Stories fly in the underworld along with Heaven's angels, Light knew every one of them. The nephlim's tale he took to heart, even grew to hate the child that surrounded its pages. In the end, every book is a lie; tricked by the king he looked up to so much.

It's whispered in the clouds that their only princess fled to the underworld, to be with the man she loved. It was never said that she died. Light made the conclusion, or more of a theory, that Dusk was the lover she slept with. Also, the fact that he was a demon might be why Light cannot see him. In conclusion, he didn't know what, or who, to believe anymore.

Both kings lied.

Neither was better than the other.

Angels aren't something that can be killed with a swift knife. Cutting off their flight mechanism will ground them forever. Most can learn to survive, but there's a greater chance that the majority of them will die in a few hours.

Dawn was one of those angels. In older days her name was Cassandra, heir to the thrones of gold. She had four girls, all witches. It is one of the laws within the gates that all angels bare one witch in their lifetime. Finding one human to serve as mother or father and fleeing with said child. Alas, Cassandra took this to heart and fell in love with the first human she found. Twins were produced from their union, those two were more opposites than anything alike.

And when the inevitable came, it left mother and children heartbroken to bury a frail old man. Cassandra was never happy from that point on, lived under the unending course of laws and regulations. After spreading the love of the seasons to the world, she ventured to the mortal land once more. What she didn't expect was a demon, a sly and handsome one at that. At first, she didn't know what to do, beginning to arm herself with a twig.

He laughed at her for a moment but showed her that he was unarmed. His piercing red eyes glimmered as he smiled, he stood quite tall as well. Black hair kissed summer's wind and messed it up further. His horns were curled, their tips barely touching his long, elf-like ears. For once a demon just wanted to admire her, gaze at the lake eyes and blonde locks.

Talking can lead to common ground. They both learned that no matter who's crown you own, Heaven and Hell both sucked. The sourest part of it all, they couldn't even escape from that fate.

Time would forever move forward, feelings would pump strong and a wedding to tie their hearts. Until one day a child, ebony hair, eyes bouncing between red and blue. Happy, always happy; if that child could've only stayed that way.

Cassandra was called in by her own father, ridiculed. He told her she didn't know what love meant; that loving a demon was unnatural. Cries of an unwanted child made her father snap. He broke off her wings, leaving her bones shattered and feathers a bloody mess. Tossing them aside, she was squashed under his boot. A king can be cruel, even the ones with a heart of gold.

"Don't," her final words began to crawl out of her throat. Her tear-stained and blood covered face turned towards him.

"Don't hurt her."

He was a fool to even think she'd beg for her own life. No, instead Cassandra groveled for the halfbreed. If she wanted to be lower than scum, so be it; he would happily oblige. The angel plummeted to earth, surrounded by sandy deserts. Crimson mixed in with creamy tans, Cassandra wasn't able to get up. She bled out and the forgotten wastelands swallowed the evidence.

Demons are slightly weaker, at least those who don't have strong blood behind them. Millions upon millions of types conversed under the rock. There was a prince named Dani; Dusk would be his name in later years. After the news of his missing wife, he fled to the underworld with his newborn. Demons glared with evil intentions at their fallen prince, he was no longer safe in his own home.

He did the thing any father would: protect his little girl. Although still children themselves, Dani found the coven of four witches. It wasn't hard, the house still under his fallen wife's name. The prince spoke with the eldest of the four, holding her face in his hands. That was his only option, to trust the half-sisters to raise the nephlim.

"Lindy," Dani spoke to the confused fifteen-year-old. S

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask how he knew her name.

"Your mother, she was special," Dani's voice cracked as if he was going to cry, "far beyond special. Remember that, okay? I need you to take care of your youngest sister."

Lindy looked back at Lindsey in dismay, she was the youngest that they only knew. Her mouth opened again, wishing to speak. Alas, Dani squashed her curious flame.

"Just trust-" a loud bang came at the door. Time ran out.

"Dani boy!"

A snake-like creature broke the door into wooden fragments. Its face twisted with a horrific fanged grin. The blood born alp stood protectively in front of the children, they cowered in the corner in return. The prince would go down fighting, willing to spill his blood for his only child.

The fight lasted for minutes, shadows and demons arguing about right and wrong. The nephlim wailed in a distant corner, the girls huddled in the other. A small black creature quickly scurried to her carriage on all fours, attempting to take or kill the baby.

Lindy's hazel eyes caught sight of the horrifying small demon. It smiled wickedly, claws elongated and reaching for the newborn. The small witch ran for the thing made of corruption, her flaming touch coming in contact with its shoulder.

Its head turned quickly around one hundred eighty degrees, her face meeting with its pointed teeth. Lindy shrieked, back peddling into the corner with her sisters. It came after her, fast and nimble. Using its hind legs, the thing leaped from the ground, aiming for the hazel-eyed child.

However, it never touched her body. A frozen grip held the underling's head, its body coated with a thin layer of blue. Next to Lindy stood Linda, the opposite twin with the same face as her own. Their eyes separated their identities, Linda held the cold blue their mother once did.

Lindsey ran to the baby, the eleven-year-old pulling the nephlim into her arms. All they had was each other now, mother out of the picture. The five huddled back into their corner, demons creeping up to hunt down the unwanted.

"Wait! I sacrifice myself!" the prince yelled, he was pinned under the slithering demon who called him Dani boy. A chain was placed against his Adam's apple, yanking his neck up in choking restraint.

"Sacrifice to what, Dani, prince of hell?" The snake's tongue slithered from its mouth, taunting the restrained prince.

Dani didn't answer, closing his red eyes to refrain from seeing the children huddled away from hell. He debated if he really wanted to do this, but there was no question about it. He had to do this, or Annie will never be free.

"I sacrifice myself for damnation."

The prince didn't open his eyes to the coven and the nephlim. He wanted to remember them as they were; not scared, happy. The serpent cackled, grabbing Dani by his horns.

"You're never leaving damnation, do you realize this?"

The serpents sickly grin flashed towards the girls. It clearly had one meaning; that doesn't mean they're not next. Lindy, the fire branded child, stood in front of her coven, with a plus one. She wasn't going to let some cold-blooded snake make empty threats.

Dani nodded, understanding the consequences; his daughter was safe for that time being. The demons dragged their prince in chains, happy with a catch. He was brought beneath the earth for eternity, his throne no longer in view. He didn't care for the cheap seat, his heart ached for his lost love. Loneliness is a silent killer, his few months of confinement and heartbreak left him dead.

Dani and Cassandra were doom driven lovers, a power beyond the kings brought them back. Angels and demons never die off, simply reborn into a new body with their memories erased. These two prolonged such a thing, they didn't want to forget. Sadly, such a thing is written for them.

That is until an angel set foot on familiar land, a house with overgrown greenery. A coven beyond doors and a child with a crown of golden horns.

She wasn't alone, a presence stood beside her. The golden dead turned, meeting purple in her eyes. Flashes of a man of horror, a sweeter heart in his chest, danced before her very eyes. A sly grin spread across his faded face, arms open for the golden beauty.

"Dani?" Cassandra was in tears, practically choking on her own words.

It was him, the one she never wanted to forget. Before she could run into her lover's arms, she was stopped by a young girl. The child's hair was as ebony as the hours before midnight.

"Why are you crying?"

She was no more than three, her big red eyes made her look innocent. Cassandra knelt down to her own daughter, wanting desperately to touch her face.

"Nothing An-, I mean," Cassandra cleared her throat. Annie would never remember her mother's face, nor know why this strange woman knew her name.

"Nothing, child."

Cassandra gave the little nephlim a smile. She attempted to place her hand upon the girl's head, but her heart broke. She couldn't touch her own daughter, her fingers slipped through solid objects.

Dani stood there, stiff. He couldn't look at his own daughter, the familiar ache echoed in his soul. Agitation was soon replaced in the sad pit, his hand roaming over his face. This would be one reason why a demon would want to forget happiness, it came with misery. Nevertheless, it will always melt when his daughter popped up with a question.

"Want to play?"

Annie scurried for a ball in the play yard, she held up the rubber toy with the brightest smile on her face. The two dead shared a few glances, they figured why not? Desperately wanting to share the last few moments with their creation of profound love.

The nephlim tossed the ball, but it went through Dani, there was a flaw in their plan. Annie wasn't one to be discouraged, she tossed the ball away and offered tag. But a clever rule was made: the hand of the person who was it had to go clear through the other.

"What are your names?" asked the nephlim.

The dead paused, thinking carefully how to answer. For logical reasons, they didn't want to the truth. They figured if Annie ran to her sisters, Lindy would definitely know something was up. A mother wasn't going to let her oldest waste countless days away trying to bring back the dead. She knew the fire witch would try.

"How about Dawn and Dusk?"

Her parents shared a smile, that was their loophole to avoid the truth.

The three laughed, a family again; at least for the few moments they had left. Time would call for Dusk first, his hand pressed against his transparent forehead. His memories were fading, along with him. Dawn scurried to him, her own glow brighter than his.

"No, no! Dusk! No! Don't leave now! Please!" the dead angel begged.

Tears filled Dawn's eyes, she knew he would fade from existence. Annie stood quietly behind her parents, a tepid expression on her face. No one will ever know what pulled her to do what she did. She ran into the house and dragged a book back out with her. It was bigger than her, but she did it without complaint or question. She flipped it open and recited one of the spells her sisters taught her.

"Annie, this isn't time for ga-!"

Dawn felt a shock throughout her body, something inside of her grabbed ahold of her invisible heart. Dusk was in the same pain, but neither of them was able to speak. When the pain wiped itself away, the dead felt air fill lungs they forgot they had. Whatever it was, it hurt. Badly.

In the very end though, both of them were different. They felt connected to the earth, the heavens, and the underworld again. Dawn reached out to Annie, but something appeared after she did. A bright shimmering blade stood before her yellow eyes, lighted by flames of holy. It gracefully floating above the ground and left a patch of burnt dirt.

Dusk grunted behind Dawn, she whipped her head to see if he was okay. He was no longer becoming a faded memory, but he held his chest in pain. The dead angel took his head in her hands, she could touch him. He existed in the world and so did she.

The dead demon let out a painful scream, the core of his chest glowing an intense purple. Just like Dawn, he summoned a blade, jagged and corrupted. The weapon had thorns to rip flesh open, twists and turns to pull out guts. It was large and heavy, slamming into the earth. The blade lodged itself in its own hole in the ground.

Both reborn anew, they looked at Annie. This was her only successful summoning, the nephlim couldn't do it again from that point on.

Demons had a right to fear her.

Angels had a right to avoid her.

She's dangerous.

But she's their daughter.

They'll love her until time stops flowing its course.