Demon's Angel ~ A Contestshipping Story

Chapter 17

A year. A whole year. May almost couldn't believe it. She'd been stuck in Hell for a year…and, she had to admit, it wasn't so bad once she got use to it.

"Doo-da-doo," Timble hummed, walking past her.

"What's going on?" May paused and looked at the zombie.

"What ever do you mean," Timble grinned.

"You're humming like you are hiding something," May pointed out.

"I do? I hadn't noticed." Timble chuckled.

May raised an eyebrow, "What is it?"

"It's just something. Don't tell the Master. It's a surprise," Timble grinned. May rolled her eyes and shrugged. "He's really going to be shocked about it too. Heh-heh."

—Meanwhile, Back In Heaven With Dawn—

Dawn pushed herself back in the swing. It had been a whole year since her best friend, May, had been sucked into Hell trying to get a ball back for a bunch of little kids. She said. They had stop the search months ago. More or less because the search party couldn't go very far into Hell.

Dawn sighed, recalling how May's father, the Warrior Angel Norman, broke down crying after finding out.

Not that she could blame him. She heard others say that May was as good as gone. Norman had to many enemies in Hell. She recalled someone saying a Demon from the Hayden line, or a Demon that was close with the Hayden line, would probably do anything to get their dirty, fifthly hands on her.

When Dawn had asked her mother what the Hayden Line was, her mother, after gasping and demanding where Dawn had heard that, told her something surprising.

The Hayden Line was one of the more powerful Demon Lines in Hell. Many years ago, Norman lead a raid in Hell—kill most all of those evil, wicked Demons. There were few who escaped death.

Dawn was glad for the Warriors Angels. The less Demons the better. She was glad for them because of that and…

"Dawn," A purple haired Angel walked up.

This was Paul Shinji. An Angel from the Shinji line of Healers. He was one of the few in his line who dislike healing. Dawn jumped up and walked over to him. "Hi, Paul." She tried to sound chirper.

"Thinking about May?" He asked. She flushed slightly and nodded. Though very cold about others, Paul was usually really kind and soft around her. He smiled at her and put an arm over her shoulder.

"I wish I knew how she was or where," Dawn felt tears well up in her eyes.

Paul hugged her and wiped the tears away with the back of his thumb. "It's okay. I'm sure she's fine. I mean, she's the daughter of a Warrior. And Warriors are tough."

Dawn hugged him back. "Just like you." Paul rolled his eyes and nodded. Dawn giggled.

—Meanwhile With The Maple Family—

Max flipped a page in the book in his hands. It was May's favorite, Max recalled, biting his lip to keep the tears at bay. It wasn't fair. Though he's never wish this to befall anyone else, he did wish someone else helped those kids. Someone who would have thought to get a stick or something to help. Not someone like May who strolls straight into Hell.

May's mother found Max crying his eyes out. She sighed and walked over, putting an arm around him. "Don't worry, honey. I'm sure May is fine. She's a fighter, ands she's clever. Stop crying."

From outside the door, Norman sighed. Both he and his wife never that if anyone ever found out about May's blood line, she would be as good as gone.

"No!" He hissed to himself. "May is a fighter! And she is clever. I know she is doing fine."