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Author's Note #1: In my story, Cassie never found out that Azazeal managed to save her baby. It takes place around season 2, episode 7. Ella never transfered to Medenham Hall because she thought that Cassie had a sucessful abortion thus she never needed to try and destroy him.

Author's Note #2: It gets rather confusing that Ramiel has two names. Do people think i should call him Jez or Ramiel when referring to him in general? Please review and let me know. And any constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated!

"Malachi, have you got your stuff ready?" Azazeal shouted impatiently to his young son who sat on the comfy red sofa, legs hanging over the arm rests despite his father's constant warnings not to do so. In reality Malachi was only a few months old, but due to his supernatural inheritence he took the form of a handsome seventeen year old boy who had soft, wavy brown hair and pale blue eyes. The perfect mixture of his angel father and mortal mother in looks.

"Yes!" he snapped aggressively, "Calm down will you. I'm going to school not the other end of the world, it's not a big deal" he sighed in that typical teenage fashion as though parents were the root of all unhappiness.

To look at him, you would never believe that he was such a powerful being, the product of an affair between a fallen angel and a witch. It had been prophecised for centuries, even millenias, that his birth would bring about a cosmic war, the ultimate battle between good and evil, in which he would lead the armies of Satan and bring the world into eternal darkness. To be honest though, he wasn't really interested in all that at the moment. He couldn't be bothered with all the hassle. No, currently he was just a sulky, lazy and very hormanal boy who was glad to be getting his first taste of freedom.

"It is a big deal. You're of age now, you need to start taking your destiny more serious. I want you to make me proud" Azazeal urged him, wanting to knock some sense into the vapid boy. He had waited for thousands of years for this. To have a son. He supposed that it was his sole purpose in life to sow the seed of evil and nurture it and now today, after all this time, it had finally come to an end. He had suceeded.

"What, you're not proud of me already?" Malachi asked with a cheeky grin as he threw the glossy magazine he was reading back on to the coffee table. Azazeal approached him and tapped at Malachi's feet rather sharply to remind him of the rules of the house. He had hated it when Malachi was a child and broke his favourite ornaments, some of them hundreds of years old and priceless. In truth he hated children. They screamed and cried and pooped and caused whatever mayhem they could. He never thought he would grow so close to his child, but now the time had come to give him up and he was finding extremely difficult.

"Well he's certainly inherited your ability to twists words" a new voice in the room announced. Ramiel laughed as he walked into the room and saw his two superiors having a father-son chat. The image amused him greatly, "Don't worry about him, I'll make sure he stays out of trouble. Well, the wrong sort of trouble anyway" he smirked at Azazeal as he placed his hand affectionately on Malachi's shoulder. Malachi quickly shrugged him off and got up in a huff to wheel the suitcase out of his room.

"How's Cassie?" Azazeal brought up casually, keeping his eyes down as though they were reading the magazine that was opened up on his coffee table. Ramiel seemed startled at the question. He didn't know why the mighty Azazeal would be so bothered by a mere mortal girl.

He was the one who had insisted that he get a place at the school under the guise of a priest named Jez Heriot. Azazeal had specifically told him to watch over Cassie and make sure no harm befall her, whether they be supernatural or by her own hand. And he certainly didn't want that bitch Ella Dee coming in all high and mighty on her pedestal and punishing the poor girl for his seduction of her. Well, Ella had her own problems to deal with now. It seems that lust tempts the good as well as the wicked. But Azazeal still wasn't sure if his own feelings for Cassie were love or lust. Surely he was getting too old for all these complications.

"She's fine. She's happy"

"Good, she deserves to be" he quietly replied, still looking down as he spoke and refusing to look Jez in the eye.

"I don't understand how she has such a powerful hold over you. I mean granted she's not ugly or anything but she's certainly no stunner. Now that Roxanne on the other hand..." Ramiel grinned at the dark haired little minx who was trying to seduce him. He wanted to give in to her, he'd crumble under pressure soon enough, but he had a mission at the moment and he couldn't let anything distract him. Not even the delectable Miss Davenport.

"Spare me the details" Azazeal stopped him mid track, half disgusted at the thought, half angry that he had dared speak a word against his Cassie, even if it was something as simple as saying she wasn't stunning. Azazeal thought she was one of the most stunning girls he had ever laid eyes on and she could certainly out vamp Roxanne when she had the mood on her. Or more specifically when she was possessed. "Just keep an eye on them for me. Both of them. And make sure that she doesn't find out who he is, okay?" he ordered.

"Sure, sure. Whatever"

"Right, are we going?" Malachi came out back out of his bedroom with his wheely suitcase following after him and his rucksack slung over his shoulder. Azazeal couldn't help but smile at him. He looked so normal, so human. He could see her in him. He half regretted having a child with a human, even Perie the Fairie had told him it was a stupid thing to do, but it was moments like these which he cherished. He seemed like a regular teenager, like Cassie herself.

"Let's roll" Ramiel swung around and pointed towards the door, making his way towards the exit with Malachi following close behind him. He had managed to get half way down the church aisle before he realised he couldn't hear his father's footsteps behind him. He stopped and turned around to find him still standing at the alter and he looked on at him in confusion.

"Dad, are you not coming with us?" he asked, furrowing his brow and letting his heavy bag sink to the floor.

"I…no, no I'm not" Azazeal struggled to say, and he observed Malachi look even more confused, pouting his lips out in preperation to ask 'why?'. "You'll be fine. Like you said, it's only school, I'm sure you can handle it, eh?" he smiled warmly, trying to be like any normal dad. Father's never cry in front of their sons when they leave, that was what women did. He had grown up so fast. A couple of months to be precise, but he had grown rather attatched to the little tyke. And was this going to be the last time he ever saw him? Now that he had done his duty and provided an heir that had reached maturity, it was only a matter of time before they called him back.

"Yeah but can you? I can't have you going all soft on me now" Malachi laughed, though to be honest he felt exactly the same way as he had described. This was the first time he had been away from his dad. It was going to be weird. He knew he wouldn't get upset or anything but it'd take a bit of getting used to.

"See you then" Malachi bade farewell awkwardly. He was under the impression that his father didn't feel the same way as he did. Perhaps he was wrong, perhaps he didn't care about him at all. After all, he was a fallen angel, a demon. How can something so selfish show love. This was just his mother's DNA coming out in him. He'd overcome it eventually. But he was pleasantly suprised when his Dad broke out into a smile and said,

"Come here and give your old dad a hug"

Azazeal gave in and made his way down the aisle, putting his arms around his son and giving him a masculine hug, patting him on the back. Both savoured the moment but broke away from each other not long after it started. He watched as his own child made his way towards the exit and pushed the door open without a second thought, disappearing into the big, bad world.

It was early morning and Cassie was sat at breakfast with a huge mug of coffee and a plate of greasy fry up. One of the downers of being friends with Thelma as a ghost was that she expected you to get food for her on your plate, and the canteen lady always looked at her strangely when she saw the same blonde girl come up to her each morning asking for two helpings of cooked breakfast, yet she never seemed to put any weight on. Thelma had helped herself to a large sausage and was nibbling away at it quite happily as Cassie observed with great interest and equal disgust her friend's eating habits.

"I think i'm gonna stay in tonight. Fancy a Johnny Depp film fest?" Cassie inquired.

She had been going out nearly every weekend for the past couple of months, trying to forget that...that thing she did. Thelma knew it was bothering her deep down and had told her on many occasions she had done the right thing. Azazeal was evil and so was the child. They had practically saved the world, or had stopped the Armageddon for at least another nine months. But the thought of what she did tore her up inside and plagued her thoughts. The only way she could get it out of her mind was by drinking and having fun. She would come in steaming drunk and pass out on the bed, forgetting the whole event and everything after it, including how she got home in the first place. But now she was calming down and although she still felt a heavy burden of grief, it didn't nag at her as much as it had done in the past. It was finally time for her to have a girly night in with Thelma.

"Ooh Johnny Depp, the only man i'd turn straight for" Thelma grinned and bit suggestively into her sausage causing Cassie to laugh uncontrollably.

"Hey, hands of missy, he's mine!"

"There's plenty of him to go around. In fact I think I've got a new fantasy. You, me and Johnny Depp sharing one big bed..." she sighed, resting her chin in the palm of her hand as she stared of into space.

"Thelma!" Cassie mocked outrage. Well, she was still a little shocked when she said things like this to her. She knew that Thelma was a lesbian and was passionately in love with her, but the thought still made her feel uncomfortable even if she was flattered. But to stop any hard feelings between the pair, she often flirted back with her. It seemed to keep Thelma happy and when Thelma was happy, so was Cassie.

"Cassie?" the deep voice of handsome headmaster David Tyrel had come up from behind Cassie and placed his hand firmly on Cassie's shoulder. She being of nervous disposition lately had given a little jump. Everytime someone sneaked up on her she always thought it was going to be one of those damned Nephilem. Or worse, Azazeal himself.

"Oh, hey" she smiled at him, "What's up?"

"Are you busy today at all?" he asked in a business like manner.

"No, not really"

"We've got a new student and he's...well he's not settling in very well. I was wondering if you could befriend him, make him feel more welcome, you know?" David asked diplomatically. He had known Cassie for a long time and thought this would be a good oppurtunity for her. She was sweet, intelligent and charming when around people she felt close to, even if she was a bit of a loner at times. It would do her good to have a new friend after what had happened to poor Thelma Bates. He still felt that she hadn't come to grips with Thelma's death. She once mentioned that she would have to ask Thelma something long after she had died, and sometimes out of the corner of his eye he swore that he saw her talking to herself.

"Sure, I'd be happy too" she faked a smile at him, not really caring much for this duty but feeling as though she had to comply. She wasn't exactly the person who could say no easily.

"Thank you, you're a star. He's in room 17 if you want to go and introduce yourself to him." David encouraged her and Cassie nodded her head silently still smiling until David began to feel her awkwardness and finally left her. She immediately turned back to Thelma and let the smile drop from her face.

"Ooh, roll over Johnny it looks like Cassie's got a new man in her life" Thelma smirked teasingly as she leant across the table and fluttered her eyelashes at her suggestively.

"You're disgusting, you know that?" Cassie replied, half serious half playful as she narrowed her eyes accusingly at her friend. But Thelma seemed to take this as a compliment and pursed her lips together into a kiss.

"Mwah mwah!" she mimicked and the both of them burst out giggling. A dark haired girl walking past the table wondered why the weird, blonde girl was laughing to herself.