Hell Born and Bound • Destined For Greatness { Jillian's Story }

Chapter Two

I knew she was going to be late. She never takes these things seriously. Rogue Soul collecting is some serious stuff, but Brooke doesn't seem to realize this. She may be my sister, but some times I really hate her. 

I stand on the edge of the pier, letting the breeze from the black sea flow through my short hair. The Black Sea was one of the only large bodies of liquid around here that are actually water. I remember when we were kids, Hannah, Brooke and I would go swimming here. We were probably the only ones that were daring enough to do so. There are a lot of dangerous creatures living down there. 

I let go of the railing, with I didn't realize I was grasping so tight. I take one last breath of the salty air before turning around. Standing behind me is Brooke, actually wearing an outfit appropriate for the job. I myself prefer my black leather pants and white blouse while dealing with such things, dresses are not really fit for fighting souls. 

"Took you long enough. What? Were you having trouble picking out an outfit?" I ask in a mocking tone and start walking. 

"No. I just had some things to take care of," she states, walking a couple paces behind me. "So what are we dealing with here?" 

I scoff and then address her question. "I don't know much, apparently it has been tearing up the East Slums recently." I say as I take a right and into the actual city. 

"Do you know what class it is?" 

"Nope." I respond, weaving our way through the streets, mainly sticking to back alleys. We both know to wear cloaks with hoods when making our way through the city. The Princesses may not be known too well, but The Three Demons sure are. 

It doesn't take long for us to reach the East Slums. The streets are littered with street urchins and the occasional child running through the street, kicking a can or something. I always wonder what it would have been like if the three of us weren't born as Royalty. I suppose Hannah was only half demon, and spent half her time on earth anyway. Hannah gets in trouble quite a lot, and when she was grounded, father sent her up to live with the Cresties. Cresties is what we call humans, because they live up on the earths crest and all. I wish Hannah was here, life is always just a little bit more exciting with our half sister around.    

"Hey Jill, we're here."

I look up. Obviously we are, because of the soul trail. This one was a bit more obvious than others. A block of houses are burned to the ground by a black fire, that still flickers on the wood structures that remain. 

"Well crap," I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. "Let's go find the bastard." 

We both laugh lightly and part ways, searching for the Rogue Soul. Down here, souls are valuable. Everyone has a soul, even us demons and the Damned. But, down here, it's a lot easier for our souls to get so corrupted that there is no going back. These are the Rogue Souls. The correct term is the Forsaken. But who has time for correct terms? 

I swing a corner around a charred house, avoiding stepping on a flaming piece of wood. I suck in a breath and glance to my left. My breathing hitches as I notice it. There it is. The forsaken. 

It's a man, his back hunches over, his arms hanging lazily in front of him. The black aura that floats around his commoners clothes, sends shivers down my spine. He slowly turned around, his eyes didn't stay focused on me, but stay in my direction. His eyes are blood shot, his pupils completely dilated and takes over his pupils. I've faced many Rogues before, but this one seems different. 

He takes a slow step, then disappears from my vision, moving to fast for the human eye. I stand still, focusing my eyes as he moves at a rather slow pace across my vision. He swings his arm to strike me from behind, but I bring my arm up and block it, forearm against forearm. 

The Rogue's expression was blank almost tired looking as he jumps back, staring at me with less than no interest. This time he's faster, and I have to focus more to keep up. I bring my leg up to kick him square in the jaw, but he ducks and uppercuts me in the ribs. 

I go flying back, my back crashing into a brick wall. I groan, leaping to the ground and wipe my lip. It comes back with my black blood across my skin. I scowl, turning my attention back to the enemy. "Anytime now Brooke..." I mumble. 

I bob out of the way as the man's fist collides with the wall. He swings his arm and goes to hit me in the side of the head and I put my hand up, grabbing his knuckles before they can strike me. I observe the skin of his face, the veins have turned black, running around his eyes, there's no saving him now. 

Why did I do this? To prove some kind of point that I'm just as strong without my powers, because I'm not. I'm just about to give up, let go of his hand. But, the mercy of silver flames saves me. 

He's blasted away by a wave of silver flames and stumbles to the ground. I turn to see Brooke standing with her hand out, a flame still burning in her palm. 

"What is your problem? Why aren't you using your magic." She demands, lowering her arm. 

"Because I don't have-" I'm interrupted by a blinding light. Oh great, one of them is here... 

I sigh, trying to catch my breath. They honestly sent a guardian angel for this? We can handle this ourselves. The light barely phases the two of us as an angel starts to appear. That's right, we've got angels too, they live up in Heaven with Uncle God. Apparently when our Uncle thinks we can't handle something, he sends a guardian angel. I don't understand how this is the time. 

The winged creature looks like all the rest, naturally beautiful and flawless and barely even looks at us as he approaches the Forsaken. 

I watch for a moment, well this was effort wasted. But then I notice a shift in the Rogue's behavior, putting me on edge. Crap, no, not now. 

The man stands up straight and lets out a screech and swings his body towards the angelic being. 

"Move!" I cry, stepping forward, but it's too late. A spike launches itself from the Rogue's hand and flies towards the Angel, embedding itself in his chest. 

Brooke gasps, unable to move as the Angel tumbles to the ground. I break into a sprint towards the Forsaken, dagger already in hand. "Die, you bastard." 

And I bury my blade in his chest. I lie there for a moment, heaving out breaths as I slowly remove the dagger. I stand up, brushing myself off. I nod to Brooke for her to see to the Angel. I lean over, my hands on my thighs. What does this mean? 

There's another blinding flash, and this one lasts longer. I squint, looking up to see three Seraphs, warrior angels, standing before us. 

The three of them stare at the dying angel one the ground for a moment and watch him take his final breath at Brooke's side. 

I glance back up at them. "I'm sorry-" 

"Princess Jillaina Satana of Hellion, you accused of high treason and are to be taken into custody." One of the Seraphs boom. 

I look down to realize I still have a blood soaked dagger in my hand, I immediately drop it. "What? I didn't-" 

But one of them has my arm, his grip tight enough to create a bruise for tomorrow. Another grasps the other arm and I struggle to get away. "I did nothing! You must understand!" I urge, kicking and shoving against them. 

"Brooke!" And I'm enveloped in light.