"Fight?" Jenx repeats.

I nod my head.

"You don't need to fight if you have protection." She tells me.

"But, I don't want protection. I want to be strong on the inside and out. I am sick of being the damsel in distress." I tell her firmly.

"I am a demon and you are an angel. Demons fight and angels don't. I don't even fight." Jenx explains, "I use my demon powers. You have your own powers. If you started to fight Elsa, you wouldn't be an angel anymore."

"But I am not an angel. I am a Fallen Angel." I mutter.

Jenx grabs my cheeks and forces my face to look at her seriously.

"Don't do this Elsa. Don't lose your identity. Trust me harming another being is a serious sin in Heaven you will be truly disowned as an angel once you do that. I don't want to be the one to destroy your innocence." She says to me.

"You don't understand," I murmur, "An innocent angel is my identity now but what I want my identity is to be an angel who wants to change, wants to become stronger for the good."

"Listen Elsa, you have the greatest power of us all. You don't change things by harming other people but you change things by using your light power, that is something all of us don't have." Jenx explains, sincerely.

I sigh and surrender. I feel hopeless now, I want to do something but her concerns of me losing my pureness is overlooking how I can use my own fight for protection.

I don't want to discuss this, because I think it's a delicate subject for Jenx for some reason. She speaks with experience. Like she's dealt with another angel that was somehow tainted.

Suddenly we heard fast thumps, we saw men on a steed galloping through the forest.

"That tragedy was no earthquake, it was the demon." We overhear a man.

Jenx places her hand on my back as we creep foward, eavesdropping.

"That old woman was right. That demon thing transformed this place into hell but suddenly all the damage is gone. The Dunbroch people are foolish to not believe we are dealing with some magic." Another man says.

They didn't have the native accent, they seemed like foreigners.

"I altered all of the Dunbroch natives memory. But since they are foriegners their memory remains." Jenx whispers to me.

"We cannot let this stray. We must find a way to cleanse all the bad from this place, like we did to the other worlds." They say.

Jenx gasps a bit and says, "I must stop them I cannot be driven away from this place."

"It's fine though right? You'll stop them." I say uneasily.

"One of stated that they have done this before." She tells me.

"Okay, let us start our mission and save the people of Dunbroch." One of them signals to the rest of the men.

Jenx touches my back and we teleport to her lair.

"Is this a problem worth concerning over?" I ask her.

"Yes. They must be preparing for some sort of ritual, which will draw me out of this land. They would need a demon and angel feather and the rest they can gather on their own. This ritual will extract all of the lonely souls and demons to hell." Jenx explains.

"It's just hell. You use to live there." I shrug.

"Yes, but I will be stuck there forever. And some of these lonely souls are innocent and pure they don't deserve to be left in the eternal flames."

"What do you suggest to do?" I ask.

"I want you to stalk them." She answers.

I stagger back a bit, "Okay."

"I want to know what ingredients they already have, that will give me an idea of what to do." She tells me.

"Why stalk them though? You can just broadcast it on the globe while you do your thing." I suggest.

"Yes but I can't physically examine objects or look through their bags." Jenx clarifies, "Anyway, I am giving you this task so you can feel like you're making a contribution."

I look down.

"But remember though, be careful, Jack isn't here." She reminds me.

I know that. But don't make me remember him, my motivation will drop.

"I don't need Jack." I respond.