One Hell of an Operations Manager

Chapter 1

Clara looked down at her newborn child.

He was an abomination, she knew it, Heaven wept for it and Hell rejoiced.

However the scales were not tipped to either side and The Balance of Power knew it.

The Balance came to her as she held him.

"Sire." She nodded in deference to the power in the room.

"Clara you are one of my most faithful, why did you do this?" The balance asked the sadness in his voice evident.

"I did not know, Amy was convinced he was her father. I swear I did not know he was a demon." Clara looked at the vibrant blue eyes her child carried and hoped that there might be a way he could be saved.

The child is Nephilim Clara, He has to choose his own path. He is not full light like you or your daughter; there is darkness in him. Like all of his kind, he must be set free to find his way in the world. You may raise him as a mortal woman until he is five years gone. Then his path will be his own and you will return to your place in the heavens. Light or dark he must be free to choose."

Clara wept as she nodded.

She knew the law, all Nephilim had to find their own path.

The dark were killed and the light spared by their kind where it was possible, the same in reverse was true when Demons hunted the light.

But the chances for her son were slim.

His father was no ordinary Demon.

The child's father was Nikita. Son of the most dark.

The fiery cobalt light that shone in her son's eyes belied the warring nature in the tiny soul.

She only hoped that he could find a way back to her and to the light.

Twelve years later.....

Callen ran.

He didn't know why this always happened to him; he tried to be good. The foster home was burning behind him as he left.

The fire hadn't been his fault, but the man had pushed him, hurt him, till a power he couldn't explain shot through him and the lights in the house exploded and the stove caught on fire, burning the man alive.

And he swore as he left he heard a low laugh follow him.

He didn't stop running until he fell out of breath and exhausted in a gutter in an alleyway.

Unseen by him a woman watched, her eyes glistening with tears, as she sent up a prayer asking The Balance for permission to save him.

"We cannot intervene, mother." Amy said as she materialized beside her mother, "The choice has to be his alone."

"He is hurting so much. I just wish I could help." She sighed as she made a bag full of food and a blanket appear nearby where he tripped over it, still trying to move away from the home he had just left.

He looked around, and seeing no one who could possibly own the bag his eyes widened with surprise as the name on the bag was his, . He opened it and smiled as he saw some food and a warm blanket. Using it to make himself a makeshift shelter, he praised himself on his work, as the cold wind seemed to stop at the entrance he had made.

He pulled the food out and quickly ate, wrapping himself in the blanket and falling asleep.

"Mother!" Amy exclaimed at her mother's audacity.

Clara smiled, "He is resourceful, is he not?" She knew that she had not really toed the line. She bent it so far out of shape that would never be straight, but she hadn't actually crossed it, so she was happy that she would get away with it...at least the Balance hadn't shown up to reprimand her.