Ulva is 16, or was when she died. Ever since she woke up she's been battling demons with her pack. Stuck in a matrix of strange and unnatural places she must find out what she wants to be, good or bad Angel or Demon.


3. My Pack



Oh by the way i go by Ulva. Thats my pack name, my pack is like my family. I would be so dead without them. When i first got here i was confused and holding off a demon with some metal i found on the ground. Then all if a sudden out of no where five guys just show up and kill the demon. The Alpha (leader dude in charge of the pack) turned to me,

"Why, would you attack a demon with no weapons?" He slowly "unless ....... Are you new here?"

"Yea. Um did you say demon?"

"Yea of corse, if you'd like you can come with me and my pack and i can show you everything you'll need to know. All you'd have to do is hold your own weight, but it shouldn't be too much of a problem for you."  I haven't regretted it one bit.   


 "Here" i said as i passed my knife down the line to where Ivy was sitting his blue hair standing out just as much as my pink hair in this desolate place without color.

"Okay that should do it." He said putting the finishing touches on our little explosive.

 "Ivy? Run!" I yell as they appear. Demons. Crawling, slithering, flying and basically coming at us way to fast for how strangely and awkwardly they were moving. 

"Ulva come on!"

 "My knife? Wheres my knife?"

  "Here, here. Ill cover you." Grabbing his gun. 

He called as i went to the offensive. They were everywhere. I took out my sword not bothering  with the gun at my belt, there was no time. Barley getting Love, my two handed broadsword, off my back, i attacked.

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