We asked Mekiah to stay, and she agreed. She still had some things in her old bedroom, and she stayed in that room any time she came to visit. All of us were exhausted from triggering our supernatural and psychic sides.

We sat and talked for a little while, but Mekiah soon said she needed to get some sleep. She dragged herself upstairs, but Jack and I stayed up for a while longer, snuggling up to watch a movie. We needed some time to wind down. We weren't use to having excitement like this in our lives anymore. We were a nerdy, boring couple now, and we liked it that way.

"Mark?" he asked, looking up at me with his huge, gorgeous sapphire eyes.

"Hmmm?"

"Is this shit going to start up again?" he asked, almost sounding like he was wondering to himself out loud.

"I dunno, Jackaboy," I whispered. "I hope not."

"We have to figure something out," he said, sitting up and turning to look at me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his green locks. His hair was so soft and he smelled so good. "We did it before, we can do it again. But now we are stronger," I whispered. "No worries, my love. Okay?" I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, lingering to enjoy the taste of him. He parted his lips to let me indulge more.

Jack broke our kiss. "Yeah… we are stronger, and that's what worries me, Mark. Sean is stronger. Even though I know how to push him out, I… I…" he trailed off.

"You what, Jack?" I saw worry in his eyes.

"I don't want to."

"What do you mean, you don't want to?" I asked, scared and furious.

"I… I like the feeling, Mark. I like the power. I like the strength," he said, lowering his gaze from mine.

I stood up and paced the floor, trying to take in what Jack just told me. I understood perfectly what he meant by liking the power. I LOVED the feeling of taking my Nephilim form. But Jack was a cambion. Terrible thoughts plagued my head. What if he likes it so much that he never pushes Sean out? What if he turns one day and my Jack never comes back?

I had an idea, and I wanted to run it by him.

"Hey, what if I trained you like I trained myself? What if I trained you to trigger your inner demon? To pull from the cambionic DNA to fuel Jack instead of Sean?"

"But…" he looked at me, "I would still be a demon…" He trailed off.

"But you would be you," I said, "and not Sean."

"Do you think it will work?" he asked.

"I think so. I'm not sure what Sean is or why he completely takes over you when your cambion form is triggered," I said, "but it doesn't happen to me when I go Nephilim. We can train, then do some practice runs. I will be prepared for Sean, and after more training, you will too, so when we try to trigger your form we can push Sean out if he comes out instead of you."

"Okay. I'm willing to give it a shot. Anything to not have him in me anymore."

We started training that very night. We were not strangers to doing this type of learning, research and training, and Jack took to it easily. He read from the Book of Demons, and some things he had to figure out on his own since I couldn't read the Book of Demons.

After many hours of research, we decided to do a simple test run. We were prepared for Sean, but we were unsure if it would even work. I secured Jack's hands together with zip ties, then zip tied them to the banister.

Jack followed the ritual to the letter, and when I saw him clench his fists and squeeze his eyes shut, I knew it was close. I already turned Nephilim in preparation for what may happen.

I heard a deafening, growling roar escape Jack, then he lifted his head and stared at me with blazing green eyes.

"Jack?" I whispered.

He laughed. It wasn't Jack.

"Fuck!" I said, then took a deep breath. "Jack! Sean is here. Listen to me, don't push him out yet."

All the noise and yelling woke Mekiah, who came creeping down the stairs, eyes wide.

She made a move as if she were going to attack, but I shouted "NO!" and held up a hand to her. "We triggered this," I told her. "We are… trying... something."

Mekiah nodded and sat down on the stairs, watching with caution. I figured I may as well try to dig out some information while I had Sean available.

"Sean. It's a pleasure," I said sarcastically. He glared at me.

"What do you want, Nephilim?" he growled.

"I want some answers. If you would be so kind…"

"I am a fucking DEMON, Mark! I am NOT kind! Especially to angels!" he snapped, staring into my glowing, golden eyes.

"You have been kind before… I know you can be again. Now, please, why do you want Sarah? If you tell us, we may be able to help you." I lied.

"I want her body…" he whispered, licking his lips.

"You FUCK!" Mekiah screamed, standing up. Sean laughed.

"Calm your tits, sugar," he said to her. "It's not like that. See, when Darkie Poo reanimated her cold, dead, bloody corpse, he forgot to add one thing to the mix… her soul."

I looked at Mekiah and saw tears start streaming down her cheeks. I looked back at Sean, surprised. "What?"

Sean laughed. It was an awful sound, and it gave me chills. "Oh yes," he said, smiling. "Your beloved Sarah is walking around without a soul. The Sarah you knew is gone. The love she felt is gone. She is a shell, a walking hunk of emotionless meat. If I can get to her, I can take her body, and I won't have to share with Pretty Boy Jack anymore. I won't be pushed out, I won't have to be triggered to appear. I will just be. Finally. In a body of my own.

Now, I think all of us can agree, that sounds like a luscious idea. Jack wouldn't have to deal with me, I wouldn't have to deal with him, you wouldn't have to freak out every time I came to visit, and I would never bother you again." A wide smile spread across his face, his eyes pulsing with excitement.

"Jack! Listen to me. Push him out, Jack! Push him out NOW!" I screamed.

Sean slammed his eyes closed and let out a roaring scream. His head fell forward, and suddenly he was silent. He opened his eyes and looked at me.

Blue. My baby's sapphire blue eyes stared back at me.

"Jack…" I ran to him and cut the zip ties, then scooped him up and hugged him tightly.

"Can't… breathe…" Jack whispered, and I laughed as I released him.

"It didn't work, babe. Sean came," I told him.

"I know," he said. "Mark? This time was different. It wasn't all fuzzy like it normally is, I wasn't confused, I didn't have to try to figure out what was going on or think about what I was supposed to do. I watched everything, clear as day. I listened to him. And I waited until you told me to push him out."

"Well, it looks like we made some sort of progress, then." I glanced at Mekiah, then looked back at Jack. "We need to keep trying. We can stop for tonight if you are too tired to continue, or we can keep going if you are up for it."

"Keep going," Jack said. "I was close, I could feel it."

Jack got up and opened the Book of Demons again, skimming through as if he were looking for something specific. I was watching him, studying his face, his features, his eyes. He was so gorgeous. How is this lovely creature in love with me? How is this amazing man my soulmate? I thought to myself.

I smiled when I saw him find what he was looking for. His face lit up, and he started scribbling something in his little notebook. He looked up at me and said "I think I found what I was missing. I want to try again."

We went through the same routine, with the zip ties and the banister. Fists clenched and eyes closed, I prepped myself for the growling roar I knew was coming.

But this one was different. It was softer. Not any less loud, just not as rough. It was less depths of hell growl and more gritty determination mixed with fear.

He lifted his head slowly, but kept his eyes shut. His body was trembling, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. Some strands of green hair were stuck to his wet forehead, crossing over the long scar, making an X.

Eyes closed, he took in a breath. "Mark…" he said, then slowly opened his eyes.

I gasped when I saw his eyes. They were still blue, but they were… different. Lighter. They almost had a silver glow. I immediately knew it worked. He did it.

"Jackaboy! You did it!" I screeched, running over to him. I stopped short when I saw him tilt his head and smile. I instinctively took a step back. Remember, Mark, he is still a demon…