A/N: Sorry for the late update! Life's been hectic. I just got back from vacation in Florida and I'm gonna be visiting my boyfriend during the Gettysburg reenactment soon.

I was terrified of the being before me. Although it made the other side hide, I felt Gabriel's eyes on me, staring straight through my soul. And in that instant, I saw everything he saw.

I was eleven, angry and confused from my last breakup. May wasn't at the bar, and there was a bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter. I knew my mom used it to calm herself down a lot, and really hoped it did the same for me. Being quiet as possible, I snuck out onto the bar and took the bottle. The liquid stung as it went down, but I soon felt my head swimming warmly.

I was thirteen and a half now (in an attempt to make myself sound more like a teenager and less like a kid) and life had hardly gotten easier. In fact, it got far, far worse. My face and stomach stung from where my mom hit me when she caught me sneaking her liquor. "At least buy your own goddamned booze, you worthless little bitch," she growled at me. "You can sleep on the streets tonight and remember how lucky you are that you're not there." So there I was. I saw a teenager, about seventeen or eighteen, skinny and grinning, with red-tinted eyes. "You look like you could use a hand. I know a great pick-me-up." He grinned wider, if possible. "You ever hear of marijuana?"

From there on, it was a fast and dark descent. What I started using got more and more serious, until I was dabbling in meth and heroin. And that 'dabbling' turned into full-on using.

"So, tell me, my foul niece, why are you doing this?" I felt his eyes leave me and the memories crumbled away, returning to the back of my head where they belonged.

"I'm training this lot to help them learn control. Once they establish control, they can seize control of their lives and make their own choices." Fat chance, I muttered internally. I knew that I could never go back to being any approximation of normal. The best Astarte could hope for would probably be for the other side to not drive me insane."

No. I mean, why do you keep acting like a demon when you're not?" He said. I heard assorted mutterings from the kids around me. "You are the child of an angel, why do you continue to hide in the shadows?"

"I am the daughter of Satan. I am queen of the demons. I am not pretending to be a demon or hiding in the shadows." I saw Michaelangelo move forward, but get held back.

"Little one, there is so much potential within you. You are the daughter of Evening's Dawn. There is a place for you in Paradise. All you need do is accept that you are an angel." Unlike me. I'll never have that place. I looked up and glared at Samael.

He waved his hand over her and I couldn't help but look up. The angel was pale with dark purple hair. But there wasn't a tail, her wings were feathered black and purple, and there was a purple blindfold over her eyes. Gabriel smiled, and I noticed that her normal form had started looking more demonic."Sweet, compassionate Evening's Dawn. There's so much awaiting for you back in Paradise. Our lord is willing to welcome you back. Forget the spawn of the fallen one and return home, sweet sister."

I wish I could Gabriel, but I belong with my daughter. She is the child of the Evening's Dawn and the Morning Star. And if she wishes, she will go to Paradise when she wants. But I will not leave her. As if she was proving her point, she disappeared.Fuck your daughter, I thought. You have a chance to go to Heaven and you're not taking it? What did she ever do for you?

"You heard my mother. She's not leaving. So fuck off." I wanted to slap her for being so disrespectful to an archangel. To God's messenger. It was like spitting in Michael's eye.

"Fine, I will leave you to rot in the shadows. But I hope you will soon see sense Evening's Dawn." He turned and began to walk towards the door. He paused just when he reached it. "By the way, I do like those flecks of blue and gold in your left eye Astarte. They remind me so much of your father's eyes."

Another memory came again, this time ancient and not my own. Lucifer, the most beautiful of the angels, with blue eyes flecked with gold. It disappeared just as quickly. All I had the chance to see were the eyes. Shit.

After the angels had left, I stood up, blushing. I can't believe I actually knelt to someone. I heard pained hisses from many of the class, but I don't know what they were feeling. The light had a calming affect. I looked around. On me, at least.

"How long?" Samael suddenly said. She looked at him but quickly turned away. "How long as he been watching through your eyes?" He demanded. That's what I saw. Satan's been watching us.

Astarte sighed. "Since the trial. He contacted me, wanting me to inform him of how training was going. Then he decided he wanted to see for himself, so I said he could use my eye." Samael then grabbed her arm, and I grinned slightly. So your husband isn't as perfect as he seems in your eyes.

"Why?! Your form could burn! Why are you letting him do this?! Don't you realize what you've done?!" He demanded. She growled and wrenched her arm from his grip.

"I am not possessed! He is watching through my eyes and that alone! He would never possess me!" I chuckled slightly now. So even demons could have lovers' quarrels.

"What are you talking about?!" Katio said from the back of the room. "Who's watching us?!"

"She's allowing Satan to watch us through her eyes. Her left eye is being used by Satan to watch us all." I wasn't surprised. Another lie from Astarte. Astarte kept her head down. "Show them." Samael snapped. She shook her head. "Show them!"

She lifted up her head and opened her left eye. My breath caught in my throat. It was still purple, but inside it were flecks of sapphire mixed with gold. I started panicking, though the other side was yelling at me to keep it together. Don't you know who your goddamned father is?! He helped knock this bastard from heaven! You may be a pathetic weakling, but you shouldn't be cowering from him.

"So...he can see us now?" Yuki murmured. Astarte nodded.

"If he wants, I could also let him speak to you." She paused before sighing. "And he wants to." She closed her eyes before opening them again, a blue flame appearing on her left one.

Well, if it isn't the class of misfits? Why am I not fucking surprised that you're all scared shitless of me? This voice was wrong for her. It was like the Outcast. Too old. Ancient, even. It cackled before continuing. Now, as you can know doubt tell, I'm using my beautiful daughter's eyes to watch you little fuckers and see how your training is going. If it goes well, you little bastards are going to be of great use to me. So, I'll be keeping a close fucking eye on you. Not if I don't haul ass first, I thought. I tend to do that kind of thing.

Astarte closed her eyes and opened them again, the blue flame gone and her eyes returning to some form of normality. "I think now would be a good time to end this lesson. We will continue tomorrow." She said. We all silently stood and left. I was fighting the trembles that racked my body like an earthquake as I left. I felt something hot against my chest and looked down. The amulet was glowing slightly.

"Do you know what the hell that was?" Asked Drake, appearing beside me.

I shook my head. "No. But if that bitch intends on using us as her fucking little toy army, I know I'm not gonna be sticking around. I got out the small orange bottle that held my pain pills. My bones were on fire. Swallowing five or six, I saw Drake staring at me. "What? This is hardly the worst I've done."

A/N: Thanks for reading, and as always, shoot a review or give me a Sue alert if she needs it before it's too late!