Chapter Twenty-Two

This Chapter Has Violence. I hope it is okay. I want to write a bad ass female for once. So, here is me trying :)

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I remember that time when you took my hand

Looked into my eye said, "I got you, darling"

Shivers up my spine and down my back

Somersaults inside my stomach

You let the sparks fly high into the night

And I tried to hold them

I'm reeling in the ash and smoke

'Cause you came and broke my heart wide open

Chapter Twenty-Two - Angel Wings

Nephele's POV

I run for as long as I can, pushing though the crowds of people. All colours of the diverse rainbow flow freely past me as I push onward, trying to evade the men after me.

This area of the city, the area in which the centre isles of the city were connected to the outer, were a lot more crowded than I initially had taken notice too. This was probably a good thing as well as the crowds helped me hide.

I left the violet eyed woman's stall almost immediately after those men spotted me, and I had since crossed the cobbled street that ran a circuit around the moat that sectioned the city into the two parts; outer and inner city. Lilith said something about a 'centre' before she teleported, or as Lucifer says the technical term, 'Winnowed', away. The bustling crowds became denser as soon as I set foot onto the other side of the street which was separated from the market place by two tram tracks which looped around this circuit continuously all day.

I slowed down as soon as I hit the crowds of people though, more pushing through and past the figures to try and gains some distance between me and those men. I wouldn't be able to take on all three at once.

Whilst I was pushing through these people, I couldn't help but think of Lucifer. Our relationship, if that is what you would call it, was growing rapidly. I was more comfortable around him and I openly displayed signs of affection which previously had seemed like a horrible thing to ever do. I wanted to comfort him earlier, like it was a natural instinct to do so.

The thought of being attached to him both scared and excited me simultaneously in a cruel way. I wanted to be around him; it was gross. I always hated those TV Drama reality shows where they would fight over the guys heart, or they would throw themselves head-first into 'love' with a man they barely know. I always promised myself I would never do that, because frankly it was toxic.

Yet here I was, doing exactly, or close to exactly, what I had promised not to do.

I was mid-way across the bridge and I slowed down to a fast walk, fitting pace with some other women as I sidelined them, hopefully making it look as they I was apart of their group. We wore similar clothing. Whilst I wore back jean-pants, they were ripped jeans with some cropped tops and extensive jewellery layered upon their petite wrists. Two of the four females also wore a shawl, covering half of their golden-brown hair. The other two had their hair flowing freely, iron white and velvet black wisps of silk flowing freely in the light breeze. I wasn't too close as to draw too much attention from them, but close enough so I didn't look like I was alone whilst walking.

I made a quick glance behind me, peeping over my left shoulder too make it look like I was engaging in conversation with the four individuals beside me. I had to make it look natural to blend in. This was about survival right now.

The iron white haired woman, who was the closest of the four to me, made eye contact with me as I looked over my shoulder, the quick glance of blue eyes meeting green made me panic, but there was no malice or harsh intent in those eyes.

She didn't say anything, a small nod of her head was enough words as I looked back over my shoulder and returned to face forward.

She didn't say anything. But she knew that something was happening, yet there was no way she could do anything about it.

I continued on, previously noticing that the three men had split up and were searching the bridge in a row like manner. The taller one took the far-right side of the bridge, the smallest took the middle and the brunette middle heighted man took the left, or my side.

If I was not being chased down by a dozen truck loads of men right now, I would have had admired the sheer beauty of the stone and cobbled bridge. The concrete-like walls were high enough so no one feel from them but there were carved in patterns which spiked interest from little kids and the general public. In the middle of the bridge, which I had already passed, there was a guard box with a gargoyle stone statute on the top. The gargoyle's eyes seemed to move as you passed, as though it was following you.

I did push that feeling away before, but as I got further and further away, I couldn't help but want to be watched. I wanted someone to get me out of here already.

Blu was not here and I couldn't defend myself with the ice-power thing yet because I didn't know where it came from; me or Blu. I am hoping that if a situation was dire enough, I would be able to use the ice but I guess I am not, because this situation was looking quite dire to me.

I can feel the small trickle of blood run over my eye-brow once more and I reach up to wipe it away. I hold back the wince, caused by the pain accumulated when I touched the open wound with the tip of my middle finger. I drew away a far amount of blood and wanted to curse because this was not ideal in the moment. I sucked in a deep breath and looked around, trying to identify something that I could cover the blood with.

I had found out that the purse was empty apart from some lip gloss and a piece of paper as well as a pen. It was small, so it had made sense. I just wish I got to pack it myself so I could have added some tissues or a cell-phone. Although, even if I did pack it, I would have never guessed this would have happened.

I was so deep in thought that it took me two seconds to realise that there was a petite ivory coloured hand protruding to my side. The hand holds a small, cotton coloured handkerchief. I look up with wide eyes at the woman who was handing me the handkerchief, the same woman who I had made eye contact with a few seconds prior. I go to thank her automatically, my voice coming out weak at first but she interrupts me halfway through.

"Do not worry, Your Majesty. I will hold them off for the minute." Her voice was low and quiet, almost like a whisper in the breeze. It was so soft, velvet to my ears. She was magical, a small peaceful aura radiating off her.

Her hand was icy cold, almost like my own, when I took the cotton coloured material from her hand and wiped away the blood from my own fingers. The colour was stained, but she only smiled at this and returned to her friends briefly before looking at me once more.

"How do you know?" Her calling me 'Your Majesty' would imply that someone knew about me being Lucifer's mate, unless there is some unknown secret realm, I am the long-lost princess of. I had just accepted that Lucifer was my 'mate', if that is what you could call it. There was definitely something unique about our connection and that seemed to explain it so I gave into the 'mate' stuff. Back to the present, the woman just smiles, her voice another whisper.

"A Nymph always knows their Queen when they see her, Your Majesty. Now you must go, I will fend them off for as long as I can." Her answer left me more stunned and confused, but I had no time.

"Thank you for your kind heart." I say sincerely, knowing it may sound like a strange endearment to all human ears. I did not care; she had a kind soul after all. I wanted to say something else but I didn't know if words could repay her for her kindness. I don't know why anyone would help a bleeding person on the streets so randomly, and justify it with you being a Queen. It didn't make sense to my mind, but that was fine. I would thank her later, maybe when I was safe again.

She only nodded and smiled as I looked back briefly whilst I moved a little faster through the crowds keeping the cotton coloured material bunched against my eyebrow. My other hand holds my shawl down as I look at the ground, keeping my identity too all others unknown with some luck.

I curl my lips inward to each other, nearing the end of the bridge. I was maybe a kilometre – hopefully less – from the city centre now. I was closer to wherever Lilith wanted me to go.

I don't look back towards the bridge again. It would be stupid, and it would allow them to easily spot me if necessary. Someone turning around with a bleeding eye and an ivory shawl? Found the suspect! That is how it would go if I did that. It was common sense at this point.

I step from the final connection of the bridge and onto the rather busy circuit road. Two trams, which worked similar to the trams on the other side of the bridge, are approaching from either side. I ran through the middle of them, making sure that there was no gap behind me that would be easily accessible to any bad guy directly on my tail.

The two trams overlap as I reach the other side of the main circuiting street, not looking back as I start to run again at full pace down the side of the main street which leads to the Parliament House of the realm.

Lilith said this was the city of Politics and History. Each city had different purposes, each one having one or two specific purposes. They were spread across the realm, similar to districts essentially.

Syth was the city of the Economy. Apparently, it was much more modern that the other cities due to its focus being solely on the economy and advancements as a realm. You would think the Underworld doesn't work similar to Earth in some manners, but guess what! It does.

Acheron, which was the city surrounded by the infamous river Acheron was the city of War and Protection. A bit different in its nature apparently, the city was the most guarded city of them all. It was were realm treasures where held due to its security. I couldn't help but imagine Fort Knox, except ten times worse.

Regardless, there were around three or four more cities. It was funny, in a strange way, how these cities were named after famous rivers that flowed through Hell in the myths.

Coming out of my train of thought I look around briefly, noticing nothing out of the ordinary. I am wandering at a fast pace up the side of the main street that leads to the centre of the city. It was growing closer.

Time was passing quickly too, there was little light left in the sky as the night lights of the city, golden ashy bulbs and lamps lighting the streets, all flickering on one by one as night fell. It was pretty, romantic even if I wasn't in such a bad situation right now. Gosh I wish Lucifer was here. I wish I told him to come instead, but I know he had to get through some work. Especially since he spent all day with me yesterday.

Distracted partially thinking about Lucifer whilst passing a small lane way, I am suddenly picked up by the mix of shawl and hair, then pulled sideways into the lane way. I try not to scream as my scalp is pulled away from my skull in sheer burning pain. The cotton coloured handkerchief floats to the ground gracefully, the blood soaking the material seemingly the same colour as the original colour in the darkness.

Adrenaline snaps within my blood once more, the feelings of being on a high rushing through my veins as I am thrown to the ground once more. My cheek collides with the cold pavement and I gasp for a small breath as the air is knocked from my lungs once more.

"You Bitch." It was a snarl, a masculine voice this time. I cough as a kick is landed to the lower end of my rib cage. A sick and violent crunch following the force of the impact by the black boot covered foot. I am raised by my hair suddenly, my feet finding themselves on the paved ground. I smile a crocked smile as my head is brought back harshly with the grip of the male.

"You killed Casandra." He hisses in my ear. He felt rather scrawny, which was fine. It just made it easier for me to harm.

"She tried to kill me first." I starkly say back, spitting a heap of saliva and blood from my mouth and onto the floor.

"You deserved it Ice Bitch." I sneer at his words and rebel against his hold. Holding my hair with my hands already out of instinct, he freely let go and was only holding me with one hand. Using his weakened area against him, I release on hand from my grip around my hair and curl my fist.

Slamming the tight fist sideways into his small precious jewels, twist around in his hold as his grip weakens even further by the surprise amount of pain that comes with owning two balls. Whilst twisting I bring my free arms elbow up, pointing it towards his nose and slamming it into his face with a sickening crunch.

Whilst he cries out again due to the pain, I maintain a hold on the hand that was holding my hair and twist his arm behind his back. I bend the arm until he screams and violently buckles against my hold.

I take a breath and puff my falling hair from my pony tail away. I feel the icy cold torment in my veins, the blue frozen light surrounds my hands as I hold him in the position.

"Don't call me a Bitch." I say and twist his wrist even further into his back as he tries to escape the rough holding.

The larger gun I had ditched before the bridge. It was too noticeable and too heavy to carry around effortlessly. I needed to be easily hidden. I however, still had the black smaller gun I received from who I am assuming is Cassandra. I didn't want to kill the man, but a shot to the leg shall suffice. It will disable him from harming me further, and inhibit him from running away.

I bring the gun from the side of my waist band. I kept it hidden there, my shirt hiding the obvious metallic figure of the gun, and the leather jacket I was wearing over the top which matched my pants in colour hiding it even further. I hold the gun in my grip and push the trigger with my index finger. The bullet enters his calve, the calve having an open wound from the Earth-like bullet, it starts to bleed, the soaking his torn denim pants. I push him against the wall harshly in retribution to what he did with my hair.

"How about you stay down now? Be a good dog and stay." I mock in anger, partially because he called me a bitch and partially because I was becoming rather annoyed at this whole act.

I didn't want to be here anymore. I just wanted to go back to bed and sleep a little.

In my action of shooting the man, I didn't notice the blur of a darkened figure standing in the alleyway entrance. It was for sure one of the three males I was running from earlier. He was blocking on the entrances to this laneway, which made me panic but I knew to remain logical. Fear will not help right now. The bullet free man blocking my entrance or exit holds the gun up and fires at me, the bullet flying towards the side of my waist with incredible speed.

The ice-cold surge of power bursts from my veins, the feeling of cold fire burning and piercing through my skin, the second the bullet hits my skin, pushing throw multiple layers of clothing before lodging itself into the side of my waist. It was almost automatic. It was similar to a self-defence mechanism. It shouldn't have hit any vital organs with where it was lodged.

I was a fourth-year medical student and I was well enough trained to know if I was in any immediate danger. I was also very close to going to a placement within my cities leading hospital before I was taken here. I had one more exam left and one interview with the hospital before they would have determined whether I should've been accepted or not.

The man who I was holding, I throw in front of me as a shield, knowing he will not be killed by one of his 'buddies' who was trying to kill me. I move backwards with the now cold man over me, a make-shift human shield.

It was cruel but I was done with this at this point. I had seen this done in the movies too many times and I know it should world. It was very rare for bullets to be able pass through the torso and cleanly exit the body and enter another body.

I didn't question what happened to make him so cold; I knew it was a product of whatever I just did. He remained unmoving as I walked backwards with him as my human shield. The pain from the bullet wound was immense but nothing that I couldn't handle for the time being. The adrenaline rushing through my veins was helping the situation as well.

With one hand holding the gun and the other maintaining the shield that holds my life in its hands, I pull the gun up to the waist of the man I am holding against me and fire two shots in the other man's direction. The rebound of the fires makes my hand ache but I sustain the guns hold and continue backwards. I watch for precision as one of the bullets lands in the man's torso and the other in the man's upper thigh. I almost cheer as he falls to the ground with a grunt.

I haven't worked with guns for about two years so I didn't know if my aim was still okay at this point.

I discard the frozen man, not looking at the damage I have likely done to him because I honestly didn't want to know. It appears that I could use the ice-thing when necessary. I didn't know how to use it though which did not help much. I swallow the knot in my throat, looking at the man really quickly before picking up the handkerchief and running down the laneway to the opposite side. I wasn't going back into the main street, there was likely more attention there now. I needed to go the less common route.

"Sorry." I mutter to the corpse of the man as I run and jump over him, exiting the lane way in an orderly fashion. I check both ways before walking into the side of the street. The street was diagonal, still a somewhat popular street as it headed straight into the middle of the city.

It was fully dark now; the only light was coming from the ghostly lanterns that adjourned the side of the roads. I purse my lips and cover my waist which was now bleeding through my white t-shirt with my hand. I didn't need to draw extra attention to myself at this point in time.

My fingers felt icy as I pushed them against the open wound, the frozen skin of my fingers burning the skin in relief, a s if the frozen ice could relieve the pain a little. I am sure I was delusional at this point but I didn't really care anymore.

I have been on the run for around two hours, maybe three. I don't know if there are more people after me. I had killed assumingly two or three and injured two or three as well. That wasn't many, and those trucks had more than six people in them. They had a combined for thirty, roughly.

I swallow my fear and march on forward, heading towards Parliament House with a slight limp to my right side as the bullet wound leaks a little more with each step. I make sure the shawl is pulled over my head completely, and my hair is covering the cheeks of my face. I know my left check and left brow is severely swollen as I can feel the corner of my eye closing.

Thinking that maybe my cold touch will help, I touch one finger to my eye, the coolness soothing the burning pain temporarily. I take a shaky breath and continue on further.

I notice every person coming towards me. I notice every movement, every sound, around me. I am hyper aware during the next ten to fifteen minutes. I make sure to turn my head around my shoulder every now and again. I also know to ignore the pain of my waist and the pain of my head. I cannot let anything hold me back at the moment. I have to make it to the Parliament House. That was the centre of the City.

I had to make it there.

My ribs wanted to cave in on themselves at this point. The kick to the rib by the frozen man did hurt but not as much as the bullet wound did. So, I ignored them both. I didn't have time for pain. I need to get to Parliament House. I curl my lips once more, drawing a metallic taste when my tongue runs over the edge of them. I must have split my lip a little somewhere else then, but I shouldn't let it phase me.

You got this, you got this.

I wish I could contact Lucifer directly. He could read my mind, but apparently that was only when we were close to each other. At first that whole thing was annoying, but I now found it quite endearing. He cared enough to wonder what I was thinking. Plus, we could have super-secret conversations as he could read questions and what I was thinking, and he could speak in my mind. It didn't bother me as much as it used to. I used to hate it, and I still don't like the invasion of privacy, but it didn't bother me too much anymore.

Oh, what I would do for him to read my mind right now.

I almost laugh at the thought, finally going mad with the anger and pain I am feeling right now. I needed to focus, although I couldn't help but think about Luci. He did say this was a threat. He wanted to go with me for safety measures, and he knew it would be dangerous. I said no though. It was my stupid mistake admittedly.

At least I could admit that. I am able to admit that he was right and I was wrong and now he should be able to come here and brag about it. I wish he would come here and brag about it. It would be endearing, and it would mean I was safe and wasn't on the run in this world.

I take a deep breath. I am close to the Parliamentary Circuit, the circular street which surrounds Parliament House.

There are less people now. The street wasn't crowded and neither was the Parliamentary Circuit. In fact, there was barely anyone here. There were two individuals who were dressed in black, assumingly after me, who stood in the entrance of this street. They blocked my way to the Parliament House, standing with their shoulders straight and arms crossed over one another. One was a female, and the other a male. That could only be told by their figures, although I guess I wouldn't know their sex until I approached them fully.

It was fully dark outside. There was practically no one was on the streets anymore; the crowds seemingly disband after the hour of Nine. Apparently, I had been here for more than four hours. It didn't seem that long, although I might have been running for that long.

The two individuals looked at me. They were some distance away still, but I could feel their piercing gaze and smirks from here. It was sickening. I look behind me to see no one anymore. All the vibrant coloured gowns and clothes are gone. In those fifteen minutes since the lane way, people have dispersed and disappeared.

That meant I was alone on the street.

That meant I was here, alone, and going to have to defend myself.

I think Quickly. Logically.

I know what I need to do. I need to draw enough time so that I can get help. I need to elongate the amount of time I have left until Lucifer can get here.

If he gets here.

I take a deep breath, pushing the harrowing thought away. I know what I need to do. I straight my shoulders, pull me ice cold hands away from my wounds and hope that they are numbed enough by the cold so that they aren't too much of an inconvenience and stand straight. I had let go of the purse in the lane way earlier, as it was not needed anymore.

There was nothing useful in it, so I left it with the frozen man as a parting gift.

I remove the ivory shawl with blots of blood from the head and let me hair flow freely now. My hair tie was snapped and it was effectively useless now, so it let my hair out. It blew in the wind, the blonde wisps glimmering in the street lights.

Parliament House was lit up. Rainbow lights from the ground shown onto the white Greek styled pillars, making them appear in a rainbow sequence. It was a beautiful city at night. I wondered what it would've been like if Lucifer was here.

Shaking my head to remove the thought of Lucifer, I take a few steps forward. With the shawl in hand I wrap it tightly around my upper thigh where I had received a nasty cut from the van earlier in the day. It wasn't bad now but if it started bleeding it wouldn't be too good. I need to prevent excess bleeding as that would cause me to lose focus on the goal at hand.

I purse my lips in thought as I continue approach the two individuals at the end of the street, closing the distance between us. I slip of the leather jacket and discard it to the side. I was left with a white elbow length t-shirt with bloodied patches all around the torso and a rip in the right side of the waist from the bullet hole.

I let the pure feeling of icy power consume my body. I let the adrenaline set in once more. I let the feeling of power and control take my body. I am in dire need of strength as my body is already partially damage and I am without water or food.

I keep my gun, which has four bullets left in the magazine and one in the barrel chamber. That meant five kills or disables if necessary. I cannot use excessively.

I roll my shoulders backwards as I watch the two individuals stand their ground and not move forward, enticing me to enter the Parliamentary Circuit. Something about their positioning screamed that it was a trap but I didn't think too much about it because I had no where else to run to. I had no where else to hide at this point.

I start to run towards them at full sprint, gaining momentum which would bring greater force when I engage in the action. I was gaining ground, coming closer and closer to the two people who currently stood in my way.

I sprint forward and when I am two metres away from the prepared individuals, who stand with one foot in front of the other and knuckles raised to protect their face, I jump. Whilst in the air, I twist to the side, so I am almost horizontal as I make contact with the two.

Whilst I am mid-air, my extended foot made contact with the throat of the female who was somewhat surprised by my sudden change in action. I made sure to extend the foot at the right time as the force of the impact depended on the timing.

The male, who I decided to tackle first, was drilled into the ground as I raised my elbow into the right side of his neck, twisting my extended leg around to wrap around his back below his arms. This action resulted in him falling to the ground with me kneeling on the ground; one foot on his chest, the other on the floor and both hands keeping him down. The female two steps away on the floor at my invasive kick to her neck.

I smiled down at him whilst he looks at me stunned, totally ignored the burning pain in my waist. In all honesty, the pain is almost minimal due to the adrenaline blocking my pain receptors, but it must be bad enough that I could still feel it.

I pull out from my waist the handgun and slam the end of it with brute force into the area of skin between the man's eyes, causing him to blackout dramatically. I stand from his body and turn to the female who is just standing up.

"You weren't supposed to be able to fight." I give her a look whilst she stands a few metres away.

"You weren't supposed to come kill me today." I reply back with a smile.

"Too bad then, ay?" She smiles at me with the sentence being said before she leaps into action.

She was fast, and I assumed she was expecting the unexpected from me now. With the gun in hand, I join her mid-run, sliding underneath her attempted punch. I watch as time almost slows, her fist sliding over my face missing me by mere inches.

Spinning around with the grace of an acrobatic individual as I prevent myself from sliding any further, I spin and move up against her turned back. She still had slower reflexes than I did.

I sprint and with as much force as I can muster, I leap from the ground on my right foot and wrap my open legs around the back of her neck. Bringing my hand to her hair I pull it to the side and use my body's natural momentum to make her fall to the ground as I push my own body down to the right. She falls down with a sharp bang as I am thrown from her with her own punch to my abdomen in an attempt to get me off. I inhale a sharp gulp of oxygen as my head hits the concrete with great force, but force myself to stand once more.

I notice movement from behind me and spin on my heel to face the oncoming threat. A large and burly man runs in to me with a sharp battle cry, making myself cry out as I am carried by the large mass and thrown to the ground. I roll out of the way as he comes at my head with a knife, throwing his fist to the ground in an attempt to stab me.

I cringe as my barely misses my ear.

Flailing my left leg out at the monster of a man, I make contact with his ankle which causes him to fall lousily to the ground with the clatter of the metal swatch knife he had in hand. I essentially kicked his feet from underneath him as I swooped my leg around. I stand with quick reflexes, noticing the previous female now carrying a black handgun within her hand.

Before she can fire a shot off at me, I swivel around on my feet and meet her arm half way. Holding her arm in between by body and arm making sure she cannot move, I twist my body around to face the man I previously disabled, until I hear the familiar snap of the bone and tendon as I dislodge her forearm from her upper arm in a gruesome manner. She screams automatically, her knees giving out as she falls to the floor, withering in pain. The gun falls from her hand and I catch it with my free hand, firing the gun at the burly man who is trying to get up of the ground.

Firing two shots, both to the abdomen, he falls to the ground in a heap.

I gulp air down as my chest expands and contracts rapidly due to loss of air. I stand straight and let go of the female and move further into the street. I try not to think about the damage I have done.

They were just three people. They were just three people trying to kill you, it was justified.

My father had taught us all these things since mum died. He said I needed to know how to hide and protect myself. My brother was worse than I was. He was cruel and cold. He could do this without worry; he was lethal. I wasn't good at all this. I only knew how to fight against the weaker individuals and occasionally the stronger individual.

That night in the forest when Lucifer saved me, I couldn't fight against Derrick. I had been essentially drugged. That's what Lucifer had told me, but I knew I couldn't fight against Derrick anyway. He was too strong.

Except that didn't make sense, because I was fighting here, against people. I was able to disarm and disable people here. It didn't make sense.

I had a feeling I was better at fighting now that I was two years ago because of Blu and this ice thing. There was something wrong with me, something that made me lethal and dangerous, but I didn't know what it was and that scared me.

I was never able to do this properly when I was younger. My Brother could, he was a natural at fighting like this and since that, we went into the Special Forces at age 19. Dad said I should've gone as well, before he died, but I didn't want to. I didn't want to kill people for a living, so instead I wanted to save them. Typical, right?

I push myself away from the technicalities of it all and focus on the army of people in front of me. It appears that around thirty people were in those trucks. I am surrounded from all directions, apart from directly behind me.

They were all dressed in black, all covered by the black pants and shirts. They all had different features that determined their features but they were majorly unidentifiable.

I thought that when I got here Lucifer would be here. I thought that he would have been able to receive the message I sent and come here to help me. I thought Lilith would have been able to tell him.

I thought he would be here. I didn't think I would be here alone.

I stood no chance against these people. I stood absolutely no chance against any of these people. All I could do was hope that maybe I could defend myself for some time, but I would never last out against thirty or forty of them.

Even with the ice power that seemed to come out whenever I was in these types of situations, I didn't stand a chance.

The feeling of utter desperation and defeat filled my core. I knew I was gone at this point. My adrenaline was fading and my wounds were bleeding. I had sustained even more injury in the jumping acts from before. There was no way I could support myself against thirty people without the proper training I hadn't received.

"Lucifer, where are you?" I whisper almost to myself, hoping he would come and help me here.

I had a feeling he wouldn't after all though. I was here by myself, and there was no way out of this mess.

With a feeling of defeat, I stand still as the people circle me as though I am just the prey that killed some of its predators, but could never actually escape. With the crack of thunder and the burning pain of defeat, bleeding wounds and somewhat of a broken heart, I stay still and prepare myself to fight for my life.

I stand straight, willing away the tears in my eyes and the tired fog from my mind, I raise my recently acquired gun and fire the remaining eight bullets into the crowd of people. I watch as seven people fall and one cries out.

Discarding the gun to the side as it is practically useless now wait for the first person of the remaining, let's say twenty-five, to come into contact with me. Secretly I wait for my Mate to come and save me. Secretly I hope he knows I am here and is coming, but I cannot prepare myself to have hope because people only prepare to disappoint. Secretly, I want him to help me.

So, I stand in the darkness of the city of Gehennom, waiting for some miracle as the first-person charges at me with their fists bunched and protected by knuckledusters and a mean look in their eyes.

I close my eye briefly and prepare for the inevitable.

However, this inevitable never happens.

The charging person is intercepted by a beautiful angel with wide-spread white wings and tan skin.

An angel with blond hair and stormy eyes who lands mere metres away from me with a powerful gush of wind, his wing span covering me from the eyes of the thugs.

An angel who cracks the opposing man's skull against the pavement with one downturn of his fist on the man's head.

An Angel known as the Devil.

This is what I imagined Nephele doing:

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