Half-Bloods R • 2 : Growing Shadows

Epilogue

"Hurry up and get Project Succubus in there now!" Agent Eighty ordered.

The entire lab was in chaos, the prison area and all connecting hallways had been sealed, fire was spreading and they could only see and hear what was happening through a single camera. Dozens of prisoners and experiments had been killed, and dozens more soldiers and scientists had been slaughtered with them. In the distance, his remaining victims were screaming in quickly ended agony as they were torn apart and burned to ashes within seconds. Then above it all, louder than any, were the raging screams of Jake Hill, the Angel of Death, as he mercilessly butchered everyone in sight.

Even he had to admit, the newest attempts to suppress Jake's anger didn't seem as if they would work any better than the previous attempts. If it were up to him, he would just kill the Angel and make a new one, but Jake had his uses according to the Minister's lead strategists, and thanks to the whining of the scientists that it would take too long, he was stuck supervising the uncontrollable Agent.

"Eighty," a voice said, making him turn away from the camera.

He rolled his eyes, "Sixty-two."

"We've sent the Succubus Project on her way to get Jake under control, pretty weird if ya ask me, so many candidates and they chose this one. Those damn brats of the Minister's better know what they're doing," Sixty ran his gloved hands through his ash brown hair.

"Agreed. Speaking of, you've got quite the history with the Hill siblings, know of any weaknesses?" He asked, turning back to the screen.

"Not really, me and Evan have been avoiding each other since the Burning, and Michael's precious little girl spends her time in New York until she's called down. All I know is that she's got a strong fascination with that four-way hybrid, and there ain't much we can exploit there."

He watched the screen intently, the Succubus Project had arrived, a grey cloak over her head. He expected to see the girl get torn to shreds in mere seconds, but Jake only turned back to look at her, black runes beneath his terrifying blue eyes. He had never seen anger like this in anyone, not even in the witches that wanted revenge for their loved ones, this anger could only be quelled with the death of anything and everything.

The Succubus dropped her hood and Eighty felt his heart drop into his stomach, his daughter was standing across from a monster drenched in blood and flame. Memories of her mother poured into his mind, and soon, his feelings of shock and regret burned away, leaving him angrier than ever, maybe even angrier than Jake.

His daughter's long black hair draped over her white dress, and her bangs had been swept cleanly aside. Her pale green eyes, the only feature she hadn't inherited from her mother, stared at Jake softly, did she pity the monster? It didn't matter, right now, what mattered was figuring out what was going on and saving his daughter from death.

He spun around, grabbed Sixty-two, and slammed the agent onto the control panel. "You knew! Why the hell would you allow my daughter near that monster? If she gets hurt, I'll have your head!"

Sixty-two paid no attention to him, his grey eyes were trained on the screen, a stupid grin on his face. "I thought you knew that she volunteered and has been training as a Succubus. Then again, you've given up on Jake and allowed yourself to think that stopping him is pointless unless we don't kill him, should've paid more attention, my friend"

Eighty walked to the door and kicked it open, as he was leaving, Sixty-two joined him in running to the prison where his daughter and Jake were. They overrode every door's security as they ran, and when they reached the door to the prison area, Sixty-two broke the well-enjoyed silence.

"Oh yeah, one more thing," the door slid open and they ran in. "Those cameras were intentionally set a few minutes back."

Eight was met with a terrifying sight, his daughter sitting comfortably in her blue dress on the floor, and Jake resting his head comfortably in her lap. A trickle of blood and drool spilled onto his daughter's silky chocolate skin as she gently ran her hands through his hair with a smile, a smile! How dare that bastard touch her! Then, he realized his daughter was looking at him with an excited light in her eyes. How could she look so happy with a monster that dangerous in her lap?

"Daddy, look!" She whispered. "Imma Succubus!"

He didn't know how to respond, he was livid, angry with everything, but he couldn't be angry with his daughter, could he? No, never with Ayana. My precious flower.

Ayana suddenly realized that Jake was drooling blood, and wiped it off her leg and cleaned up his face a little with a giggle, she smiled. "He's been screaming quite a bit, must've been a bad nightmare."

He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. "They grow up so fast, right?"

His rage boiled over as quickly punched Sixty-two in the throat and dragged him out of the prison by his collar. He threw the agent down onto the floor and was getting ready to yell at him until he looked back. All his rage merged away into despair, his precious daughter was going to end up like her mother. He screamed and screamed inside to go stop her, but knew he wouldn't make it in time.

Ayana gently kissed Jake's forehead and the contract was set. Project Succubus could never spend more than a day without that monster.