Author's Note: The first part of this chapter is going to be during the time when Persephone was dealing with in-laws and a pastor. This is why Bryan was not at home.

He came to in the back of a cop car. He was slumped over with his hands cuffed behind his back. He heard the two men talking in the front. The older one had a very New York accent. The younger blonde one did also but it wasn't as pronounced. He laid there for a few moments before attempting to sit up.

The older one looked back at him. Observing him struggle to sit up. "We'll be at the precinct shortly." The old one said. He sighed and just laid there.

The car stopped and the door opened. The younger blonde one grabbed him. He didn't resist. This wasn't the first time he had been in jail. He thought about running but he was hungry. A couple of nights in jail meant free food and a hot shower. So he complied.

They walked him into the building and he was put into a barren room. It was dark save for one light hovering over a metal table with two metal chairs. A barred window looked out over the city. The blonde detective sat him down. He left the cuffs on.

He sat there for a while after the two left. He could hear the bustle of the street below the window. Then the voices started. Telling him to break out. Telling him to strangle the life from the two cops and run. Run. But he resisted. Something about this place. The door opened and he jumped. He stared right at the blonde detective. The blonde set a cup of water on the table then undid his cuffs.

"You promise to play nice?" The detective said.

He just shrugged. His dark eyes still upon the detective. The detective took the seat opposite him. For a moment they sat in silence. Then the detective spoke. "What is your name?"

He picked up the water. He drank it down in three gulps He gently set the cup down. His dark eyes upon the detective. But he remained silent.

The detective sighed. "Oh so we are going with the silent treatment, then?"

He shrugged again. His dark eyes focused on the table. The top was polished. He could almost see a mirror image of his dirty bearded face. A jagged scar ran down his left cheek. A souvenir from the time another bum cut him over an argument. He had strangled the other man. Leaving his body under a bridge. And he ran.

The detective shifted in his chair. "Why did you run from my partner earlier?"

His dark eyes looked back at him from the polished table. Dirty black hair hung down. He was ready for that shower. He ignored the detective's questions.

"Were you involved in the attack on the officers earlier?"

He looked at the detective. A ruggedly handsome man with blue eyes. He loved blue eyes. Clean shaven, square jaw with slicked bac blonde hair. Muscular arms folded against a well-built chest. He wasn't afraid to admit he was quite attracted to the other man. "Maybe." He said to the detective.

"Maybe?" The detective narrowed his eyes at him. "Maybe." The detective nodded. "Care to elaborate on the maybe?"

He shrugged. "For a bite to eat." His stomach rumbled. He didn't care what he got. He just wanted food. "For a burger I will tell you anything you want."

The detective nodded. "Tell me you name first."

"Isaiah." It had been a long time since he had told anyone his name. The nuns at the orphanage had given it to him. He didn't particularly like it but he wasn't inclined to pick another.

"Now that wasn't so hard, now was it?" The detective actually smiled. "I'll see about that burger." The detective got up from his seat and went to open the door.

"You didn't tell me your name." He said to the handsome detective.

"Bryan."

He was alone again. He sighed and got up from the chair. For a few moments he paced. Something outside of the window caught his attention. He looked out over the city. He was surprised at the view. Then a face appeared. He jumped back. Blinked and the face was gone. He sat back down at the table and closed his eyes.

He jumped when the door opened. His head was lying against the cold metal table. Opening his eyes, he then sat up. The handsome detective appeared. He had a bag of food and cup holder with drinks.

"Wasn't sure what you would like so I just got you a regular burger and some fries."

His mouth watered as the detective set the food down. He grabbed the bag and fumbled with wrapper. He looked at the burger for a moment and then took a bite. It tasted like gold, like the greatest thing on earth. More bites. He picked up a handful of fries and shoved them into his mouth.

The detective watched him for a minute. "Boy, you are really hungry, buddy."

He just nodded. He wolfed down the burger so fast. He turned his attention on the fries. Their salty fried goodness. When he was done he belched. "Sorry." He looked up from the empty wrappers. The detective sat quietly across from him.

"So, are you going to tell me what you know about the attack earlier?"

He sighed. Picking up the soda he drank a few swallows. "They came up to me. Started asking questions. I declined and walked away." He paused and took another long drink of soda. "They followed me. One put his hand on me. I defended myself."

The detective sat quietly. "Defended yourself?"

"Yeah. I'm just one unarmed man against two armed cops. I didn't think he would go down so easily."

Bryan nodded and kept listening. "You broke his jaw."

"Oops." He shrugged. "The other one had his gun pointed at me. I defended myself."

"He has a concussion."

"Sorry. Sometimes I don't know my own strength."

"They said your eyes glowed."

He laughed. Sitting back in the chair he threw his head back and laughed. "That's what they all say."

The detective sighed. He shifted in his chair. "Where are you from, Isaiah?"

It was weird hearing his name. For so long he had just gone by nothing. That was what he was nothing. He had been dumped at an orphanage as a baby. A family adopted him but returned him when strange things happened around him. They said he was possessed.

"Nowhere." He responded to the detective. "I am a wandering spirit."

"Fair enough. Where did you come from before you were in New York?"

"From the south." He smiled at the detective. This was the first time in a long time he enjoyed talking to someone. The detective seemed kind and genuine. Even though he had injured two of his colleagues. He had brought him food. He found himself lost in the man's blue eyes.

"Do you have a last name, Isaiah?"

He shrugged. "Not that I know of." He stood up from his chair. He hated how uncomfortable it was. He walked over to the window. He waited for the face to appear. Nothing.

"You know we have to charge you with assault of a police officer. Twice."

He turned to the detective. "You can try. No one has ever been able to hold me long." His voice came out like venom. He turned and walked back towards the table. He picked up his soda cup. He drank down the soda until the straw made that annoying empty cup sound. Sighing he set it down. "Eventually you will find I am not one to be contained."

The detective sat there quietly. His perfectly formed hands setting on the table. His heart sank when he spied a gold wedding band on the detective left ring finger. "How long have you been married?"

The detective picked up his hand and looked at it for a moment. "Ten months."

"To a woman?"

The detective laughed. "Yes."

He sat in the chair again. He faced away from the detective. His earlier attraction gone. His eyes now focused on the wall. He closed his eyes for a moment. A raspy cold voice entered his thoughts. Run. They are coming for you. Run! RUN! He stood up and started for the door.

The detective was quick to get on his feet. "Whoa, where you going buddy?"

"I have to leave."

"You aren't going anywhere."

"Please, you don't understand."

The detective placed himself between him and the door. He just stared at him. The detective was far too beautiful for him to want to hurt. He just paced. "Please! I didn't mean to hurt those officers. But if you let me leave no one else will get hurt."

"That sounds like a threat Isaiah."

"It's not. Please, just let me go. I have to find him."

Those blue eyes scrutinized him. "Find who?"

Isaiah stopped pacing. He looked the detective dead on. His dark eyes focused on the other man. He felt the fire rise within him His eyes glowed red. "The fallen one."

He waited for the detective to run screaming but he just stood there. He wasn't the least bit afraid. Everyone else would have wet themselves and ran.

"The fallen one?" The detective replied.

He felt the fire recede from his eyes. "Yes the fallen one. He was cast out of heaven. I need to find him."

"Why?"

"He is my father."

The detective's eyes got wide. He now saw fear in the other man's eyes. He was waiting for that fear. It was time to pounce on that fear. He lunged for the detective. The detective dodge his attack. He turned and ran for the other man again. He swung his fist and landed on the detective's gut.

The detective fell to the ground. Then the door came open and two more men came in with weapons drawn. He smiled at them. The fire in his eyes as he lunged for them. A shot rang out and all went black.

**Persephone*

I stood there looking at me husband. He had just asked if I had any brothers. "I think so."

My husband nodded. He didn't say anything. I saw him wince and put his hands on his gut. He was bruised up pretty bad.

"Why do you ask?"

Bryan just walked into the bathroom, I stood there for a moment. Then I followed him into the large bathroom. Bryan stood at his sink. His head down. He was taking quick breaths.

"Bryan." I put my hand on his back. He tensed up. "Bryan. Honey what happened?"

Bryan sighed heavily. He lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. He just stared for a moment. His blue eyes looked like they were searching for something. He sighed long and then walked back into the bedroom. He sat on the bed.

I sat next to him. "Please talk to me."

"Remember earlier when you came in and the captain sent Tucker and I to the hospital?"

"Yeah. Is this about the two officers that were attacked? Are they alright?"

He nodded. "Yes. A little banged up but they will survive." He stood up again. Wincing at the pain from his injuries. "We got the description of a suspect. John chased him through the park. I found him by the tunnel. He punched me and then John taped him."

I sat quietly listening to my husband's story. It sounded like another night in New York City.

"There was something about him. The look in his eyes. A very familiar look." Bryan's tone got low as he spoke. "We got back to the precinct and the guy was pretty cooperative. He asked for some food. I brought him a burger."

I watched as Bryan nervously paced the bedroom. He was not acting like himself. Normally my husband was composed and very little rattled him. He had been a detective for nearly twenty years. Far more than my four years. But right now he was not alright.

"We talked for a little bit. He seemed sane. Then he tried to leave. He said he had to find him."

Bryan stopped pacing. He looked at me. His blue eyes wrought with worry and fear. I remained quiet while he recounted his story. The earlier scuffle with his parents was now forgotten at the moment. My heart ached for him. "He was looking for the fallen one."

"The fallen one?" I said.

"Yes. The fallen one."

The tone in Bryan's voice. It was the same tone he had used when he found out I was the daughter of the Devil. It was laced with anger and fear. Fear that I may hurt him. We were trying to take down a really difficult suspect. The man had been built like a tank. I made the decision to use my gifts to take him down. Bryan had seen the glow in my eyes. He had seen the fire erupt around us. He had witnessed it. When it was over he wouldn't talk to me. We were assigned to different partners. He wouldn't speak to me for months.

I sighed. My heart knew where this was going.

"He said he needed to find the fallen one." Bryan's voice became shaky. "His eyes glowed red. He was seeking his father."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Bryan's voice rose. "He said he was seeking his father. Then he attacked me."

"I'm sorry."

"Now, Persephone I need to you to be honest with me. Do you have any brothers?"

"I know I have had brothers and sisters. But I never met any. Are you sure he meant?"

"He looked just like him, Persi. Same build. Same hair. Same eyes."

I walked to my husband and wrapped my arms around him. He winced a little. I pulled away. But he pulled me back to him. I leaned my head on his chest. For a moment we stayed there like that. "I will talk to my father." I said quietly.

I heard Tristan start to cry. I looked up at my husband. I kissed him on the lips and then left the room.