One Hell of an Operations Manager

Chapter 2

The years passed quickly for Callen, and frustratingly slowly for Clara.

The moment Callen had entered the Imp's house, the wards on the outside kept her from entering. She would find herself standing at the gate hoping for any glimpses of her son she could get.

"I hate this!" she exclaimed when she burned her hand on the gate for what must have been the one thousandth time.

"Clara!" Her friend admonished her.

Clara turned to see the Pixie who had walked up behind her.

"Amy said you'd be here, how is he?" Nell asked, moving to stand beside her.

"It's so frustrating, I can't see anything, The Imp has wards against the light."

Nell leaned forward, "I saw him on the beach attached to the house the other day, I was spending time with my sisters."

"How was he?" She asked, hungry for any news.

Nell shook her head, "I think it is still open either way, I can still see light in him, I know he has your goodness, but there is a lot of his father. So much darkness. Hetty and Duke are training him well."

"Duke?"

"Another Demon, lived down here a while he worked in British special forces; he's a killer, Clara."

Clara wiped a tear from her face.

"You've never acted like this before." Nell stated, as she looked with concern at her friend.

"He's not just another Nephilim; he's my son." Clara looked away, and Nell caught it.

"What is it Clara? We've been friends for a millenia, you can tell me anything."

Clara turned away sadly and looked at the house, where for a moment, in the window, she thought she saw his face looking in her direction.

"Clara?"

Clara turned, "Not here." she said.

Moments later they found themselves on a beach. Nell looked round, it was a nice beach.

"Black sea?" she asked looking towards the ocean.

Clara nodded, "I lived here with my son." She pointed to a spot off to the right of where they were standing, "I was here when the Balance had my mortal body extinguished. My son was five, I was shot in front of him, but I love this beach, it was the last place we were together."

Nell sat on the sand, and pulled her knees up, as Clara sat next to her, stroking a hand over the spot where she had last been with her son.

"I was swayed by his father; I thought he was Amy's father...I didn't see his true face until later..." Clara let a tear fall, "But my son...he was such a ray of goodness, I was certain that there was no way he could have inherited the darkness of his father."

"Who is his father?" Nell asked worried.

"Nikita...son of the most Dark."

"Nikita?!" Nell's hands flew to her face in shock. "Clara!"

Clara turned, pleading eyes on her friend, "There is good in him...he can be saved...please Nell, I haven't broken the rules The Balance set, but I need to be able to help him."

Nell turned looked at the pleading in her oldest friend's eyes.

"I'm not sure what I can do?"

"Nikita has that Imp as a part of my son's life, you haven't been Mortal yet, you can help. Please, find a way, show my son the way of the light."