Jade Kapan just might be the most normal person you could meet. But don't jump to conclusions, because you couldn't be more wrong. And she has no idea. No idea that the angels fight demons constantly just to keep the humans safe. No idea that she can change the whole course of the war. The only thing is, will she have the strength to make a vital decision?


9. Captured

          He barely had time to say that before the closet door opened, and we were greeted by the hideous face of my tormentor. He screeched in some strange language, which I then realized that it was  a call for backup. Six more demons appeared by his side, then I unsheathed my sword. I lunged forward, but my strike was easily deflected. It was useless. Realizing that there was nothing I could do without hurting Mark or Cassie, I let myself be tied up. They bound my arms, legs, and wings. Then, the shadows darkened, and we were sucked into hell. 

          I passed out, not used to the form of travel, and woke to someone kicking my ribs.

"Stand." Was the simple command, given to me through a rough voice that sounded like a knife on stone. 

All three of us rose, and Mark looked better than he had previously been. We were led to a jail cell with the demons' swords jabbing into our wings.

"You will wait to be judged." The demon said to us curtly before walking away.

"Well this sucks." I said. "Mark, what were you saying about being hunted?"

"Doesn't matter anymore. It's too late, unless we escape somehow." He said grimly.

I had never seen him like this. I looked over at Cassie. Her face was pale, and her mouth was a straight line across her beautiful features. She didn't say a word. We sat in silence, except for the constant plink... plink of water dropping off the stalactites that hung from the dark ceiling. 

          "Pssst." Came the whisper. Then more persistently, "PSSST!" 

         "Do you hear that?" I mouthed to Cassie and Mark. They both nodded in reply.

         "Who– who's there?" I asked, my mouth fumbling over the words.

         Then the face appeared. He was relatively good looking, with light blond hair and strangely deep, dark eyes. He was a demon.

         "I'm Ash. And I need to get you out of here." He said quickly.

         "Why would you help us?" Mark asked skeptically.

         "I hear that there's a Mar–" He didn't get to finish his sentence before he was cut off.

         "So what?" Mark intervened.

         "Look, I didn't ask to become a demon. In fact, I don't want to be here at all. Anything to help the Angels."

         "How do we know you aren't tricking us?" Cassie asked. I was surprised she spoke at all.

         "I'll give you my Collaborator's Covenant." Ash replied.

         "What's a Collaborator's Covenant?" I asked. Whatever it was, it was obviously a big deal.

         Cassie sighed. "It's a vow a traitor makes promising to help the other side in a war as much as he can. If you break it, you are a traitor to both sides in a war. The punishment for that is eternal torment."

         "So, big deal?" I asked

         "Yes. Very."

         "Do you want out or not? Make it quick, because the guards will check on you soon." Ash prompted.

"How do you plan to get us out?" Mark asked in reply.

Ash lifted his clawed hand, and in it, he jingled a set of keys that were made out of bone.

I looked at Cassie and Mark and said with determination, "Let's go."

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