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“it's my job. It's why I was created—to send your kind back to Hell. Back to where you belong.”
    He frowns deeply. “So, you're saying that you won't join with me? You're saying instead of worldly riches, you'll protect the mortal heathens that pollute this earth. You'll stay a slave to the one who created you, the one who didn't give you a choice to choose what you wanted to be.”
    I nod, putting on my most dangerous face. “Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying, though I do have a choice, and I choose to help the weak. The ones you and your despicable kind prey upon.”
    He sighs, shaking his head. “Well. Then I guess tonight will be your last night on earth.” I get into a defensive stance, lifting my sword as he adds, “A shame, really. You show so much potential.”
    Abruptly he lets out an earth-shattering battle cry and jumps in the air, sailing over his desk towards me. Before I can blink or swing my sword, he's already on me, knocking me flat on my back. Only he doesn't deliver a killing blow. Rather he flees the office and vanishes down the hall, which confuses the ever-loving junk out of me. Without thinking on the matter I jump up, excitement fueling my adrenaline, the thrill of the chase hot on the bottoms of my feet. I run down the long hallway, passing rooms that had been occupied just minutes before, but are now empty of life, human or otherwise. I continue running until I bust out of the black curtain that opens to the huge room...
    And collide with my mother.
    “Gracen!” she cries out, seizing me into a tight hug. “Where have you been? I've been looking all over—”
    I can't hear her. I can barely breath. My heart is thumping hard, trying its best to escape the confinement of my chest. All I see is red, my eagle blood wanting so badly to do some damage. I feel rage, I feel violence—I feel like ripping heads off and spitting on them, whether they're demon or human. A slap to my face wakes me up, taking away my dark, horrible thoughts. Shaking my head I look at Mom as reality comes crashing down around us.
    “Breathe, Gracen,” she murmurs, taking her sunglasses off, her silver eyes glaring into mine. “Calm down, don't let the thoughts get to you. You will not accomplish anything if you don't calm done .”
    Staring at Mom and taking huge gulps of air I begin to settle down, my heart slowing slightly. When I first began demon slaying I found out that not only did I have super strength and otherworldly powers, I also had an issue with rage. Fortunately for me she is always there to quell the anger that finds me during battle.
    Somehow, just by looking into her eyes, I'm able to settle the obsessive beat of my heart and tame the hot madness in my blood. In that moment I realize that we're not the only ones in the room.
    “I'm okay, Mom,” I interject in a shaky breath, my eyes nervously scanning the room. “We have company.” And when I say company, I mean at least a hundred vamp demons infesting the club, their black hungry eyes set on us. There are no humans in the building—the demons must have anticipated a fight and kicked them out of there, which is for the best. Little did they know they'd made it easier for us. With no Untouched humans in the way we could demolish the whole building if we had to.
    Wind whips at our faces as a lone winged creature lowers himself to the ground in front of us. It's the demon from the office, the head honcho, and I'm caught off guard by what I'm seeing.
    A Fallen Angel...of course!
    I knew something had been a little off about him! That evil energy I'd felt in the office totally made sense now. Yes, demons have a vileness flowing off of them in potent waves, one that my kind can always detect. But what I'd felt in the office, and at this very second, could only be described as foreign to my Silver Eagle senses. This certain feeling is indescribably sinister, and just plain wrong . I've never seen a Fallen Angel, but I've heard many stories about