Ahsid did not listen. She was in no mood to even see Ethan's face and simply stared at him blankly as he tried to apologize and make it look convincing.

"Ahsid, listen to me. I can't explain what's going on unless you get out of that mood of yours. I know that when you are like this, there's no point in having a mature discussion with you."

Ahsid was furious. A few minutes ago, he was the one being immature and grabbing peoples' collars and now, he was blaming her.

He knew her?

He, of all people knew her?

How could he even say words as brash as these?

Did he know know how difficult it was to explain what's going on in one's head when they themselves did not understand it?

And from when exactly did Ethan and Zion start to grow so chummy?

Not that she minded that but for some unexplained reason it just made her angry that they had made so much progress without even letting her know. After all, she had been the one to tell them about Ethan.

Ahsid made sure to swiftly get up and leave when the final bell rang for the day. Zion called after her but she was soon lost among the crowd of schoolbags.

"Well, you just added another problem to your head,"he chided Ethan.

Sighing, he did not deny it. He wondered when such deep frictions had begun to appear in their friendship.

Ahsid usually walked fast. She took short steps but rapid ones and her speed only seemed to tide and ebb with her anger, sometimes blaming herself for being too judgmental and sometimes blaming Ethan and sometimes blaming the world.

Suddenly, she heard a scream. She whipped her head around to see people walk by her, oblivious of the sound. This was something from the other side, she was sure of it.

The scream sounded again. She ran to the source of the sound and saw behind a dumpster, a young girl, perhaps only ten, her back pressed to the wall. Two tall figures stood over her, one with wings.

"Come here. You need to come with us,"thundered the angel, her wings quivering with anger.

"Just listen to us,"roared the other, fangs whipping out of his mouth.

"Hard to do that when you both are clearly intimidating her,"said Ahsid, showing herself.

She had no plan, no strategy and she knew that if Dane ever came to know of this, he would surely kill her.

"Don't interfere with us,"warned the angel.

"Let the girl go,"ordered Ahsid, anger taking over her.

"As you wish,"sneered the werewolf and sped towards her in a deadly arc.

Hell! Ahsid had forgotten to bring her wakazashis with her. She had simply not put it into her bag! She was forgetful, yes, but out of all the days...

Nervously but just in time, she sidestepped only to have the werewolf turn and punch her in her stomach. She scrunched over, pain echoing in her ears. But, with all her remaining anger, she quietly summoned up a ball of water in her palms and in a flash, straightening up, flung it at the werewolf.

The wolf roared in pain. Without a moment to loose, she punched him on the jaw and in rapid succession in his stomach.

But, she had forgotten about the angel, who crept up behind her and cuffed her at the back of her head. Pain shot through her entire body as she crumpled to the floor in a heap. Her hands shook as she struggled to get up. Tears blinded her vision but the fire in her had hardly dimmed.

Unable to see her target, she shot out waves of stormwater, briefly hearing the werewolf crying out in pain.

"Dammnit,"cursed Ahsid as she felt her power ebb.

A loud roar reverberated around them. Ahsid could not see as she struggled to get up on her feet.

"Momo,"cried out the young girl with glee.

The next minute, a fierce terrifying fight ensued between this enourmous beast clad in the finest golden armour that had rushed out of a portal and two puny supernaturals who were no match for him.

With a feral howl, he swiped at the angel, swatting her aside like a fly.

"Who dares to hurt my girl,"he roared.

"Not me, not me,"begged the werewolf,"I was forced by the archangel, Azrael...."

"Lies. You dare to hurt a child,"snapped the demon, for his curved black horns confirmed it so.

"Get back, Moloch. That spirit belongs to Azrael. Return her immediately,"shouted back the angel, who had recovered from the shock.

Ahsid felt her senses return to her and she stood up, a little unsteady on her feet.

"This another fiend of yours,"asked the demon, his grey eyes stormy.

"Momo, she helps,"yelled the little girl.

"Close your little eyes, Mika dear,"crooned the demon, his gentle voice startling the others.

"Get out,"shouted the angel suddenly.

But before she could spread her wings and flee, the demon pummeled the ground with his left hand, which was emblazoned with golden metal and ivory pieces.

The ground cracked, resulting in fissures, swallowing the werewolf and the angel, who was not being able to fly for some reason.

"Help me...please,"yelled the terrified werewolf.

Ahsid froze with fear, gaping at the spectacle.

She summoned up a lasso of blue to throw at the werewolf who was desperately trying to cling to anything, when somebody grabbed her arm.

"Please, they are bad. Bad people,"mumbled little Mika, her face distracting Ahsid.

That was all the time required for the ground to engulf the two up, the screams of the werewolf still lingering in the air.

Mika then ran straight into Moloch's arms who bent to the ground and with a cry of joy, lifted her into the air, hugging her to his chest.

"Mika, dear, I was so worried,"said Moloch as she buried her little face under his chin.

Both of them turned to face Ahsid. "I do not who you are, but my thanks are overdue. If you had not stalled them, my precious Mika would have been taken away from me."

"Why did they want to do that?"

Moloch sighed. "Mika, dear, there's a icecream shop to the right."

"Yay....icecream,"yelled Mika and shimmied down to the ground, running away.

"You let her away again?"

Moloch huffed. "My men are with her now. You just can't see them."

Ahsid nodded as if understanding.

"Since you saved my Mika's life, I owe you an explanation. The stupid angel, Azrael made a mistake while assigning designations to the spirits. He accidentally marked Mika's spirit as Hellbound. I took her in since she was so lost and frightened. Now that she has warmed up to me, these abominations think that they can take them away from me. They want to take her back to Heaven. Stupid Azrael should be more careful with these things but no, all the angels are preposterous."

"But...but is Mika happy in Hell,"asked Ahsid, her heart melting for the poor soul who was having to suffer while the adults quarreled over her.

"You think she is not? Wouldn't she have refused to come to me,"asked Moloch, although Ahsid thought that he meant it to rhetorical. She was reminded of her face when she had whispered to her.

Bad people.

"I am sorry Moloch. So you are a demon,"she whispered.

"Not just a demon."

Ahsid did not understand but Moloch did not elaborate.

"What is your name?"

"Ahsid,"she whispered, not wishing to divulge anything else.

Moloch sniffed the air. "You are very young, very young."

Ahsid wanted this conversation to end. As if reading her thoughts, Moloch answered," I should depart now. Perhaps we will meet soon," and with that, he walked away, his heavy metal armour clinging along the way.

For a while Ahsid stood where she was, staring at the way Moloch had gone and then smiled to herself. She had saved someone....yes, she had been useful. She had been useful.

Suddenly, she felt a dull pain. Lifting up her shirt, she saw a big blue bruise start to form near her stomach. She groaned in pain as she struggled to halt a taxi but the immense joy that she felt nullified everything else.

She wished Dane was here. Would he have approved of her methods? She couldn't wait, not even for another twenty four hours to pass, to tell him about Moloch and Mika.