{^picture of David above}

The boss's office wasn't an office at all, more like a church. Stained Windows lined the wooden walls (a shocking difference to the previous bare white walls). Clara rushed over to one, hoping to see what laid beyond these walls which were beginning to feel like a cage. She was extremely disappointed to discover she couldn't see anything except the colour image of a woman crouched over what looked like the dead body of a man. Wings produced from his back in bloody slits and he was weeping into his scarred hands. The woman was grinning cruelly, her eyes glowing red. Clara felt entranced by the horrible imagine, unable to look away.

"Demons and Angels." A voice said from behind, causing Clara to jump and spin around. A man around the age of thirty with dark Ivory skin and glowing blue eyes stood beside Toby whose hands were behind his back and nodded in greeting. That annoying voice came back.

That's David. Respect and fear him.

Clara shuddered at the voice and David rose a dark eyebrow. "Does the image effect you, Clara?"

Clara turned back to the window, tracing her fingertips along the glass with exaggerated gentleness. It did effect her, more deeply than she'd like to admit.

"I've heard a lot about you, Clara." David continued, stepping closer. Clara realised how impassive Toby's face was when he was around the 'boss'. "When
you showed up here, I wasn't expecting
someone so...special."

Special? What did that even mean?

"Allow me to elaborate," he began, reading her mind creepily. "Usually when a new batie arrives, I am able to speak to them through a mind link. I was given this power when I became leader. However, I haven't been able to do this with you yet. It is quite odd."

Clara looked at Toby then back at David. "So what your saying is you can't read my mind?"

"Read it, speak to it, I'm afraid not. This has never happened before, it's as if you're immune to me."

His words made Clara feel queasy. She already wasn't feeling great because of the lack of food and drink. Why did she even have to eat and drink? She was dead.

"What are you going to do?" Clara asked hesitantly.
The voice spoke first: he will grind you into nothing. He will take away any ounce of happiness and turn it int ash. He will push and push until you are nothing but broken pieces of a lost soul.

"The only thing I can do. Prepare yourself for a meeting with the devil."