"I wish I could dance on a single prayer

I wish I could be strong without somebody there

I wish I could be strong with the scheiße."

- Lady Gaga, Scheiße.

I have been praying and praying around the unit, doing it for hours now. If Slate's getting pissed, he would have come home already to yell and tell me to stop it. But he isn't. In fact, I'm the one that is getting pissed. He hasn't come home yesterday, and it seems like he won't come home today.

I have to go. Don't wait for me. Just do your stuff. Free to roam around the city. I remember him saying those to me. The thing is, I really want to roam around the city, but I don't want to get lost and I prefer Slate to be my tour guide since I think he really knows the city.

Sighing out loud, I decide that I'm going out in the city all alone, by myself. I don't want to spend my time in this unit being alone and bored. One way or another, I'm going to find something that will interest me for today and that will keep me company. It's better to go outside than to do nothing here since I already know that Slate will not come home yet. So I strip off my clothes, the ones that he purchased for me, and step into the shower.

It takes 15 minutes for me to shower and by the time I'm already dressed – I'm wearing a grey button-up shirt, ripped jeans that I thought wouldn't look good on me but it does, and black rubber shoes. My hair is sticking up in every direction and I decide to only comb it with my fingers. Once done, I pray a little, sending a message above to guide me while I'm roaming around the city. Since I'm already a mortal, I'm vulnerable to demonic influence. I step out of my room and grab the keys of the unit, hanging by the back of the door. I make sure to lock the door before stepping out and heading straight to the elevator. I press UG and the elevator dings, opening the metal door widely for me. Once we reach the Upper Ground, I head out to the lobby and three girls look at me oddly; they are sitting on the couch by the lounge, and I ignore them and head outside of the building.

The moment I step outside, the wind brushes past me, cooling my skin, making it tingle and I hug myself before walking across the street along with the mortals. I hear someone, since the window of his car is rolled down, muttering about being stuck in the traffic as he continues to push aggressively the center of the steering wheel. I ignore the man, who looks in his early 30s, and continue to walk along with the mortals. I'm not really sure where to go. As far as possible, I want to be on track – I don't want to turn left or right because if I do that a lot, then I'm pretty I'll be lost in no time.

When I turn around, the three girls that I saw sitting by the lounge are now looking at me, their eyes are completely black and I feel a shiver run down my spine. From the corner of my eyes, I see claws appearing out of their fingers and that's when I turn to run.

Dodging and pushing the mortals out of my way, I receive curses and incoherent words as I continue to run and push them, the three unknown creatures – they don't look like a demon but rather their minions. As I run and look over my shoulder to find them hot on my trails, I realize that while they look demonic in my perspective, in the eyes of a real mortal they just look like three normal little girls running after me. I refuse to scream for help because I know no mortals will help me – they will just look at me as if I've lost my mind and once the three girls reach me, they would drag me to an isolated alley and they will kill me there. And I don't want to die. So I run faster, shocking myself.

So I keep running, praying and praying, but this time I'm not praying for my parents to help me, I'm praying for Slate to come and save just like he always does. But to no avail, after praying for several minutes, Slate hasn't come. Don't wait for me. Of course he's not going to come. In fact I think he's the one who sent these minions after me.

Turning left, then turning right, I don't really care if I get lost or something, all I want to do is confused them enough and distract them until I'm no longer in their peripheral vision. And I try my best to do that, but the moment I turn left, a few seconds after, they're already running behind me. I take another left turn, pushing a man, which causes his coffee to spill on his expensive suit and he yells at me, telling me what an asshole I am. The mortals are now parting and I silently thank them for making a way for me, but curse because I realize that they also make way for the three little creatures who want my ichor in their hands.

A hand shots forward and makes contact with the hem of my shirt. When I look over my shoulder, the girl with the bob style blonde hair smirks at me and my eyes widen, fear creeping up on my spine, filling up my heart and I push the girl away, as hard as I can and start running again.

I fear for my life, for my parents. I'm scared that I won't be seeing them again. But once I turn around and reach an alley – a dead end alley, I know that I'm dead. I quickly turn around only to face the three creatures walking slowly towards me, their eyes as black as a void and the fear in my heart intensifies.

Taking a step backwards, I gulp, tears welling up in my eyes. If you were to look at them right now, they really look like mortals – normal mortals, but since I'm no ordinary mortal, I see their black eyes, their deadly claws and sharp teeth. They are just wearing a school uniform; I don't know if these girls are real mortals who have just been possessed by demons or if they are really demons, or vengeful spirits, that took a form of a mortal. Anyways, even if I figure that out, I'm dead in the end.

"W-w-what do you want?" I manage, fear evident in my voice and I hate it. I hate it so much, If my powers weren't taken from me by my father, I could fight them easily, without wasting a sweat. But I don't. And I'm dead.

"Your angel blood in our hands, Angel," the girl with the curly dark brown hair hisses, spatting the name in the end as if it's poisonous. I don't know why I still asked even I already know in the first place, but I couldn't help it. I was hoping they would have other reasons, the one that didn't involve killing me. I was hoping for that but it turns out I'm wrong. "Prepare to die, angel. Do you have anything to say before we kill you?" I shake my head and realize how dumb I am. They all smirk evilly at me and throw themselves on me.

My arm shoots forward, shielding myself, as if that would protect me. I shut my eyes real tight and brace myself for the impact, for the pain, but it never comes. I open my eyes slowly and turn to look at the figure with dark wings from the back. I sigh in relief when I see that it's... Maki. He's in a demon form.

"Nice meeting you again, Adrian." His lips curl in a smile, and he's barely looking at me. His arm is stretched out, holding the blonde-haired girl's throat. The others just stare at Maki. As fast as a lightning, Maki slices the girl's throat and blood sputters out of her throat that makes me want to gag and vomit. Maki drops the girl and the others attack at the same time.

Maki swiftly turns around, dodging their claws and attacks. Maki just looks at them with no interest at all, and the way he turns around and doges their attack, I know that he's bored to death. He's just trying to amuse himself. When he's had enough, Maki swirls and pulls his arm back. He punches the dark-haired girl that sends her spiraling in the air and kicks the other one in the stomach. Maki's gone suddenly.

I turn to look up and see that Maki has the two girls in the air, holding them in their throats and when I see Maki smirk evilly, I know I shouldn't watch, and he rips their throats out. Blood pours down, out of their ripped throats, and Maki comes back down, still in demon form.

Not holding myself back, I run after him and hug him as tight as I can, burying my face in his naked chest and cry my eyes out. I'm such a crybaby. Maki tenses against my touch but relaxes as I keep on crying. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I was so scared I thought I was going to die but you saved me."

He pulls me away, then frowns at me. "Where's Forneus?"

"Forneus," he says, and then I remember him calling Slate Forneus.

"Oh, Slate left me." I simply say, brushing the tears with the back of my hand.

Maki stares at me for several seconds before he says "Forneus left you all alone? What a complete dick he is. Come on, let's bring you back to where you're staying." I shake my head.

"I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be there. Your place instead?" I don't know why I suddenly have the courage to ask him that and the moment I realize what I've said, I tense – Maki is still a demon who I shouldn't trust because, well, he's a demon. But he just saved my life. He looks at me again and sighs, as if this is exhausting him.

I feel sorry for him suddenly. He just saved my life and now I'm bugging him. "Alright," he agrees. He offers his hand to me and I suddenly know what to do. I grab his hand and climb on his chest, curling my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. "Comfy?" I nod, hiding my flushed cheeks. He chuckles, making his chest vibrate.

The demon Maki flies high in the air, and his arms curl around me, keeping me in place. I resist the urge to tell him how careful he is to hold me. My ear is just centimeters away from his chest and I lean down, practically hearing the beat of his heart. I'm surprised that they have a heart.

"Surprised we have a heart?" he asks me and I nod. "Well, we do. It's just tainted."

"I know," I say, the sound of the wind as we fly into the sky blocking my answer. "I can sleep, right?" He tips his head down to look at me, nods and smiles.

"Of course you can, Adrian. You're perfectly safe." And I trust him, surprisingly.

And I can't sleep. I'm tired but I can't sleep. The moment we reach his house, I'm still wide awake. He puts me on the couch gently and I see that his house has been cleaned and fixed already. The first and last time I've been here, this house turned into a battlefield between two demons, and the fight was because of me. Maki changes to his mortal form and goes into the kitchen.

When he comes back into the living room, he has a glass of water in his hand. "This water contains something in it that will make you sleep. I know how tired you are and I also know that you want to sleep. It's okay if you don't want to drink this. Whatever your decision is, I'm fine with it." I choose to drink the glass of water and I feel my insides relax.

"Thank you, Maki."

"You're welcome, Adrian."

I shut my eyes and exhaustion creeps up into me, and the moment I'm paralyzed, I know that I'm already in my dream but before that happens, I hear the door slam open and his words ring in my ears, threatening Maki to give me back. I mutter under my breath "Slate..." before I fall into a deep slumber.

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