When she woke up she felt sick, she tried to control it but instead it swelled up like a balloon in her gut and she had no choice but to let it out. She pulled over to the side, choking out a glob of brown onto the metal floor. When she pulled herself back upright, she tried to wipe her face and found that she couldn't. Her vision cleared after a few minutes and she looked around, taking in her surroundings. She was in a room, she saw, a room that was almost devoid of furniture except for two chairs and a table upon which a bone lamp sat on. She slowly stretched her legs out and stood, when she tried to walk around she found that she couldn't budge where she was. Before she could say anything, the metal door, painted red with a K on it, slid open. Her grandfather walked into the room, he was wearing a brown furred robe that had a snakeskin belt around it, snakeskin boots and she saw that there was a gold chain hanging down around his neck. She lunged forward, her mouth open, her teeth bared, and he stopped.

"I see you are awake my little captive." her grandfather said.

"Let me go is so out-rated," Angel snarled. "but it's all I can think of to say."

"I am afraid I cannot comply with your wishes." KurukVile replied.

An overhead light suddenly went on and she saw bright white light , she blinked her eyes and shook her head to get rid of the fuzziness. Her grandfather took advantage of her temporary disorientness and slid in behind her, he undid the chains that kept her up against the pole in the room. She tried to run off but he grabbed her and using a move that was sacred and dangerous, made all the blood and liquids in her body slow. This was a move only know to a few, it was trained specifically between father and offspring, he had learned it from his father, DuruVile Surfeit, and he knew well how to use it. By having complete control of her he made her walk, she moaned and grunted as she walked to the chair. He forced her to sit then he grabbed her wrists and snapped them in the iron bands that were on the chair's arms. He let her have control of her body after he sat down in the chair across from hers.

"How did you do that!" Angel exclaimed. "It's like you was inside of me forcing me to..."

"Do as I wished you to." KurukVile brought his left leg up and swung it over the right. "An ability taught to me by my father, it's in conjuction with the elemental powers."

Angel looked down, she struggled against the iron rings then stopped and looked in horror at the outfit that she was wearing. She was barely wearing anything! It was like a mansy but was more feminine, the fabric was also much more softer and gentle. She was wearing a one piece outfit which was open completely on the front, she could tell she was wearing no bra as her nipples poked out clearly underneath the outfit. There were two gold clamps on her shoulders holding the suit together, the suit was red. The groin area of the suit was like that of a bikini, it was on tight so nothing could be seen. She was wearing red sandals on her feet with gold beads.

"I see you are taking in the outfit I had put on you." her grandfather broke the silence. "Fine quality! Fine outfit for a fine female! Shows the curves well."

"I suppose you had this put on me for your own sick fantasies." Angel growled at him. "This is something a woman would wear if she was in the twelfth century in Arabia."

"I will be honest with you," her grandfather leaned closer to her. "I was not expecting to have a rather gorgeous girl as my granddaughter."

"You sick bastard!" Angel shouted, she leaned in as far as she could and sent a glob of spit at her grandfather. It landed on the side of his face.

KurukVile hadn't expected for such defiance from one so delicate and petite in build. He reached his hand inside his robe and took out a black silk kerchief and wiped the spit from his face. He didn't bother replacing the kerchief back in his robe, instead he swung his arm hard. Angel's head smacked back hard against the chair, her left cheek already red from the slap. She turned her head at her grandfather slowly, looking at him through hot emerald-green eyes, the golden-yellow ring around the dark pupils bright and beautiful. KurukVile took one look at her then smacked her again, this time his hand slid across the right side of her face. When she repeated the slow turn of her head and glared at him with her eyes he slapped her three more times in quick succession. The last time she spat out blood.

"Keep it up young lady." he said to her. "Like your father, I don't take disrespect."

"What exactly do you want?" Angel asked him. "What have I done to you to deserve this treatment?"

"You've created quite a bit of trouble for your father." KurukVile replied.

"So what!" Angel yelled, she bounced twice in the chair trying to get loose. "Last I heard you disowned him, so what's my existence to you?"

KurukVile stood up and walked around the room, Angel followed him as far as her neck would allow, she lost sight of him when he passed behind her. She listened, she waited, it seemed like forever before finally she felt him grab her from the back of what little hair she had left. He pulled her head back, not ripping any hair from her head but making sure she was in an uncomfortable position. His fiery red eyes bore into her emerald-green ones, she saw danger in them eyes and that made her shudder. He released her afterwards.

"You are my granddaughter." KurukVile replied. "And yes, I had disowned your father. Had, child, past tense."

"I hardly know you and I sense that that is something you wouldn't normally do." Angel shook her head, trying to get rid of the throbbing.

"True, you are right it isn't." KurukVile sat back down in the chair across from her. "Sometimes a man has to think up his decisions though and see if they were conducted in the right fashion. I've already missed quite a lot over the years."

"You mean the kid years of Rita and Rito?" Angel asked.

"And you." KurukVile added.

"Sorry dude I wasn't raised by my father." Angel snickered. "I was raised here on Earth by my... fraternal twin sister."

KurukVile sat upright and looked at her, she felt her back stiffen and she felt a trickle of sweat roll down her chest. She now noticed that he had a bandage around his left ear and he had some sort of medication that made the right side of his face where four nail-marks were shine. A sound of someone yelling outside the door reached their ears and both of them turned to the door. Angel knew who it was from the boom of his voice and it made more droplets of sweat roll down her chest, some also rolled down her back. KurukVile stood up and went to the door, he had just turned the doorknob when it fell against him, pushing him against the wall. Master Vile rushed in, his golden-yellow eyes searching all over. When his eyes and hers met his face got harder, when he saw her outfit a wheezing sound came from him. KurukVile pushed the door off of him and closed it, he walked up and stood beside his son.

"What... Is... She... Wearing!" Master Vile said each word separately, each was filled with his anger.

"The newest outfit of a sick psychopath." Angel replied angrily, she glared out at the two men in front of her.

"I had my servants put it on her." KurukVile answered in a more calmer manner.

Master Vile turned on his father and started speaking a language she had heard once or twice before from Dione, his oldest half-sister. KurukVile just stood there, looking at his son in an almost calm fashion before he swung his hand which he had fisted. It collided with Master Vile's stomach, Angel noticed that her father wasn't wearing his breast-plate. Master Vile doubled over, his hands on his stomach, and KurukVile walked over and sat back in his chair across from her. Angel found herself glaring at him again, she had near forgotten about her father until suddenly she found a black garment thrown around her. She jerked her head up, her neck would be aching the next day. Master Vile had walked around her and had ripped his cape from his back, he had thrown it around her covering her body with it.

"I shudder to think of what all you have done to her." her father said his father.

"Not a thing, Son." KurukVile put a lot of emphasis on the word son. "Just sat and talked. And disciplined."

"Disciplined?" Master Vile said in a near shout. "You are not allowed to touch my offspring in any disciplinary way! I hardly want you near them!"

"Calm yourself boy." KurukVile waved his hand once. "What is this I am hearing that this one here was raised by her twin?"

Master Vile grew silent, Angel felt a pair of eyes on her and she didn't need to know who it belonged to. She sighed, seeing that she was in a creek without a paddle and seeing as talking could give her some time to think of a way to get out of her father's clutches, she decided to tell her father and grandfather a few things about herself that she had just found out.

"Helen of Earth had two daughters." Angel explained. "Twins. One sired by Atlas of Sclera and one by the fool behind me."

"Watch your tongue young lady!" Master Vile gripped her by her shoulder tightly.

"Superfecundation and chimerism," KurukVile sighed. "Helen must have already been pregnant when you and she had your thing, Son."

"Yep and thanks to this guy here the daughter in her womb was forced into birthing her own twin nineteen years to the day of her birth." Angel answered.

Angel went on, telling them about how Bathilda, her sister, had given birth to a green egg during a self-coma induced sleep then had raised her. She told them about her upbringing, how many villages she had been taken to because she had been a rowdy child who saw her powers as playthings and was showing off which scared the villagers and made them think of her as a demon-child then she told them about going to Pronghorn Academy of Sorcery and Magic for a hundred years. Her grandfather had joined his hands, nodding his head at her every word. Her father, it seemed, wanted her to be quiet. He would, at times, try to butt in and give an excuse for leaving. His father would say Vile, hush and that would spark an argument between them for a few seconds.

"Very nice story, young lady." KurukVile said after she was finished. "Glad to have the details of your upbringing and education. For a being with only half of an education from Pronghorn you are pretty strong."

"I wasn't interested in the second term at Pronghorn," Angel replied. "the second term taught evil. I wasn't interested."

"As soon as I have her under control I'll teach her myself on that." Master Vile said.

"Are you deaf or did you not just hear what I said?" Angel looked up at her father. "I said I have no interest in being evil."

That was the end of the conversation, Master Vile placed a gag on her mouth making her quiet up. He unsnapped the iron rings on the chair and, although she fought him when he pulled her to her feet, he swung her up over his ears, his ears were big and long and in the way of his shoulders there was no way that he could have placed her on his shoulder. She swung her head hard from side to side until the gag slid down. She pounded her hands against her father's back and tried to kick out with her legs but she found that they were useless at the angle she was in. KurukVile followed his son out of the chamber, down the hall to the hatch of his ship. He had one request for his son before he left with her, that he be allowed to give her a hug. Master Vile looked at him for a long time, untrustfully, then lowered her to the floor. KurukVile wrapped her up in his arms and near lifted her from the ground, when he put her down she kicked her leg up, her knee met his groin hard. He doubled over, shouting in pain, his face scrunching into a snarl of pain, and she ducked to avoid her father who had lunged to grab her. Now free, she turned and ran a few dozen feet before teleporting out. When she appeared back in the refugee camp a series of gasps erupted around her.

"Where in the world have you been?" Lieutenant Rollins exclaimed. "What are you wearing?"

"Dear ol' granddaddy wished to spend time with me." Angel replied. "He had this put on me, disgusting isn't it?"

"For your grandfather to of had it put on you, yes." the Lieutenant answered. "How did you get away?"

"A good kick in the groin does the trick." Angel walked off. "I'll be right back, need better clothing than this on."

Three days later Angel's neck screamed in pain whenever she tried to turn it and both sides of her face were bruised up. She was happy though, she had changed into a pair of blue jeans, a red two-tone shirt and tennis shoes soon after returning to the camp. She had soon found herself needing her jacket, the wind was crisp. She had postponed re-trying to take back Gansu Province until her neck's muscle structure healed up, the Lieutenant was agreeing to this. General Faulk was now back on her side, she had found that he was about to rally the troops to go back to get her soon after she had been found missing. Both men were agreeing that they were both needed to help her, not only to take back Earth but also to to help her with her family.

"Angel this is madness!" General Faulk exclaimed to her a week after she had returned. "You have your father wanting to capture you, you grandfather practically had you and your uncle is at the shield trying to get in. This is insane!"

"Your concern is in the right areas." Angel replied, she twisted a rope in her hands. "But you missed who was more dangerous."

"And that I do believe would be your grandfather." General Faulk replied, throwing his hands around. "Older. Wiser. I think even stronger than your father."

"You've fought against both of them," Lieutenant Rollins came up behind Angel. "from what I saw you had a hard time against your grandfather."

"You're right." Angel replied. "I did. Next time I'll have to be quick on the toes, fast on the legs and brain and use more than just my abilities. Magic is sometimes not always the best weapon."

General Faulk, Lieutenant Rollins and Angel had lunch together, they thought up plans for taking back the Gansu Province in China and a majority of them were thrown out due to being either too simple, too crazy or too dangerous. After their meal they all sat in silence until, finally, Angel stood up. She had just gotten an idea which might work.

"Either of you two know how to fly a helicopter?" Angel asked. "Or a plane?"

"Yeah I have three thousand hours in the air." the general replied. "Why?"

"I know how to fly a helicopter," Angel said. "if we had two up in the air while the troops are fighting on the ground we will have an advantage."

"Brilliant!" Lieutenant Rollins nodded his head. "But will it work? Your grandfather..."

"Let me deal with him." Angel said. "General!"

"Yes ma'am." General Faulk stood and saluted quickly.

"Find two helicopters, equip them with the best weaponry. Missiles, bullets, everything and anything you can think of." Angel said. "We head off tomorrow. Bright and early."

The morning following found KurukVile sleeping in late, his wife, Irka, had decided to head in to the Gansu Province herself to look into matters of the camps. At first, she found that the monsters in the camps didn't take her seriously then she attacked one with her Skull Gauntlet, tearing one side of his face off with the instrument, and they all started listening. Her husband had not been happy after Angel had escaped, it had made him look like a fool and he did not like that at all. He had been silent and to himself, stewing in his own anger, for four days straight. She had left him be but their oldest son, Master Vile, had not. Their oldest child had been very close to getting a beating after the last cut down he had done. Luckily, for Vile, she had been around to sooth her husband into a calm state. Irka looked down at her still bleeding Skull Gauntlet, it was a real work of art and was her favorite weapon. It was stainless steel, it shined brightly in the rays of the single sun that the galaxy she was in had. The strap that went around her wrist was black as was the hand band. The skeleton fingers were metal and painted silver, beyond the fingers of her weapon was a row of skull knuckle guards. She made sure to keep it in good shape, she sharpened the blades twice a week and polished the steel and metal once a day.

Irka sat down on a rock and gazed out at the monsters in the camp, they were all muscled and ready for battle and if Angel was to attack anytime soon they would surely be ready. She found herself thinking about her youngest child, Triskull. She hadn't seen him in a long while now and with him being her youngest she worried. She loved all of her children equally, but her youngest she still worried over because of his youth and inexperience. She didn't much worry about her oldest, he was very wise and had lots of experience under his belt, while Dara Dara, her only daughter, and Triskull, were not. They were smart and well trained and equipped but no where near as wise or experienced as her oldest.

She thought back to when she had given birth to her first child, it had been torture for her! KurukVile had been there, at least for a few hours before she started screaming that she was going to get him for the pain she was in then snatched out at him angrily, he had left the room after six hours and just paced in front of her door. The doctor had had to cut her for Vile to be able to pass out of her, he had been a normal sized baby but the ears that were almost as long as his shoulders have made for one difficult delivery. After a thousand years she had given birth to Dara Dara, that one had been easier. Dara Dara had merely slipped into the universe without hardly a scream from her. Three hundred years later she had given birth to Triskull. He had been born with stubs for horns, but those hadn't hindered her delivery of him, like his brother earlier it had been his ears that had made her scream out in pain. KurukVile and she did want more kids, but at the moment they were living the life of being with themselves before adding an extra bundle of joy to their family.

"Mrs. Surfeit!" Professor Longnose exclaimed. "Mrs. Surfeit come quick!"

Angel was pleased with the helicopters that General Faulk had found for him and her to use for the take back of Gansu Province in China. Two fully fueled up, fully operational Boeing AH-64 Apache's equipped with two 30 mm automatic M230E1 Chain Gun's, a mixture of AGM-11 Hellfire anti-tank missiles, and Hydra 70 general-purpose unguided 70 mm rockets. She had a headset on and was ready to start the attack, the monster camp was directly in front of her. She looked to the left and raised her thumb, the general nodded his head and she heard him send out the order to start firing. The monsters below were scrambled, they started firing back their energy blasts quickly but the troops below, which were led by Lieutenant Rollins, were safely in position. Grenades, missiles, bullets and bombs were thrown at the monsters, many explosion went off in the monsters camp. Angel had her finger on the trigger of the AGM-11 Hellfire, she positioned herself carefully then sent 1 missile towards the center of the camp. Boom, an explosion of debris and flames leaped up from where the missile had landed, smoke of black and gray flew up making the temperature hotter near where the missile had struck. She positioned herself near the front line of the monsters and gripped the M230E1 Chain Gun's trigger, many monsters looked up and her but had not the chance to fire back. Between she and the General who had the back of the camp, they had the monsters running quick.

"Angel we have them on the run!" Lieutenant Rollins said over the radio. "I repeat, we have Gansu Province!"

Angel was about to start cheering when suddenly, the tail of her helicopter was blown off. She grabbed the analog stick and tried her best to keep it up in the air but without the tail it was useless. She unbuckled herself from the seat she was in, got up and then jumped out of the helicopter, it landed in a great explosion a hundred yards away from her. She hadn't had time to inflate her parachute, she plopped on her side on the ground hard. She got up slowly, she saw that General Faulk was still up in the air and the Lieutenant Rollins and his troops were fine, she was in the center of the camp she saw. She shook her head hard, trying to clear the fog from her mind. It was then that she heard a ticking sound behind her.

"Look at this mess you've caused young lady!" Irka tsked.

"I'm about to make you a mess!" Angel exclaimed.

Angel had brought her sword with her this time and she swung it out from its sheath, with a roar she ran at her grandmother. Her grandmother stood her ground until she was within five feet of her then withdrew her single Sai and swung it. Angel's sword caught against it and it was near lost to her. Angel swung the sword five times, her grandmother catching against it each time. She slashed at granddaughter with her Skull Gauntlet, intending to simply cut into her thighs but Angel, when she saw the weapon, started moving wildly, never staying in one place for long. Angel swung her sword hard sideways and it caught and held against Irka's sai, with a hard tug she wrenched the weapon from her grandmother's hand. It fell twenty feet from them.

"How dare you!" Irka exclaimed. "I, Irka Surfeit, will teach you a lesson on how to respect your elders!"

Irka slashed at her granddaughter with her Skull Gauntlet, she caught her three times on the arm then when Angel came in close she turned the Gauntlet around and brought it across her granddaughter's stomach. Angel gasped and pulled away, she looked down and saw blood trickling down her shirt, she felt it drip down into her pants and underpants, it had started going down her leg when she jabbed her sword in its sheath, as soon as the sword was in its sheath she tore off, in the direction of her grandmother. Irka sliced her wrist gauntlet, intending to only wound her granddaughter enough for her to capture her but instead when she and her granddaughter collided the blades slid into her side, Angel yelled out in pain then grabbed her by her hair. They looked each other in the eye for a few seconds before Angel slammed her hand which was held fully straight out, down on the side of her neck. Irka's vision swimmed, then grew dark. She collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Angel fell down beside her, her hand went to her side, she was bleeding in several places but the wound on her stomach and the wound in her side were the worst.

"Miss. Irene!" Lieutenant Rollins exclaimed, he ran up to her quickly. "Are you alright?"

"Did we win?" Angel asked.

"Yes," the Lieutenant replied. "we did yes."

Angel was helped up, she teleported quickly to the town closest to them in Gansu Province and with a lot of force she put a shield around it. When she teleported back to where the battle had been fought she found that the Lieutenant and General Faulk were standing over her grandmother, who was still unconscious from her open neck slap. The General was talking about putting a bullet in her, the Lieutenant wanted to just leave her. Angel walked up, she pushed the general back and stood over her grandmother.

"We'll take her hostage." Angel said. "Tie her up. Make sure them knots are tight! She gets loose there will be hell to pay."

"I will not have this creature in my camp!" General Faulk exclaimed.

"You can leave the camp then," Angel said hotly. "she's coming with us."

Lieutenant Rollins tied Angel's grandmother up as tightly as he could, General Faulk checked the knots and nodded his head. The Lieutenant, after being ordered to collect the Bone Woman, grabbed her up and threw her over his shoulder. General Faulk walked along with Angel ahead, making sure to stay near her if she fell because she was bleeding badly. When Angel, General Faulk and Lieutenant Rollins got back to the troops Angel teleported them back to their camp. She had the Lieutenant put her grandmother in her tent.

"The wound on your side is worse than the one on your stomach miss." the doctor, a young brown-haired man with deep blue eyes. "I have sutured up as much as I can. The rest I bandaged up good. Get plenty of rest and drink lots of fluids."

"Thanks Doc." Angel said.

Angel walked from the medical tent slowly, her every move hurt her. She saw that Triskull was back at the shield, he wasn't doing anything but following her, his glowing yellow eyes were blazing in fury. Before she pulled the flaps of her tent up and went inside she gave him an acknowledging salute with her fingers. He yelled and leaped at the shield, and was thrown back writhing in pain. Sparks of all colors shot out from the shield, she shook her head and rolled her eyes then ducked into her tent. She glanced over at her grandmother, who wasn't gagged, and saw that she was still unconscious.

"I must be out of my bloomin' mind to have you brought here." she said to her unconscious grandmother. "Granddad will be a raging volcano when he finds out that you have been taken captive."