The Heirs of Heaven and Hell

Chapter 26: 666

Rated: M

Author: Celeste Jacobs

Beta: Maria

Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. Siena however, is mine.

Siena watched as Cain and Abel talked next to the window in Abel's room. She had only just now found out that two were brothers which was surprising because it meant that Cain had actually managed to keep a secret for once. Siena stayed a couple more minutes before heading back to the party. No one would miss her, she thought. No one ever did.

"It has been too long dear brother,"

"Yes, it has been quite some time," Abel smiled a bit. "I see you have become a demon,"

"It's not as bad as they make it out to be". Cain made sure to point his finger to the sky to emphasize his point. "Yes, the sinners are punished but for those like me who were sent there unjustly, we live a life protecting others,"

"But it could be like old times if you were in Heaven with me. What can Hell possibly offer you?"

"Everything," Cain replied.

"I don't understand". Abel was extremely confused. How could his brother, his innocent brother, enjoy a lifetime of torture? Of darkness?

"And you never will. Even I can't explain it but Hellena offers me solace,"

Abel still did not understand. "How can you say that? There is nothing but evil there. Nothing good comes out of that place."

"Then what about Siena?" asked Cain with a raised eyebrow.

"What about her?"

"Didn't you notice that she could see me?" Cain could not believe that his brother could be so dim.

"Well, yeah, but I knew there was something more to her but what does Hellena have to do with it,"

"Abel, Siena is Luci's daughter,"

The news hit Abel like a ton of bricks. 'She couldn't be," he thought. It was ludicrous. It was unimaginable...but her eyes..Her eyes.

"Why didn't she tell me," he growled. One thing Abel hated was being left out of the loop. His grandfather did it all the time and it annoyed him to no end.

"Why does it matter? My point is that you can't judge something you have never seen,"

"But I heard..."

"Heard what? Some shit about how all demons are evil or that all bad people go to Hell. If that was the case then why is Hitler still residing in Limbo. The man killed and tortured millions with the flick of his wrist and instead of going to Hellena he goes to Limbo. That's fucked up Abel and you know it." Cain could feel his anger reaching its breaking point and brother or not he was going to give Abel a piece of his mind.

"That was a mistake" replied Abel.

"Excuses, excuses. I'm sorry brother but Heaven has made you spineless. You honestly call that a mistake. I call it a plot. Our Grandfather always has something up his sleeve and everyone he sends to Limbo he has some sort of plan for. I swear, if he's reincarnating the son of a bitch, I will personally lead the next rebellion against Heaven,"

Abel looked at his brother. Cain was right. It wasn't a mistake. Nothing was every a mistake when it came to God. Suddenly, it all became quite clear to him. God hadn't sent him here just to find his brother. Something else was going on.

"Cain..I don't think that God sent me here just to find you. I think there is a bigger plan in the works,"

"I could have told you that," replied Cain.

"We need to figure out what he is planning before innocent people get hurt," stressed Abel.

"We?" asked Cain.

"We..As in you, me, and Siena,"

"Did you hear that?" asked Brittany looking wildly around the hallway she and her boyfriend, Tre, were passing through.

Tre rolled his eyes.

"It was probably Peeves or something. Stop being such a scaredy cat and come on," he replied pulling her forward.

The two continued down the hall and turned the corner completely oblivious to the fact that had Brittany just looked up, she would have been met with a very interesting sight. Two boys, one dark haired and one blonde, having sex on the ceiling.

Harry knew that something was wrong with Draco. He could smell it but that wasn't stopping him from taking advantage. Sex had never been like this. He had always used it to get what he wanted and left the fools to their own demise. But now, he didn't want to let Draco go. He almost felt a surge of protectiveness. Ignoring the unfamiliar feelings, Harry growled and pushed himself further into the Angel beneath him.

"I need to talk to you,". It was Abel. Siena looked at him for a moment before nodding her head. The two walked back to his room and she noticed that Cain wasn't there anymore.

"He went back to take care of his charge," said Abel, noticing her questioning gaze.

"I see. I was wondering why he was on Earth,"

"Why didn't you tell me you were a Demon?" asked Abel suddenly.

"Because I'm not. I'm half Demon and half Angel. I thought you Angels knew everything. I sensed you were one when I first met you," said Siena.

"I have never met a Demon before,"

"Well what you were expecting horns and a tail? Maybe a little pitchfork? Sorry to disappoint but we look like everyone else. We come in different sizes, shapes, and colors. The only difference between an Angel and Demon is that we don't judge others because they are different. Maybe humans should have been made in Lilith's image. Then their world wouldn't be the shithole they turned it into," Siena was ranting and she knew it but she hated when people assumed. It made her angry to the core.

"I never said that," Abel protested. "You're putting words in my mouth. I just wanted to ask if you could help my brother and me uncover God's plan.

"What plan?" asked Siena.

"Aren't you going to apologize first?" replied Abel.

Siena walked up so close to Abel that he could almost feel their noses touching.

"Hell no. Now tell me the goddamn plan,"

"Um..Well, I don't know what it is but I have a feeling that my grandfather is up to something. My brother and I need your help to find out what it is,"

Siena mulled over Abel's request for a moment. She could help them but Harry would be angered and possibly hurt if she helped out the people he despised.

"Let me think about it,"

Draco awoke with a start the next morning. His head was swimming and he felt like...

"Oh crap " hissed Draco before running towards the bathroom. He quickly threw up and found himself dry heaving when the contents of his stomach were gone.

"What happened last night?" he thought.

He felt sore all over and he had a terrible headache. He looked down and noticed that he was wearing the same clothes from the night before. A pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Draco rubbed the side of his neck and his eyes widened when he felt raised skin. He rushed to the mirror and tried not to scream at the bite marks that littered his pale neck.

"Oh Arbatel, grant me your ability to see what I cannot. Reveal to me a memory that is hidden and must be uncovered,"

Draco continued to chant and found himself assaulted with images of him and Harry. Draco felt fresh tears on his face and for the first time in his existence he felt dirty. He couldn't believe that he had enjoyed having sex, especially with a Demon. He wasn't even supposed to have sex. He was supposed to be pure. But it had felt so right.

Draco wiped the tears from his face. He was being stupid. The Demon didn't even give two sickles about him and he was crying while the dummy was probably in bed fast asleep.

Speaking of sleep. How did he get back to his bed?

"No" he thought. Did he bring me back here? It wasn't possible, was it?

Draco shook the thoughts away. He decided that the Demon had probably left more than the "gifts" on his neck. Draco proceded to take off his shirt and sucked up enough courage to look in the mirror again. This time at his whole body. He found black and blue bruises on his abdomen and a couple of scratches.

"What's that?" he thought, his eyes suddenly drawn to a mark peeking from beneath the right side of his jeans. Pulling back the waistband, Draco felt himself becoming sick all over again as he recognized the symbol branded onto his skin.

666.

"666," thought Harry. "The year of my brother"

It had become standard for Hellena to be associated with the numbers 666. Considering that his brother Judas was born in 6 B.C., 666 had been a mark proposed by his mother to honor his brother. He could still hear her words echoing in his ear.

"This mark can be given to anyone. Whether they are mortal or even one of God's chosen. This mark tells any Demon that this soul is not to be harmed for they are under the protection of Hellena. Those that disregard it will be punished severely and their soul will waste here forever,"

Harry got up from his bed and walked over to the window. What the hell had he done? He was supposed to kill God's son not protect him.