The docks are quiet at night. The water is calm, reflecting the city lights off it. Sort of looks like a mini galaxy of colors. I know it sounds lame but, for someone like me, calmness is a rarity.

     I used to come here all the time when I was younger. Being able to do what I can do means Kristoff never felt the need to assign anyone to protect me. From the second I learned to control my power I was free to come and go as I pleased. As long as I told someone I was leaving and kept a phone on me, no one really seemed to care where I went. Well, until there was a dangerous raid or hunt to go on. Then I was top priority. I guess that is why I liked being with Marcus so much. He treated me more like a person and less like a weapon.

     I watch Ash as he stares out towards the water, his face eerily relaxed. He hasn't spoke in minutes. Not since I filled him in on the everything that has happened over the last two day. The fight with Marcus. Demi's outburst. Aryn's announcement about the murders and his need to join us until things get sorted out. My brief conversation with Kristoff about my mother.

    That had really seemed to spark his interest. I had told him everything Kristoff had told me about my mother, how she was and what she could do. I was hoping maybe Ash could give me some more insight to her but he had said nothing. Just nodded and listened while the endless flow of words fel from my mouth. Getting it all out was like a weight being lifted off my shoulders.

    "What else am I supposed to be able to do?" I ask. "You said you knew others, others who were like me. What could they do?"

    "Pretty much the same as you. Only they were better trained as you. They could pull from humans, demon, angels and pretty much any other creature with a life force in them. All but one could do it without even laying a finger on them. They could just feel the life pulsing through someone and pull without a touch. They could heal the same way too. They were more in tune with their senses. They could sense a demon or angel from miles away. Always aware. Always on watch. They had learned early on that their lives were a bit more dangerous than others."

    He stops talking, chewing slightly on his lowers lip as he begins to stare back out at the water. He makes no attempt to make eyes contact with me.

     "You're hiding something," I accuse.

     "I was there when he heard the prophecy. In Hell the day he found at. Belial, who is pretty much the guys right hand man, was the one who had told him. The prophecy told him he would produce six daughters, all of which would posses his main power. You've pretty much figured out what that is. The Pull. But one daughter, one of the six, would grow to be his biggest enemy. She would travel down into Hell and destroy him. She would then take his place as the ruler of Hell. I think...I think he was talking about you. There is something different about you."

     "Different?" My voice is barely above a whisper. I shove my hands back into my pocket, not wanting to risk him seeing that they are shaking.

     "The others were powerful. They were highly skilled and better trained but they all felt the same. I knew there was something different about you the first time I saw you. I could feel the power humming around you. It was overwhelming. Intoxicating. Five other daughters Makenna. I have encountered five of his daughters and not one of them has had half the power you do. Even if He hadn't put a price on your head you would spend almost your entire life attracting all sorts of demons. I am surprised you weren't found out soon. Then again, He did keep the prophecy quiet for a few years. I guess he didn't want to believe he could be over thrown. But me? I've spent years looking for you."

     I pull myself off the ground, the sudden urge to walk is overwhelming. All of the information he is giving me is rushing around my brain like a tornado and walking seems like the thing to do at the moment. It is one thing to be the daughter of Satan. It is another thing to be told that the most evil person ever has decided to put a hit out on you. It is a completely different, life changing, brain frying thing to find out that the only person who has met all of the others has confirmed that you are the supposed next ruler of Hell.

     I have wandered a few feet away from the water when I hear the crunch of Ash's boots on the wet gravel catching up to me. He places a hand on my shoulder and I turn.

     "I know what I have to do," I tell him. "I have spent days trying to talk myself out of believing you. Told myself you were a whack job. A liar. But it all makes sense. No matter how much I try and deny it...it all makes sense. Every time, and I mean literally every time, I leave the house a demon manages to find me. They might not be much of a threat but they find me all the same. Most of the times I can pull before anyone notices they are there. It's been like this for years. I know what I have to do. I can't stay there anymore. They're all in danger. Marcus. Demi. Kristoff."

     "Makenna, you don't have to make-"

     "No!" I interrupt loudly. "I have to leave. Aryn is going to figure out what is going on. What I am. That is all the leverage he will need to try and kill me. Even if he doesn't...even if I manage to keep it a secret...it won't be long before He sends someone or something stronger after me. They will die trying to keep me safe. I can't do it. I won't do it. It's not their fault I am what I am. I have to leave. I just...have to go back and say goodbye first."

     Ash hand slides from my shoulder, resting gently on my waist. He looks away, whispering something under his breath.

     "What?" I ask, not able to make out his words.

     "I said you're not what I expected." He moves closer, arm moving from my waist to my lower back. He pulls me towards him. His free arms moves the hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

     "What happened to 'this is not a path you want to go down?'"

     He finger brushes over my lower lip and I hear myself gasp a bit. The grip on my lower back tightens.

     "Screw it," he replies before crushing him lips to mine.

    I have been kissed before by boys in the past. Boys who drunkenly approached me at the club, spilling their beers onto my shirt in a sad attempt to start a conversation. By Marcus as we found ourselves tucked into quiet corners, trying  to hide our feelings from everyone. But never in my life have I been kissed the way Ash is kissing me now.

     It starts off slow, his lips moving gently against mine. The sudden contact catches me off guard so much I feel myself pull from him. My head spins and my heart begins to race faster than it ever has. The pull seems to have no affect on him as he deepens the kiss, my fingers now finding themselves tangled in his hair. His hands moves under the back of my shirt, my body heating up where his skin meets mine.

     My brain has stopped functioning. I can't think. All the worries from earlier seem to fade away as he pulls me closer, nipping playfully at my bottom lip.

     "Wow," he sighs, finally breaking the kiss. He doesn't let me go. He stays there, body pressed against mine as I struggle to catch my breath. "Princess I think I should-"

     He stops mid-sentence, feeling the strange sensation I am. My senses rush back to me and I feel the demon steadily approaching. Call me crazy but I can feel its hunger for me. For my blood. Feel the hunger fueling the life inside of him.

     My hand shoots out to the side, calling its life force to me. The demon drops to the ground a few feet away from us. Its mouth gapes open as it lays on the ground, dead.

     "Holy shit," I hear myself say in awe.

     "Holy shit is right."

     I unwrap myself from's Ash's arms, smoothing down the front of my messy shirt. He keeps his hands resting on my hips. I close my eyes as the buzz from the pull begins to fade and listen to the ragged sound of his breathing. He may not have felt it but I did. The rush of power that came when I kissed him. The switch that flipped inside me sending all my senses into overload.

     "I have to get some things from my house."

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