just had too! All this would be over, all of it. Everything would be okay. The cost?

Angela's words echoed in your mind, was it worth it? Yes, yes it was. With a peace of mind, managed to dull out the spiking pain and envision a life...a life that was a dream.

The day was sunny and bright, the sand was warm and water blue as every with soft waves. And you were running with stubby legs, into the strong arms that lifted and threw you up. Catching you of course, bringing you into a hug. A warm hug. Followed by a kiss, it was scratchy from the five o'clock shadow but that was alright. You loved it. Looking up to the owner of such affection, find John. Smiling.

You smile back and wrap your small arms around him. Hear him whisper, "My baby girl."

Those words where enough to slip you into a slumber, where you much older awoke to walking hand in hand with John. Through the city park another lovely day and on that very day you point and spot an ice-cream cart. Hurry over, pulling John with you. He buys two cones and takes a seat on the bench with you. Resting a hand on your head, again saying the same words: "My baby girl."

You close your eyes and smile. Opening them again, much older at least nineteen or twenty in the House of Mystery. Black Orchid by your side, you reading one of the books in the study. Waving a hand in the air reciting the words to cast the spell. At that moment someone enters, Raven, she'd come to get you. It was time, you knew. With a snap of a finger change your clothes into an attire nearly matching your father's but your own. A cropped white dress shirt, with black dress shorts and suspenders, a red tie, dark heeled boots, and a beige cropped jacket. So everyone knew who's child you were, following Raven pass different pictures of life with John. From your first spell to your tenth birthday, to the day you were given the house. Reaching Raven, you get ready to leave when John comes out a bit older but too much. He comes and takes your hands, given them a tight loving squeeze. You squeeze them back, tenderly look at him as he did with you.

You didn't want to close your eyes this time, but you had to blink. And blink you did.

Instantly a bright flash came, covering and engulfing you. Everything rushed and flashed by you as you fall into the emptiness of white. Weakly you stretch out your hand to the images passing you by, one was of a girl with brown hair she was younger than you but the way she smiled in thanks was enough, a single tear rolled down. It was hard but you manage to smile, close your eyes again. Darkness swept over and all was still.

Except for one thing, something wet. Something wet kept falling on you, on your face.

Rain?

It sure felt like it. Where you outside? You weren't sure, only way to know was to open your eyes. So you did, slowly...slowly you open them. The vision was blurry at first but it started to come into view. Or better yet, a figure.

It wasn't John, but it was a familiar face. One you knew well and set you at ease. Despite the wretched feeling you held, the tears streamed down despite you trying to hold them in. Despite the smile you tried to produce, the tears came. Angela over and sat down. She pulled you into her arms. Holding you. Slowly swaying you back and forth. You grip her tight, nearly digging your nails in. She didn't mind.

"I'm sorry." She said softly.

"It's okay," you cry. Trying to make light of it. "I had to live to my name eventually. A-At least," you pause for a moment. Think about what you did, it stung, but it was worth it. It was really...better this way. "everything is clean. Everything is good."

Angela's hold on you tighten. "You did inherit the best of your father." She set a hand on your chest. Patting it a bit. "And its because of that, everything will heal."

Not really sure what she meant, just took comfort in her. And comfort knowing your dad was alright. He was clean and free, nothing held over him. After all he went through, everything. He might have said he you weren't created for such a purpose, but thinking about it...he was wrong. You where, just not in the way your birth parents believed, but in another way.

And that couldn't be better. A light feeling filled you inside, it swelled and you. Unsure what it was, close your eyes and lay down. Angela pulled the covers over you, rested a hand on your forehead, a small smile came to you. She softly smiled watching you. Gently moving a few strands from your face.

"Quite a interesting one you are, Violet," she said. "sweet dreams."

Taking her hand back she vanished, though not before leaving a picture next to you. A picture of you and John sitting on bench in the park eating ice-cream.

So this part is done, hopefully it was enjoyable. I will be doing the Superman Reign. And with the new movie Hush coming out, most likely that.