Ok, sorry for the late update, but I have been stuck on what to do for this story and I have a criminology midterm coming up. Nonetheless, the warnings and disclaimers are the same and I will try and update again as soon as I can after I get back from my vacation. Reviews are always welcomed. Also, the translations have been added to chapter 8. Thank you Muria for pointing out to me so I could fix that. I can be such a blonde ;)

"Do not let the past dictate who you are, but let it become a part of who you will be."

- Nicki- "My Big Fat Greek Wedding"

"That's it, my son," he cooed, smiling as the boy finally gave up. He pulled the sword back and prepared to take his son's life.

Everyone says that when they meet possibly life-threatening situations their life flashes before their eyes, but not me. I didn't want to think about all of the things I was about to leave behind, but then again, I am a monster, ein Dämon. My life had been hard, but it had been good. I had a loving mother and father who took care of me the best they could, I had a great opportunity given to me by the professor, and I was very devoted in my faith. I truly believed that if I did my best and was the best person that I could be, that I would get into heaven on Judgment Day, for Mathew says 'Blessed are those who have been persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.'

But what about a demon?

I close mein eyes and ready myself for the pain I know is coming. Everything seems to go in slow motion. I reopen my eyes and everything around me seems clear, every one of my senses is picking up something. Fath…Azazel draws back his sword, its silver blade glistening in the red firelight, before he began to thrust it forward. I can hear screams from my old team resonating through the metal building and the heat from the flames pushing against me. I can smell singed fir and clothing and the metallic taste of blood sits in my mouth as I feel it seep from every wound.

So, can an imp, born of the devil himself, make it into heaven? I close my eyes again. I guess I'm about to find out…

Kurt swallowed hard and closed his eyes as Azazel began to thrust his sword forward with a sick smile on his face. Finally, I will be able to return to Earth and reclaim what is mine! thought Azazel.

"KURT!" yelled an angry, female voice and before Azazel could finish off his son, a small girl tackled him to the ground. His blade was knocked to the side when she hit him, causing it to miss its target and slice into Kurt's injured shoulder instead, jamming itself in the floor.

Kurt had opened his eyes when the girl called his name and was just able to make out a very pissed looking Kitty Pride tackling the red mutant to the ground. He bit back a scream as the sword hit his shoulder, but was relieved when Azazel lost his grip on it, leaving it jammed in the floor and unable to hurt her.

Azazel sat stunned on the floor as the thin girl continued to hit and punch him in the head as she sat on his chest. When the shock finally wore off, the look of anger resurfaced on the demon's face. Kitty continued to assault the man, but her blows appeared to affect him as much as a light summer breeze would a mountain.

His hand shot up and struck the girl across the face, effectively throwing her off of him and sending her to the floor. He pointed his hand at the flames and lift it, raising the height of the flames in turn.

"Kitty!" yelled Evan from the crowd, but he could not go and help her. Not only were the flames to high, he couldn't go against the professor's orders like Scott had, but by the looks of it, the professor was struggling keeping them himself.

Azazel picked himself off of the floor and brushed the dust off his clothes before advancing on the brunette who was pushing herself up from the floor.

"Kitty…look…out," she heard Kurt try to yell from the other side of the fire ring, his voice hoarse and soft. She turned, ready to perform another assault on the enemy, but soon found it too late.

As soon as she had turned, Azazel shot his hand out and struck her again, sending her flying toward Kurt, slamming to the floor, and sliding to a halt on Kurt's right side. She began to push herself up and looked at Kurt. His eyes widened as he took in what he saw. His Kätzchen, his beautiful Kätzchen had a large welt on her face from where the man had stuck her, a deep purple bruise beginning to force its way onto her reddened skin. Her lip was split and a small stream of blood was leaking down her chin. Her hair was wet and disheveled, but she still looked elegant and beautiful.

"Don't worry, Kurt," she said gently, "we're going to get you out of here."

She pushed herself onto her knees and began to stand, planting her feet firmly as she stood. "No," said Kurt, still pained and tired, "Kitty, you should…run. Leave me…he's too…strong."

Kurt looked up as he heard footsteps come to a halt near them. His eyes landed on Azazel and fear shot through him at the sight of those horrible black eyes, the eyes that had given him so much pain. Kitty stood boldly between father and son in an attempt to keep the former away from the latter. Blood dripped off her chin onto her uniform as she seemed to growl at the man.

"Move, wench," said Azazel.

"No," said Kitty defiantly, only to receive another strike with his tail, this time to her side, throwing her to the floor with a pained gasp.

"Kitty," called Kurt as he tried to get up to help her, sending a flash of pain though his body as the sword cut deeper. He fell back to the floor with a pained yelp.

"Disobedient pests," growled Azazel as he moved to step forward, only to have Kitty get back up and stand in her way. "Move you insolent girl!"

"No!" she yelled. "I won't let you hurt him anymore!"

Azazel's tail slashed at her again. She put up her arms to defend herself only to receive a large gash on both her forearms. She yelled in pain as he knocked them to the side and used his sharp barb to lash out at her face, cutting her cheek before she fell to the ground.

"Kitty," yelled Kurt, "please stop."

Still she continued to be rebellious and stood once more. Azazel's eyes flashed dangerously with fury. "You should know your place, girl!"

"It's here, between you and Kurt!" she yelled, fire burning in her eyes.

He didn't give her time to defend herself this time as he brutally attacked her, striking her stomach and sides with his fists. He slammed her head with his tail, throwing her to the ground facing Kurt. "Hizdamnût achronâ, yaldâ (1)."

"Kitty," Kurt said desperately, tears welling in his eyes as he watched her struggling to her feet again. "Please, Kätzchen, just let him by. I don't want to see you get hurt anymore. I'm not worth it. I'm a demon!" He couldn't stop the tears from running down his face.

"When are you going to get it through your head, you fuzzy elf," she said playfully, but in a tired, pain-filled voice. "You're part of the team, and you never abandon a teammate when there is danger."

Kurt stared at her in wonder until a furious growl was heard from the red man. Kitty faced the man insolently, but was soon struck down by the demon's powerful paralyzing blast. She fell onto her stomach, very close to Kurt and looking into his face, and finally unable to get back up.

"Kitty, why would you…" Kurt began, but he was interrupted.

"Kurt, I hope you'll forgive me," she said quietly.

"Kitty…"

"I don't care if you are still mad at me; I deserve that, but please, give everyone a second chance. What we said to you…what I said to you, wasn't right. But Kurt, please believe me when I say that I'm sorry, I don't think any of us was thinking when we said those things. We were angry, not at you, but at the people that hurt us yesterday, and you got the brunt of it. I know that doesn't make up for what we did, but I'm begging you to give us a second chance."

Kurt had noticed her valley girl 'like's' had disappeared from her speech; something that happened only when she was being completely sincere. "Kätzchen, I…"

"And Kurt, don't believe him. Everyone knows you're not a demon. You're our fuzzy elf and my best friend. I don't know what I would do if I knew I couldn't go to you for advice, or a laugh, or…" A tear fell from her eye and Kurt awkwardly moved his right arm to wipe it off her cheek. "Just remember that all that matters in the end is who you are, not what you are."

"Kätzchen…"

A red tail shot toward them and wrapped itself around Kitty's neck, lifting her into the air. "Nein," yelled Kurt as he tried to get up to help her, but soon shot back to the floor in agony as the sword continued to cut his flesh. He wrapped his hand around the hilt in an attempt to hold himself still and stop the pain.

"Why do you protect this boy, girl?" asked the man, his voice menacing. "He is not like you and is needed to free the neyaphem."

"Like…I don't know…what the…neyaphem are," Kitty gasped as the tail cut off her air, finding that the blast had also paralyzed her powers, "but Kurt's…my friend. He is the…kindest and…most caring person…I know and I…won't let…anything…happen to him. I know…if I was in…his position…he would do…the same…for…me." I was getting harder and harder for her to breathe!

"My dear," cooed the evil demon as he brought her to his eyes level, "you are in his position."

Kitty could feel the pressure in her head starting to build as every cell in her body screamed for air. Nonetheless, she smiled at the demon who in turn gave her a very confused glare. "I know…that's…why I…know it…will…be…ok."

Suddenly, there was an angry yell and Azazel's eyes opened wide in pain. His grip on Kitty released and as she fell to the floor, she took in a deep breath of sweet air before falling into unconsciousness.

Yay! Please review and I would like to say that the reason I have Azazel speaking Hebrew is because he is said to be a mutant from Biblical times. I was originally going to have him speak the form of Arabic that they speak in Egypt, but I couldn't find the translations for that. I think both are beautiful languages though.

Translations

1- Last chance, girl. Hebrew