I think my life has been a big bag of walking shit for too long because my priorities are seriously fucked up at the moment. How do I know this? Well, instead of demanding to know more about my father and these crazy powers I have, I have spent the last ten minutes staring at Ash.

Not just normal staring. Like when you think you see something in someone's hair so you stare until you realize it was just a trick of the mind. I mean I am full fledge stalker staring at this guy.

He stands there, wearing nothing more than a pair of thin black boxers, staring out the window at the view below him. Even now, seemingly unaware that I am awake, he radiates pure power. His face as stoic as ever.

It finally gives me enough time to take a good look at him. Now that I am no longer under the assumption that he is a hallucination. Or that I am having a mental breakdown. Or being attacked by two different hordes of demons in one damn night.

As dangerous as I am learning he is, Ash is certainly something worth staring at for long periods of time. His muscular frame. The thick ink that covers his arms, chest, back and throat. There is barely an inch of him that isn't covered in some form of artwork.

Now, I know what you must be thinking at this point. 'Makenna, you almost died last night. Probably because of this guy you are ogling at. None of this crazy shit started happening until he came around and, if you don't remember, he did stab you last night. Oh and then there's the whole issue of Marcus.' But for the love of all things shiny...cut me some slack. I know I shouldn't be staring but...blame it on the hormones and the fact that he is wearing the hell out of those boxers. Seriously, who even makes fabric that thin? It should be illegal.

"You already ruined my couch," Ash says, not even bothering to look away from the window. "Could you not drool all over it as well.

"I wasn't drooling," I answer too quickly. His cuts his eyes at me and smirks. I feel my face go red and I know I have been caught.

"You're a terrible liar."

I watch (yes, more inappropriate staring) as he crosses the room, grabbing a glass and something else from the table near the hall. He hands me the cold glass and pills that could be either aspirin or roofies. Do I even both to ask at this moment? Not really. My head is pounding and either of the two options will get rid of it. Either that or they will have the same affect on my body that liquor does...which is none.

I try and pull myself into the sitting position and am immediately regretful of this not so brilliant move. My stomach lurches and I grip at the still soaked cushions. Ash leans forward, holding onto my shoulders in an attempt to steady me as I begin to sway.

"You're going to want to take it easy," he instructs. "You lost a good bit of blood last night. You almost lost all of your blood last night. You need some time to gather your strength back. I'm assuming that is the first time you've used that much power at once?"

I nod my head, still not able to form words. My stomach is still threatening to spill whatever is in it. Not to mention the spot when Ash's skin meets mine has begun to tingle and grow warm. I take a deep breath and try to focus on something else.

"How did you know it would work?" I ask. "How did you know I wouldn't kill you?"

"Lucky guess." He moves me so that I am sitting up against the cushions and takes the seat next to me. "You could have, ya know, killed me. If you were properly trained. You are far more powerful than you realize."

"I still think you have the wrong person."

"You keep saying that," he sighs. "Trust me Makenna, I don't. I have spent the last six years looking for you. Well, not you in particular but for the last of Lucifer's daughters. I pulled from you. I felt the power in you. As much as you would like it not to be true...you are exactly who I think you are. Which means you are twice as powerful as you think you are and in more danger than you care to admit. And from last night's little show down with those demons, it looks like dear old dad knows exactly where you are as well."

"So what do I do?"

"Well first we need to make you a little less easy to kill. You need to learn to utilize your powers. This is going to be the hard part seeing as you can barely use the one you have. I was hoping by the time I found you you would be more...accustomed to using them but it looks like I have my work cut out for me. Then again, looking at your living situation, I am not really surprised. The old man has done a pretty decent job keeping you in the dark on so many things."

"Excuse me? What does Kristoff have to do with any of this?"

"Seriously?" Ash lets out a husky laugh. "Don't tell me you think that man has let you live in his house for this long without knowing exactly what you are and what you can do."

The blank look on my face must have been enough answer for him. He lets out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. The simple mention of Kristoff sends me rummaging through my pockets in search of my phone. I find it but, because I am me, the phone is destroyed. It must have gotten ruined in the attack last night. This means not only have I been missing from home for hours but now I can't contact anyone to let them know I am alive.

"I have to get home." I jump up from my seat and damn near fall over, completely having forgotten Ash's warning about taking it easy. The rooms sways and spins. Or maybe I do. It could be either one. I have no idea. What I do know is that I am pretty sure I am about to break my face open on the coffee table next to us.

"Whoa," Ash laughs. He stands up in time to stop me from falling. His hands hold onto my waist as I wait for my sight to adjust itself. I reach out in search of some form of support, my palms resting flat against his chest. I hear Ash breath in quickly.

As my vision steadies I find myself staring into those soft green eyes. Hell, who am I kidding? I am temporarily trapped in those damn eyes. The way they seem to burn into mine. The way he bites his lower lip as my hands travel down his chest to his stomach, resting on the firm muscle.

"Princess." His voice comes out raw and breathy. The loose grip he had on my hips is now firm, demanding. There are only a few inches between our bodies and I can feel the heat coming off of his. My skin tingling where we touch. "This is not a road you want to go down, trust me."

Trust me.

His words snap me out of my trance and I push away from him, using the couch for support instead.

"I have to get home," I repeat.

"Why?"

"They'll be worried about me. Kristoff. Demi. Marc.." I let the last name trail off, watching as his eyes grow from soft back into hardened jewels. The lustful look on his face now replaced with his stoic mask.

"Oh, I see," he says angrily. "The little blonde hybrid will be worried. How do you think he'd feel is he saw what you were just doing?"

"Leave Marcus out of this." My balance has finally resumed and I give myself a once over. "I need a ride home. And some clothes."

Ash smirks.

"Do you now?"

"Look, you obviously need my help or else you wouldn't have saved my ass last night. What you want...well...you haven't made that clear yet. Obviously I need your help to seeing as, because of you, I have turned into a magnet for all things Hell related. So why don't we-"

"I have nothing to do with that part. The demons," he interrupts. "I guess I can think Kristoff for that. He's kept you hidden real well over the last few years. But now He knows where you are."

"He?"

"Lucifer. Satan. Dear old dad." He grabs a large suitcase off the floor and begins to get dressed. Finally. "See, as soon as word hit him one of you ladies would off him he put a pretty big bounty on your heads. That makes you a huge target. It seems like my source wasn't a trustworthy as I thought and now He knows that there is one more left. He can't be too happy with the fact you've gone unnoticed for so long."

"Great," I whine. "So what exactly is it that you want from me?"

"I want you to do exactly what you were born to do...kill Satan."

Ash is standing there with this horribly serious look on his face and I just can't take it anymore. Any of this. I burst out into hysterical laughter. It must be the last thing Ash expects me to do because he goes from serious to confused in less than three seconds.

"You want me to what?" I manage to get out between laughs. "You have got to be kidding me. You want me to kill the ruler of Hell? You have spent that last few days telling me how undertrained I am and now you are telling me you want me to kill Satan."

"Pretty much. See, I think Hell needs a new ruler. I think that ruler should be me. It's actually pretty simple. I train you. You kill him. You step down and name me the new King of Hell. You bounce off into sunset with that blonde half breed with the promise of never being bothered by another demon again."

"You make it sound so easy."

"I know." He smiles. "Now, first things first, let's get you home. We have a few things to discuss on the way."

^Things I need: Stephen James Hendry and a cup of coffee^

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