Lucifer was pleased that the plan was going accordingly. Although, Michael’s daughter was a small surprise element he wasn’t expecting. She won’t be in the way. Just Kate he thought. He saw Kate’s upset face as she talked to Pitch.

He could see the calculating expression as she quickly thought of what to do next. He saw her in the corner of his eyes as he looked down at the surrounding two teenagers.

Pitch roared, “Kill them!”

Lucifer wondered what these teenagers would do. It would be impossible for them to kill all of Pitch’s people without Timothy’s magic. Lucifer wasn’t sure if Sara had powers of her own. He watched as Timothy said, with a small frantic quiver, “You don’t want to do this.”

Kate gripped the marble railings, “Fuck,” she cursed. “Michael is going to kill me. What am I supposed to do?” She was mostly talking to herself at this point.

“Aren’t you Michael’s best sidekick? Can’t you read Michael like a book and know what he would want at this very moment?” inquired Lucifer. The answer would be critical. He would know what she was to Michael.

Kate answered in a quick response, “I don’t know him! He’s not my—” She cut herself short and went pink.

Not my...what? Brother? Was that she was going to say? Lucifer wished she finished that sentence.

“This is turning into a nightmare,” Kate said in almost a pity cry.

Pitch spat out, “Do what, Timothy? You know nothing of me.”

The wizards and witches were advancing towards them, their hands crackling alive with magic. A sly grin crossed all their faces. Their eyes were mostly on Timothy, who was at a defensive stand, his eyes glowing brightly with a fierce face. He gave a disgusted look.

Kate took a deep breath, “We defend or capture.”

Pitch raised his eyes to Kate and let out a bark of laughter, “With Mr. Morning-star? Will, that is almost a sight to behold! I should take a picture and frame it. So sentimental.”

“He’s lost his marbles,” gasped Kate.

Pitch laughed, “Maybe.” He glanced his eyes to his fellow sidekicks, “Don’t forget to bring her head to me. Katerina is a pain my ass.” He started to turn around and walk to the entrance.

Kate could feel a rush of anger course through her, “You don’t mean that!”

Pitch did a slight glance at Kate, “I do. Kill her.”

Kate’s heart froze as she saw the wizards and witches look at her, some running up the stairs to greet her with deadly force of magic. Kate unhooked her pistol, “You’re choice. Help me or not, Mr. Morning-star. We really will see what side you are in.”

Lucifer did a look at the distance of how long the wizards and witches would reach them. They kept tripping over each other in excitement, “We probably have less than ten seconds until they reach us, we can make a barrier to defend ourselves or the other option is to kill.”

“Kill her!” growled Pitch.

Sara whirled around, looking up at her. She glared back at Pitch and let out a horrible snarl at him, “You will not kill my friend. You will not do any damage to her.”

Pitch let out a chuckle, “Like you can stop me, girl?”

“Is that a dare?” spat Sara.

Kate was too busy tossing chairs and tables at the oncoming waves of the madness of wizards and witches and dodging magic shooting at her to focus on what her bodyguard was saying.

Pitch smirked, “You’re cute.” He slowly advanced to her, and said as an afterthought, “I do need a hostage.”

Sara let out a beautifully wicked smirk and Pitch stopped in his footsteps, stunned by the look, “Oh, threatening her bodyguard?” She yanked out swords underneath her cloak, grateful for the weight off of her. She swirled them around, “And Michael’s daughter...now that’s cute.” She lurched to him, unexpectedly, Timothy’s waving his hands as he thrust enemies coming to them. She called out to him, “You get your side, I’ll get mine.”

Sara hoped Kate could defend herself as she took everyone down. She half-expected Pitch to dash away, but he stood his ground, “Challenge accepted.” He let sparks of magic fly out of his hands and let a blast like a cannon fly in the air to her.

Sara let the speed carry fast to her and she ran at it as if she had a death wish, which sometimes she wondered if she did. Just a few inches from her, she felt the warmth of the glow of magic and she let her one foot lurch up, tucking in in a graceful somersault, over the blast and landed on the ground on her feet softly. She hissed between her teeth and saw Pitch’s improving look but he wasn’t done. Not even close.

He let lavender magic fly in a circle around him almost in a portal way, “Testing me, aren’t you?”

Sara laughed softly, “Not even close.” She flung a sword in a perfect straight strike. She had been trained to throw any kind of weapon at her enemy. It flew to Pitch at an unbroken speed that made him barely miss it as he let his magic conclude with it, dissolving it into nothing.

Sara frowned, not expecting that. Instead, the magic continued its way and rocketed to Sara’s chest. The blast hit her square in the heart and she could feel it electric around her body in a shocking sensation, moving up into her brain like a deadly virus. She dropped her other sword in shock.

“Sara!” Timothy said, but couldn’t reach her as he was overwhelmed with wizards and witches blasting their magic at him.

Pitch chuckled, and this time he knew he had the upper hand, “Thought you could beat me? How old are you, only fifteen? Ah, yes, immature thinking right there.” His smile turned into a twisted grin as he tossed his hands up, “Let’s see how you do with being controlled.”

Kate shoot out her rounds not missing any witches and wizards. They collapsed on the floor with thumps. She had her powers surround her in a field of protection. Each blast hit inches away from her, her fire shield dissolving each magic blast.

Lucifer wasn’t doing too bad himself. He waved his hands in almost a boring tone as the wizards and witches each fell into a deep sleep. He would never have guessed he would be fighting against his nemesis, Katerina Dixon, but yet here he was, his back almost pressed against hers. He could feel the strong pressure of her powers coming over him like a tide. She was undoubtedly powerful which slightly made him nervous. He knew the Dixon were a family to be reckoned with, but this girl, he had never felt such amazing power. He could feel heavenly fire course through her veins which he wasn’t surprised with, as that burned mark was there as evidence on his chest. But he was amazed by how much her body could take the heavenly powers coursing through her veins.

“How many are working with Pitch?” even Kate was now convinced no one could be this powerful unless it was Pitch, “Shit, Sara was right. This was a trap. How foolish could I’ve been? Michael should’ve known this.”

Lucifer knew that Michael would’ve noticed this. Barely anything slide that Michael didn’t catch easily. So, why did he let these girls do his mission? He couldn't help but do glance at where Sara was, fighting with Pitch himself. He’s not going to kill her right? He likes her too much that’s obvious. And what the fuck was he praying this morning...his mind continued this succession as they fought. Lucifer knew the look of a praying face, even if it was subtle, which Pitch's was, but he recognized that stance no matter what.

Too bad Michael is distracted to help you, Katerina. A smile tug at his face, but he wouldn’t let it become a full smile as he heard shoots from Kate and the thumping of fallen bodies.

“Maybe we should go down and help your friend?” suggested Lucifer as no more wizards and witches were coming on their way. Pitch’s sidekicks were now all mostly down on the main floor.

Kate nodded, some nervous sweat coming down from her, “I’ll lead the way.” She ran to the staircase and down it with a quick speed of carefulness to make sure she didn’t go too fast and bump into someone. She had to protect herself.

Lucifer knew her gun had endless bullets. It must’ve been a gift from Michael, for those guns were hard to find and even much harder to make. Might seem easy to make, just put some magic in it and runes to have the bullets shoot out endlessly, but it wasn’t. Those guns had to be made explicitly throughout the years.

He followed her down, motioning his hands freely, letting the witches and wizards fall from the staircase trying to fight with them. He and Kate were going too fast for his liking. So, as a blast of magic came through, Lucifer didn’t stop it as the blast hit Kate, her barrier breaking from the effort to keep it there. He pretended like he was distracted.

Kate tripped on the stairs and her knees buckled in surprise. She collapsed, rolling down the staircase. She let a yelp of exclamation of pain and witches and wizards moved out of the way, distracted from fighting the other magical creature. This whole building had become a battleground.

Lucifer saw the security guards of this building dead on the floor, their throats slashed or huge holes in their bodies from the unfortunate eruption of magic.

“Lucifer!” Kate gasped as she slowly got up, feeling a bone break on her leg. She winced at the pain and let her butt slide to the floor. Her fingers shook as she pressed against the bone sticking out of her leg and she let an agonizing cry. Her eyes sparkled fire as she let the bone slide back into place, tucked inside the skin. She huffed out a breath as the bone came into place. Sparks of fire came from her hands. A shining golden glow came from her palms as it came over her wound and her skin started to knit together.

Lucifer put a hand out for her and she took it to his surprise. He grasped her soft hand steadily as she stood up and whispered, “Thank you.” As a realization came over that she was letting him help her, she quickly put her hand away and took a couple of wobbling steps before she came back to herself, back into the fight.

Thomas Pitch couldn’t believe his luck as everything was going his way. Although this priss was in his way. Easy. Done. He had gotten controlled over her body like she was an easy slice of cake. The first time he laid eyes on her, he couldn’t believe how grown she has gotten, although her attitude was something to be worked on. She was a pretty fifteen years old growing into sixteen, although if he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought she was in her later teen years.

Sara jerked her head up in astonishment, “Control me?” This was her first mission in almost two years now, and she was feeling pressure to get this job done, and so far it wasn’t done correctly. It was a mess.

Pitch nodded, motioning his hand, in which Sara has yanked her legs to a side, trying to maintain her balance.

She could feel a strong pull as if she was now a puppet on strings. You’re stronger than this. She thought to herself, but she could not use her powers. It had been at least well over two months since she tried her powers. What if she hurt Timothy? The innocent magical creatures trying to call more guards in. Kate?

She did a twirl like a dance. Most importantly. What if she hurt herself? The disappointed look on her father she couldn’t bear.

She let out a crying scream, “Stop!”

Pitch stopped and stared up at her, “Restraining will do no good.” He saw her glaring at him as if he did more than controlling her and killed animals for fun. “Oh, fine. We can go.” He snapped his fingers and his fellow wizards and witches looked up to him, “Let’s go. We have a hostage.”

Sara’s eyes opened wide, “You will not take me. You are coming with us to the Heroes’ Headquarters!”

“I don’t think I asked you,” said Pitch, staring to walk, nearly dragging her behind.

Sal flickered in front of her and snarled, “Seriously, this is what you get? That’s all you have in yourself, Sara? Pathetic. I am dismayed in you.”

Sara tightened her eyes. You aren’t real. She hoped when she opened her eyes that he would disappear, but he didn’t. He turned around and glared at Pitch now heading towards the door with a grand grin on his face.

Sal gave one look at Sara’s frightening face and pitied her. He snapped, but not at her, “No one gets to control you besides me.” He gritted down his teeth after a moment’s beat, his body flickered like an angry spirit and roared, “Pitch!”

Pitch turned to Sara, “What?” He didn’t see Sal as he cast his eyes to Sara’s big eyes of confusion. Then, he saw him. A man appeared in front of him and smacked him to the ground. He grabbed the warlock's throat and lifted his hip. Two pairs of twisted, oily black wings sprouted from his back and his eyes glowed black in hatred as he hissed, “You leave her alone. She’s mine, understand, you don’t get to control her like she is all yours. I know what you did to her!”

Pitch gasped for air, struggling, trying to get the strong hands away from him. Sal cocked his head to the side and said, “I know what you did. I won’t say it in front of her,” he turned his voice down a couple of notch in an angry, whisper, “But brainwashing her, that’s cruel. And now controlling her as you own her, hell, you are so fucking stupid?”

Pitch let his hands cupped into Sal’s shoulders, turning paler every second. But his magic didn’t even make Sal flinch one bite. Pitch's heart would’ve stopped in dread if it wasn’t trying to pump so fast to get oxygen in, “Who are you?”

Sal tightened his grip on Pitch’s throat, “Control her again like that, and you will pay. She’s mine, yet you think it’s cute to take her hostage.” He scoffed and shoved Pitch against the wall, right next to the entrance. He hovered his mouth over the warlock’s ear, "You have no idea who she is and what she could do to you, tear you limb to limb.” He chuckled lightly, “She was being nice.”

Pitch’s eyes were slowly closing in as darkness enclose him, barely taking any of the words that Sal was saying, just soft words as he only could hear pain screaming in his body and his lungs about to explode.

Sal dropped his hand and could feel hate boiling in him, “I’ve never liked you anyway.” He whirled at his feet and said warmly to Sara, “Now’s your chance to capture him, darling. Your father will be pleased.”

Pitch let out a huffing grasp as he tried to stable himself back up, his lungs grateful for the big gasping of breaths he was taking. He put his hand on the wall and stood up, about to face Sal, but he was gone. Nowhere in sight. Expect Sara flung a dagger. It grazed his cheek like a burn. She picked up her fallen sword and put it back into her cloak. She shoved him to the wall.

“You’re under arrest,” was all Sara could say as she flipped him over, Pitch’s face smashed against the wall as he was still recovering from being choked to death. Sara thankfully listened to her dad in getting the handcuffs and cuffed him. She yanked him around her, feeling at ease coming across her that she had completed her mission and didn’t kill anyone. At least she wasn’t responsible for that.

Pitch said, feeling the tightening of the cuffs, “Who was he?”

Sara jerked her head to him, “What?”

“That guy? Who talked to me?”

Sara hesitated for only a second and said, “I don’t know who you are talking about.” Her father warned her if she captured him, he would make a move, but he didn’t. She saw Sal choking him, so she did feel bad, but not that awful.

“You do, Sara,” said Pitch, cautiously studying her to as best of his abilities, still recovering from what he just saw and went through. A person with black oily wings, sharp horns on his head, and black eyes giving him threatening words. The thing was, Pitch couldn’t remember what the guy said, he was too busy trying to live. All he could ask was, “Who was he?”

Sara gave her a blank stare and repeated, “I don’t know.”

Kate and Lucifer ran to them, Kate ran to them. She exclaimed, “Sara! You got him!” She hugged Sara tightly, “That’s great.”

Sara was glad about the discussion to end and she beamed, “Yes!”

Pitch blinked confusion at her, “But he—”

Sara grabbed the dagger from the wall and gave a threatening look at him, pointing the sharp tip to his neck, “Best to remain silent. I don’t want to accidentally cut you from you being annoying. You were about to take me hostage, so….shhh.”

Kate said, “I can take him from here, Sara.”

Sara gave her a frown, “I’m not a child.” She stared at Lucifer, “Why is he here?”

“He wants to help us,” said Kate, dismissing Lucifer, “Sara, I’m in charge here, remember? Michael told me so, and you heard that.”

“But,” Sara said, “I captured him.”

“Great, good job, Sara,” Kate snapped back, “Just because you’re Michael’s daughter doesn’t say anything.” She grabbed Pitch’s cuffs and nearly yanked him off from the ground. She smiled and took a deep breath, “I can’t believe we did this. I thought for sure we were going to be doomed.”

Sara did a fake smile, “Yep.” She whirled on her feet, “I’m going to talk to Timothy. Wasn’t like I was going to be kidnapped or anything.”

Kate turned to Lucifer, holding the cuffs as she watched Sara go to Timothy, “You can come with me.” She saw that Pitch’s people had scattered away and most of them disappeared. Finally, the guards came, and she shook her head in disappointment, “Too late guys.” She couldn’t deny she was excited to go to Michael with a successful mission. Yes, some shit happened, but that was life. She hummed as she pushed Pitch close of the doors into the sunny afternoon.

***

Michael couldn’t believe what he was seeing on the camera. Wait, is that Timothy Watt? He saw magical creatures surrounding his daughter and the warlock. And then Pitch came walking to them like he won a great battle.

The Archangel was hoping every fiber in his angelic, muscular body that things wouldn’t get out of hand, but they did. He sighed and tossed on his long white coat that had golden buttons running down it. The coat had golden trims all around the edges with a sophisticated collar that showed off Michael’s slender neck and sharp collarbones. This was what he usually wore when he went out into a crisis like this and he needed to look like the leader of the angels, which meant, he meant business.

One of the reasons he let the girls take on the job, he wanted to see how they could cooperate on a hard mission like this, and Kate was the only person who saw and sensed his powers. But he wasn’t expecting this.

He watched the camera one more time and couldn’t believe seeing his brother, Lucifer, was there. Another reason why he needed to get himself over to the bank as soon as possible.

He grabbed some magical marbles from a drawer. He pressed a red button that was underneath his desk that only reacted with his fingerprint. A red alarm went off which only angels could hear. He went out of his office into a busy day in the cafeteria. He heard angels' footsteps coming to him, their eyes full of frantic questioning.

He said to them, raising his head, “We need to go to the Magical Bank for All. Some urgent problems need to be dealt with.”

Daniel and John were next to his side.

Michael said, “I will need backup.” He went out of the Heroes’ Ground in a quick movement and dropped the marble on the ground, letting himself and his sidekicks fellow him inside the welcoming portal.

Michael appeared in the front of the bank, but not at the front entrance. He didn’t want to appear right in front of the mess and make things bad to worse. He saw a crowd of magical creatures forming near the entrance, but there were guards stationed at the entrance, not letting anyone else in. They didn’t want more chaos than what was happening inside.

All Michael could feel was a little twig of fear of who could get hurt and the overwhelming sensation of alluring powers coming from the bank. He knew with certainty, that this warlock could be no other than Pitch.

The Archangel kept repeating the thoughts forming in his head: But how? I killed him. He couldn’t make understand any of this. He killed Pitch. And the worst that came to his feelings of how many lives will fall with his grave mistake.

And what a laughing stock he would be.

He didn’t have time to think about this. He would have to deal with that later. His main focus was to save the lives that were in the bank and capture Pitch.

As he started to walk to the entrance, the guards nodded and made way for Michael to come. He was a tall man, but not intimidating tall but enough to see over heads. Just as he was about to reach three feet to the open doors, he paused, looking around.

A Nephilim? He detected a magical creature half-human and an angel lurking by. The only Nephilim I know who is here—. He stared up at a young Asian boy glaring at the door. He flashed open his wings in the wonderful, glorifying white feathers. The wings unfolded with great drama. His eyes sparkled a slight gold. “Move out, angel.” His eyes lowered and then flickered up and down on Michael’s features, “Wait...you’re the Archangel. The Archangel!” His eyes beamed at him and he immediately went down to his knees, “Please forgive my insolence!”

Michael narrowed his eyes, his voice into a low growl “How dare you show your wings to me in a threatening way?”

“I—” The Nephilim stuttered.

Michael shook his head as he continued where he was heading.

He saw the Nephilim flashing in front of him, his wings tucked, “I thought I could do something and didn’t know you were personally coming.” He quickly added.

The Archangel deepened his suspicious eyes, “Okay?”

“My name is Nathan,” the Nephilim began. He bowed again, “How can be a service to you, my Lord?”

Michael gave him an incredulous look, “First, Nathan. That is offensive. Never tell me I am your Lord, and secondly…” He took a striding step toward the immature boy, his eyes giving off a glare, “You are standing between my safety of my daughter, move out of the way.”

Nathan saw Michael slide to the left, but he stepped in the way, “I can help you! Tell me anything you want me to do!”

Michael was losing his patience quickly and he sharpened a breath, “You’re not helping.”

Nathan became flustered, “I can make it up to you!”

The Archangel took a deep breath, trying not to grab the boy’s neck. He would’ve if Nathan wasn’t a Nephilim. Nephilim were a prize magical people, made from humans and angels, and a great weapon to wars and allies—or a great enemy.

Sadly, all the Nephilim were sacred; but there was the fear of the Devil killing them, and Michael was afraid of a war coming to greet the angels and heroes with an army of Nephilim. They were a force not to take lightly.

Michael didn’t want an enemy, but his mind kept whirling about what was happening inside the bank, “Nathan, please move your ass out of my way, or I will throw you in prison for being in a way of a mission.”

Nathan made an audio gulp and went sideways, and muttered, “Sorry, sir.”

Michael nodded gratefully and went inside the bank. During this unpleasant conversation, the bank had been gotten silent and the Archangel hoped that not everyone was dead in there—or it would be his fault, no matter what.

He was expecting to see dead bodies and hostages to the ground, guns or magic threateningly baring down on them, but instead, he saw Thomas Pitch being forced to the entrance and Kate holding him tightly, with a gun to his head.

“Katerina!” Michael said, not hiding his surprise. Then his eyes went directly to Lucifer, “What are you doing here?”

Lucifer didn’t smirk as he waved his hands around the building, “Oh, just helping.” He didn’t hide the gloat in his voice and the passing smile on his face as he saw Michael give out another surprised face.

“Helping?” Michael nearly laughed, but he saw dead bodies everywhere. This wasn’t the time to get irritated at his brother and look disrespectful at the dead...and that would make him not the angelic Archangel he was supposed to be, “I will talk to you later,” was all he could manage as he stared horror-struck at the many dead bodies as he gazed around the room. Then his heart slammed against his chest as he didn’t see his daughter, “Where’s Sara?” he demanded, his eyes peeling out.

Sara waved at him, “Dad! Here’s Timothy! The warlock that you wanted to talk to.”

Michael again didn’t hide the relief crossing over his face. He wanted to smile happily as Sara skipped to him and smacked him into a tight hug, “We did it! We captured Pitch!”

The Archangel couldn’t help but stroke along her back, “Good girl. We will talk later, I need to deal with the situation at hand.” He forced himself to let her go, feeling as if he was tearing a limb off. He glanced at Lucifer’s judging look and said, “I’ll meet you at the Heroes’ Headquarters.” He turned to Kate, “Daniel and John will help you escort him into the headquarters. Lucifer,” he lifted his chin at his brother, “Go with them or help me clean this mess.”

Lucifer shrugged and was thinking about who he was going to. With his nemesis, Katerina, or with his worst enemy, Michael? He sided next to Sara, “I'll go where she will.”

Michael wasn’t expecting this and he felt his fists tighten. He said through gritted teeth, “Sara, go back home.” He so badly wanted to not say what he said next, as he could almost feel a dagger twist inside of him, “And make sure Lucifer doesn’t...ruin anything.” With all his heart, he didn’t want Lucifer next to his daughter, but what could he do? He couldn’t waste any more time as he had to deal with the shocked magical people around him. “I will hopefully be back before dark.”

He wanted to yank Sara into a tight hug and squeeze her hard, hearing her heartbeat and seeing her beautiful, happy eyes, but he couldn’t afford affectionate right now with death stinking the air.

Sara looked up at Lucifer as if he was just another assignment and twirled a dagger in her hand, “Behave Mr. Morning-star, and I’m sure we will get along just fine.” She did a flicker to her father, “I’ll tie him up in my bedroom.”

Eyes glanced in her direction and Sara stumbled out words, her cheeks blossoming into a cherry, “Not like that!”