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another year had goen by i now belong to one of the demon worrior groups.i was slowly making my way up. i still lived with domonic and yeah we still slept together, no kids yet we were still trying to make up our minds on wether or not to have one together, but little that he knew i was beginging to think i was at least some where around a month pregnant. there were a couple sings showing i was but i wasnt really sure and i wasnt really trusting of anyone other than domonic to ask someone. so i had no real idea if i was or if i wasnt.

as i once more faught killing those around me, being bathed in their blood and my own i noticed the storm gathering around me, instinclty i knew something would change and soon. i killed my last opponent with only one more cut on my arm to show. i was covered in blood but the sudden down pour was cleaning me. i couldnt wait to get home and get to domonic.

when i finally got home i was drenched in water, only my dress and my wounds telling that id been wounded that night. i smiled reassuringly at him as he rushed towards me, he always worried about me being injured especially around this month making me wonder if he knew or guessed if i was really pregnant.

he asked "who came out victorious?"

i gave him a look "i did"

he gave me a smile that didnt really reach his eyes "im sure theyre dead now from the cuts on you." i nodded "go bath ill have the herbs ready when youre down"

i bathed, the warm water always soothed my soar muscles and helped me relaz slowly. then i went back down and let him tend my wounds then i would do the same to him. i made dinner then we headed to bed.



it was time for the annual warrior gathering dinner. as we ate the dark one came towards me and simply whispered in my ear "daughter" just loud enough for me to hear. i turned back and saw him walk into a room. i excused myself and followed.

he was facing out a window when i closed the door behind me "so you are my daughter."

i said nothing simply stared at his back. he turned and looked at me "arent you going to say anithing?"

i continued to stare at him "what do you want me to say?"

he shrugged "i dont kow anything something would be pleasant"

"dont tell any one"

he looked at me questionly i explained "id like it to remain unknown that im your daughter. if it is then i wouldnt be able to prove myself and mabage my own way up the warrior gaurdians. i dont want to be thrown into first place because im your offspring i wish to make a name of myself not live in your shadow, dark one" one he nodded i simply turned and left the room.

a year had passed by i was now 20. we'd learned that i couldnt really give birth to any children seeing as i was not completely a demon or an angel. there were chances of me getting pregnant but those occasions were rare. once a year actually. seeing as domonic was a warrior and i was still unsure of many things we'd decided not to have any children yet.

one night as they held a special honor banquet for the warriors, as a thank you for their courage and bravery to fight agaisnt our enemys, we were invited as always and this time we decided to attend. he said he wished to spend a night together with his dear friends and the one he cared for so much.

that night i had an encounter with azerath. he simply glared at me from across the room and stared at domonic as in disbeliefe that i was with him. then he'd turned and walked away.

that night i also met my true father. he sat at the head of the table congratulating his warriors for the courage in battle. as he took survey of the men and woman and their guests that filled his table his gaze landed on me.

he then stood and walked towards my direction. he first spoke to domonic then he fassened his gaze on me. he took me to another room were we could speak alone properly.

he stared at me "tell me your name."

i looked at him "Kerra"

he frowned "tell me Kerra how is it that a half breed like yourself ended up here."

"ask azerath. you are the one who sent him after my family and me after all."

his frown increased so i explained "the one who got away, you wanted her dead."

"you are the daughter of Linda?" anger seeped into his eyes.

"yes"

"tell me then how is it that you are only a half angel. why is the other half of you demon? she was married to an angel after all. or was she unfaithful to the poor bastered." he snickered

anger bloomed through out me. i took a step towards him and spoke between clenched teeth. "my mother was NEVER unfaithful to my father. they bothe loved each other very much. and my father was no bastered, neither was he a poor bastered, DO NOT INSULT HIM INFRONT OF ME." he liftend his eye brow. i took a calming breath. "i am the result of what you did to my mother."

he took a step back "you mean to tell me that Linda gave birth to you? from that one night i shared with her?"

i glared at him "yes i am the result of your rape "

he looked at me then, from head to toe. "that explains why look so much like her. and why your aura is more powerful than the rest." he thought for a while more "so you are my daughter? how am i to be sure of this?"

i glared "believe what ever you wish, it matters not to me."

he snickered "we will see if you truely are my daughter or not. but your eyes, they are red, not common in any of my demons." he came forward and tipped my head so he could see into my eyes more "maybe you are mine after all"

i pulled away and left the room not carring to anger the dark one. not carring if he believed or not that i was his daughter, he didnt matter to me.

as i lay in bed with domonic while he fondolde my breast a thought occured to me. i turned to him and asked "domonic isnt there a chance of me becoming pregnant from all our bouts of sex?" he knew i was only half demon, seeing as the other half was angel, and he was a full born demon.

he nipped my shoulder while he thought about it. "hm seeing as you are both demon and angel im not exactly sure" i turned to face him completely "i suppose you could be or you might not...." he looked down at me "why the sudden question?"

i didnt know how to answer the question. domonic had been the one to sit me down and explain to me the facts about sex. we'd been living together for a year and as we walked around the streets a teen age looking demon had sqeezed my breast. i had been confussed about why he'd done that , and why domonic had grabbed him and beaten the guy to a bloody pulp.

when we'd gotten home he explained it all to me. there was that and the fact that my sisters and me had always talked about starting our on families when they were alive.

i blushed and burried my face against his chest. "nothing really i was just wondering if it was possible........"

he tipped my head up so he could see my eyes "and....?" he waited

"and i remembered when my sisters and me used to sit by the fire in our home and joke about our future home." i swallowed back tears. i leaned closer to domonic as he waited for me to finish to tell him the rest of my story " we used to plan out our lifes and discuss what we pictures where we would be later in life. angelica wanted three girls, like us, and a a smart husband. lidia wanted a daughter and a strong husband." i stared of into space remebering my sisters and how we use to be so close. now they were gone,dead, slayed by the demon azerath.

"and you?" he asked as he kissed my bare shoulder.

i looked at him then remembered my sisters as if they stood before me. as if we were all sitting before the fire again whispering our plans of our futures so our father wouldnt hear us. "me? i pictured my self with a warrior angel as my husband ,much like my father nathaniel. and i wished for a son and a daughter. i wanted to help the humans much like my mother had." i looked back into his eyes "but that was before they were all killed. before i found myself in this place. seperated from my family."

he hugged me tighter i whispered into his ear "im just thankful you found me. with out you id be all alone. still that once frightened child, not the warrior woman youve helped me become."

we kissed then forgot all about our conversation as the heat of lust consumed us.

i looked up at him tears beginnign to form in my eyes. i told him, i told him of the demon azerath whod come to to my home, of how id come home to find him killing my family. how i had tried to stop him, how i ended up before him. but i kept many things to myself. like who i truely was, the daughter of the ark one and how i vowed to someday avenge them.

he frowned now a serious expression in his face. he then spoke "well kerra i guess it was a lucky find that i was the one to find you. for i am a powerful demon,i will teach you to fight, so you may be able to defend yourself the next time some one tries to come at you. for now you are welcome to stay in my home with me. i will gaurd you and keep you safe until you think you are ready to be on your own here and even then i will protect you."



his name was domonic, he was the first demon i ever trusted and one of the few. he taught me all he knew about how to fight, and not simply to defend myslef but also enough to kill. he would make me practice until my arms felt like spagetti. until i was panting and sweat covered both of us. of all our practices i had yet to land a blow on him, but i had many cuts that had helped teach me to block the blows.

the clash of our swords would vibrate through my whole body making it harder to keep a steady grip on the sword. he taught me in each way he knew, swords,daggers,blades,fists, and even with spells and enchantments.

even though he scored more hits on me he always encouraged me. always correcting me when i did something wrong. telling me that emotions would get in the way in the middle of a battle.

i was now 19 and somewhere along the way i grew very fond of domonic. he knew i was a demon angel, and that i had had a tendacy to sneek into the human world when i used to live in heaven with my family. he had even taken me a couple of times. hed also shown me how to get their on my own. but warned me to always be careful. i thought he saw me as a daughter. but i saw him as a man, a man whod id grown very close to, whod taught me so much and a man who i had grown so fond of. i couldnt name the feeling but i knew it was something close to love,

one night as we practiced in the forest near a lake i managed to disarm him from both swords and all his blades and daggers. id lost some of mine but i still held my sword and about 5 daggers. i threw them all to the side and we faught hand to hand. when he tried to hit me in the face i managed to doge the blow and threw him on the ground. i quicly straddled him and pretended to punch him in the face as he'd planned to do me. but i stopped before my fist made contact. i smiled it was the first time id ever beat him and the first time id knocked him down on his ass.

he looked shocked,amussed, and speachless all at the same time. i laughed i couldnt help him with seeing his reaction to me beatting him and knocking him down on the floor. in a flash he soon had me beneath him my hands pinned above me "you think its funny to throw down a 200 year old man."

i continued laughing "hell yeah, it shows im finally getting faster than him."

he laughed "you little wencth." he smiled "we'll see who comes out victorious in the next round"

i put on an innocent smile "fine but dont be so sad when i kick your ass again."

"it was just luck! i'll beat you on or next round you wont be so smuck when i do"

we both then became aware of how i lay beneath him. my hands pinned above my head by his. i felt his body harden with need and before either of us could change or mind i kissed him.

that night there in the forest sorrounded by our weapons i gave to him my virginity. i gave to him my final innocence. i couldnt imagine any one more worthy than him. i became a woman that night.

he was a lot stronger than he appeared that he prved to me time and time again. for no matter how hard i tried to pull my arm away from his grasp he simply didnt let go. and when i tried to kill him with my sword he simply took it away as if i hadnt been tried anything and i was simply giving it to him to hold which i wasnt.

he lead me to his home, then took me a room. "take a bath, when you come out i will have clean clothes for you to wear" he nodded towards the shower. "there are towels in the bathroom."

though i didnt know or less likely trust the man i stared at him for a while thinking of my options. i did want a shower but i didnt know anything about the man except that he was a demon and hed all but dragged me to his home. and now he wanted me to take a bath in his home. what were the chances that he wouldnt rape me then kill me? or just simply kill me?

i knew he read the reluctance in my face and eyes for he sighed and said "look i wont harm you i promise. and i dont give my word if i dont mean it. i just wish to help you, youre abisously not from here or even know where here is. but ill answer any of your questions once your clean."

i looked at him for a minute longer the i looked down at my fathers sword in his hand "what of me sword?" i asked him

he smiled "so you can speak" seeing as i didnt answer him or smile back he sighed again "i will clean it for you then return it to you. i will have it here with the fresh clothes waiting for you. now go and bathe"

i nodded then headed towards the room in which he said a bath awaited.



the warm bath had helped loosen some of the tencion in my muscles. and it washed away the blood but it couldnt wash away my memories of what had happened, and in some way though i was regretful it couldnt i was also content it hadnt.

as promised their was fresh clean cltohes on the bed. but more importantly my fathers sword was there, clean and polished. the blood now only a memory i would never forget, which i never did.

i put on the blue dress and matching slippers. then holding the sword i headed down the stairs to the first floor of the house in search of the demon.

i found him in the kitchen cooking, i hadnt noticed i was hungry until i had smelled the food sometime ago. he turned around and smiled then laughed when he heard my stomach growl from hunger. he laughed "id thought youd be hungry. go sit at the table and ill serve you some soup."

i did as he said, he soon enough served me the soup. he sat at the other end of the small table onnly big enough to sit 6. he put the bread in the middle and a jar of ale. he served me a cup and then himself. i looked from the food to him. "go ahead and eat before the food gets cold. you have my word that you wont die of poissin"

i tried it, soon i was stuffing myself with the soup and bread. i slowed down when i grew thirsty. i took a gulp of the ale forgetting id never drank before. i had a coughing fit, he came over and tapped my back to help me stop coughing.

"i should have guessed you didnt drink" he said as he went to the kitchen and came back with a cup of water which i drank more calmly. he sat back down and ate.

when we were both done he looked at me "you look much better now that youre not covered in blood and dirt." i looked down at my empty plate and nodded "how old are you?" he asked

"i just turned 16 a couple months ago."

"tell me why are you here?"

as i ran to pierce him with my fathers sword he moved asaide as if i was just walking by him. i tripped and fell to the floor. he laughed and dragged me up by my hair, i still clutched my fathers sword to me.

"you inted on fighting me?" he laughed then looked at my body with lust in his eyes "i am sure lucifer will not mind if i keep you to myself, you little wentch"

with that he opened the gates of hell and took me with him down to hell.



azerath locked me in a dim room, it was huge. their was a big four postered bed, doors leading to a walk in closet, a dresser and a mirror.

i had only my fathers sword with me and my once white dress that was now torn and covered in blood. blood that belonged to my family and myself and some that belonged to azerath. i sat in the middle of the room holding the sword to me, the only remains of my family, and i cried. cried as never before, as i slowly fell asleep i vowed to somehow avenge them, to never forget what had happened that horrible night. i would survive and i would live with the memories of my family. i would learn and kill and one day i would abenge them, somehow.





the next night i was awaken by the shove of someones foot to my ribs. i still held nathaniels sword tightly againts me, not carring how my fingers hurt. i sat up to see azerath smiling down at me. "now you little wench tell me your name." i did not speak i simply glared at him. "fine" he sighed and dragged me up by my hair again "i guess ill simply have to force it out of you" he slapped me once more and then he kissed me, much as he'd done to my mother the night before. i let him then took advantage and i kicked him in his crotch. i took that advantage and i ran. it was a little difficult with the sword but i managed to escape him.

i ran through the unknown world which id been dragged into. i ran in hell not knowing were i was going.i ran what seemed to be a forest, it seemed endless but i couldnt stop running for fear hed catch me. i continuesly looked over my shoulder to make sure he wasnt. i tripped over a tree stump and cut my thigh with my fathers sword, which was now my own seeing as he was no longer alive.

i hissed in pain but got up and ran anyway, though the blood spilled like a warm liquid down my thigh to my foot. i manage to make it out and found myself in what appeared what seemed to be a small town. i slowed down to a walk seeing as azerath wasnt following me yet and the town was crowded, his following me would draw to much attention here.

i looked around the men and woman were all sinfully beautiful but some appeared to be things from horrow stories. that was one of the things that let me know that they were demons. id never actually seen one or many, well until the night before that azerath murdered my family. i stayed clear of them not wanting to get in their way and attract attention to myself, not while i was still defenceless.

as i wondered up and down streets a man came towards me. he looked to be 25, he was tall, he hard long black hair, his muscles defined, and he looked to be sinfully gorgeuse as some others did, but i wouldnt be fooled by the appearence knowing what he truely was.

he smiled his voice was deep "why are you walking around in a torn blood covered gown glarring at everyone?"

i didnt answer i simply continued to glare holding the sword at my side incase he tried anything. he sighed "allow me to help you then since it is not very good for you to continue doing what youre doing" he didnt give me much of a choice. simply grabbed me by the elbo and lead me to his home.

as i walked i thought about all my mother had told me. how shed survived the abuse, of how she had kept me, of how nathaniel loved me even if i wasnt his true daughter as angelica and lilia were. i thought about everything. when i finally grew tired i noticed that it was now nightfall. i had been out all day away from my family they would worry. so i headed back home. along the way a feeling of dread filled me, so i ran as fast as my legs could go.

i reached home and i heard screaming, the scream of my family. the door was open for someone had broken it and it now lay on the floor.

i ran inside just in time to see my father be murdered by a demon. he slided him in half. my mother was crying holding my sisters to her and screamin out my fathers name. i was shocked, i couldnt seem to move from the doorway. the demon laughed as my fathers body fell on the floor. he first reached for my mother, dragging her by the hair. my sisters huddled in the corner crying pleading.

he licked my mothers cheeck and kissed brutally, when she slapped he shoved her to the floor on her way down she saw me. horror filled her eyes for our sakes. my sisters and i watched frozen in place as he rapped her.

then before he beheaded her she screamed at us to run to get away but we were much to scared to move.

i remember it all, as he then stood and clossed him pants putting away his manhood. he started towards my sisters. thats when i was able to over come some of the fear. i ran, i grabbed my fathers sword and ran towards the demon. i screamed as i slashed at his back. making him stagger a bit he turned and slapped me. making me fall to the floor some feet away. i wipped the blood away from my face and screamed at my sisters to run. i picked up the sword and ran towards him again but it was too late for my sisters hadnt listened still huddling together he was able to stabb them both and kill them in one single blow.

i screamed again and stabbed him again. he slapped me again and this time i landed against the wall. it cracked from the force of the slap which had sent me flying across the room. he laughed.

i cried seeing my whole family dead before me, i couldnt believe it they were all dead and soon i would join them.

he stood before me covered in my families blood. as my tears continued to fall i stood, picking up my fathers blood, some how i managed to pick it up and face him. throught the blur of my tears i could make out him whitish grayinsh long hair, his saphire eyes, and his cruel ruthless smile. he laughed again and in a deep cold voice he said "you think you can defeat me you are but a simple child."

"who are you" i asked him

he smiled brighter "i am lucifers second in comand. i am the demon azerath" he bowed which i knew was more to offend than curtisy.

"why did you kill my family?" i was barely able to say it for the tears were chocking me

"i was sent by lucifer himself to kill the one who escaped him and her whole family."

thats all i wanted to know before i died for i was sure id die. sword in my hand, tears spilling over i threw my self at him prepared to kill him and suffer the consequences that would latter befall me for my actions or be killed fighting trying to avenge my family.

but i never expected what azerath would do next, to this day i sometimes wish he'd just killed me.

i sit on a swing at night in the middle of the dark forest remembering long ago memories. i still remember that unfaithful day a century ago my mother told me the story of my conseption, of how i became to be me.

as i look at the stars i remember it all.

you see i was no ordinary child i new that i was some how different that the rest. my powers different, my looks different always setting me apart. even from my own sisteres.

i was 16 when she finally told me the tale of my coming. my mother you see was an angel. she was so beautiful in my eyes and aparetnly also in the eyes of my true father.

she had my same straight long white hair. but her eyes where blue, she was of average height and so beautiful. she was married to the man i saw and still believe to be my father, nathaniel. she had one daughter before i was born, her name was angelica.

i will always remember that day, she looked so pretty sitting in the park the wind blowing, making always remember the sweet warm smell that was my mother. we sat together under the tree giving us shade as we watched my father, nathatniel and my two sisters angelica and lidia , who was born after me, play in the warm sun in heaven.

she turned to me and says "kerra i think its time for you to know the truth about yourself." i looked at her confussed but knowing id finally learn who i really was. "you see you are not daughter of nathaniel, only of mine and one other one who abused me."

i could see how she didnt want to really tell me, she seemed to wish to protect me from the shadows of her memory of who it was that apparantly was my true father. but i wanted to know the truth i wanted to learn. so i leaned closer to my mother. she wrapped her arms about me, giving each other warmth as she remember that dreadful day, she looked ahead as she told me.

she said that each time she went to the earth to gaurd the humans she felt eyes apoun her. as if something dark and powerful where watching her every move. but she continued among her task helping the humans.

she told me that one day as she was on her way back home back to our house to my father nathaniel and my then two year old sister angelica that she was rapped by the dark lord.

he appeared out of thin air and took her to a secluded area, her first time in hell. their he took her. he rapped her, beat her, and just as he was about to kill her nathaniel showed with our warriors and saved her, taking her back home to heaven.nathaniel helped heal her from the horrid veil things my faternal father had done to her.

at first she had no clue but once she found out she was pregnant from that hiddeous accident she still didnt have the courage to give me up. she said she didnt blame me for the incident. nine months passed and she gave birth to me. she said she knew i wouldnt be the same as the rest of the children that i would always be different but she and nathaniel still decided to keep me and reaise me, for to them i was their own.

me with my white hair and red eyes. me the demon angel. half demon half angel i was powerful we all knew. for i could control both the light and the dark. but they kept me either way and they loved me. my mother kissed my hair and hugged me tighter wishing me to understand that she did not hate me that she loved me, but still it was too hard to understand....

so i hugged my family and left for a walk to try and somehow understand all that i was and could be. and try to come to acceptance of who my father truely was.......satan the dark one himself, the fallen angel.