"How was the hunt?" He asked.
"There's some monster bitch after our daughter." Dad replied.
"Are you alright?" He asked me.
"Fine." I said. "She didn't touch me."
"Do you know who, what she was?" My father questioned.
"Her name is Harmony Nightshade." I informed him. "We'd be lucky to figure out half of what she is."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Harmony's a mix of different things." Dad said.
"One of them is demon that's for sure." I said. "Could be angel too. The rest I have no clue."
"Until we find out no more hunts." My father decided.
"Dad, that's not fair." I whined. "I know how to take care of myself."
"And we don't know what this Harmony girl is capable of."
"But..."
"No hunts and that's final." Dad ended the conversation there.
"So, what did Grandpa need?" I asked.
"There was a rebel angel who he needed me to deal with." My father explained.
"So he's having a past rebel take care of angels who are currently rebelling?" Dad asked.
"You rebelled?" I asked.
"Yes, I had to in order to protect your dad."
"Was this before or after he was in hell?"
"After." Dad said. "We didn't meet until he raised me from perdition."
"You still have the mark." My father placed a hand on Dad's bicep.
"Well, I'm going to unpack." I said in disgust. I hated when they got like that. Probably wasn't the best idea to bring up Dad's time in hell.
I grabbed my bag from the couch and went to my room. I took the knives from my bag and began throwing them at the wall. My parents didn't care. My walls were covered in knife holes. The pattern on the wallpaper served as targets. Never missed a toss. Practice helped clear my mind. And boy did I need it.
That power. It was the complete and polar opposite of my own. Who was she? And why did she want me?