The air was charged, literally as sparks flew off Draco.

"I was beginning to wonder whether you would remember at all." She slowly turned, hands on her hips. "Then again you've remembered almost everything and what; you've only been here a day?"

Her confidence told me she knew I wouldn't strike her. Then again, I knew the same thing. I didn't want to admit it but something in me wouldn't allow me to.

"Lose the, uh, whatever it is. Disguise?" I stuttered, losing any threat in the order.

Almost immediately, 'Julia' melted away. In her place was a African-American, ebony curls, dark brown eyed girl staring back at me. Definitely the queen of Fairies.

I planted Draco firmly in between my feet, the black hilt glowing red.

I reached for my back and found the end of my bandage. Uncaring, I yanked them off. The wound, the hole that had pierced my shoulder, was completely gone.

Shirtless and sweaty, with bandage indentations, I stood.

"How?" I asked.

"How what?" She replied.

"How did this happen?"

"Do you not remember?"

"It's coming, alright."

"Not fast enough apparently as you need me to explain."

"I need you to explain because I never knew the plan. You all did."

There was a pause; I had gotten her there. If my memories were accurate then, I was never told the plan, just made aware there was a plan.

"Think of it, think of Heaven, as a corrupt government sitting comfortable with all that power. You do have your basic knowledge of Earth, right?" She asked. I nodded. I unfortunately did remember what a corrupt government was.

"They think because a couple of angels fell and the majority of the world believes in them, they are superior. The truth is most believe in the angels because they fear us. They fear Hell and everything it stands for. We give them power."

"How is that? Don't people want to get into Heaven?"

"Indirect fear." She confirmed. "They are untouchable because of it, and we planned to take it away."

"But how does it involve me? I didn't even know the plan." I cried out. The aching was back, ten times worse and my emotions were becoming unchecked. Years and years of forgotten emotions coming back all at once.

"Many believe that the horsemen would bring about the apocalypse, but this isn't true." She continued as if my reaction didn't matter. "In fact, it's the horsemen that created the concepts that would start the apocalypse. Death, War, Famine and Conquest. They eventually passed like immortal beings sometimes do but they left one more prophecy. That the real bringer of the apocalypse would be the last Angel."

She let the words hang in the air. It took a second for me to realize that the last Angel was me.

"Now wait. How could you make me the last Angel? How could you trick Heaven into making me the last Angel?" I was losing it. Losing everything.

"The last angel was already given a rank when the horsemen passed. So it was clear the one spoken of was the one to follow. So we made a plan. To find a suitable person that could be the next the Angel. Not a demon, nor a half demon, nor a half angel. A mortal and that was you."

"Me?" I asked.

"You," She agreed.

"No way."

"Yes way." She countered. "You didn't need training. You already knew everything from wattpad books. You believed in every religion out there. You had the biggest imagination I had ever seen. You were the one."

"So what? The plan was to have me killed and sent to Heaven? That's insane!" I balled my hair in my hands, trying to relieve the pain.

"Basically yes." She smiled, for once a genuine, one hundred percent smile. She took my hands from my hair. "The plan is almost complete. You just need to join us."

"Join you?" I tried to stop my body from trembling. "In Hell?"

"Yes." Her eyes were gleaming, full of possibilities. "See Angels; saints, were cast out of Heaven. Demons were created. Fallen saints, angels, all live in Hell but never an Angel. An Angel has never willingly left Heaven to join Hell."

"Wait so your telling me that you planned all of this on a mere hope that they might make me an Angel?" I asked, shocked by the amount of instinct that was put in this plan. "Now you wish for me to come to Hell?"

"Is it really so far fetched?" She prodded. "You're here, far from your home, in the city of your death, doing an unknown job for beings you do not know. And now, when dawn comes, all of Heaven will descend to hunt you. You have run out of options and your time is falling away."

I took it in. Everything. The pain, the emotions, the adrenaline. She was right of course. Armaros had promised that she, as well as all the angels, would come for me determined to stop my quest to find my past.

"H-how did you know I was the right person?" I hesitated, figuring I would not like the answer.

She shook her head. "All I knew was what I already told you. The only being who knew anything about your past was my boss. In fact, he gave you ownership."

I looked at Draco, still smoldering in the floorboards of the living room. I never knew it had another owner before me.

"Your employer?"

She nodded. "That's right. In a way his your employer too. Master Luca."