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The Prince

~ The Prince's POV ~

I watched as she walked up to the counter. She was beautiful. The armor she wore was made of the purest white metal, a golden cape draped over her shoulder. Her hair a bright auburn, who's red was accented by her emerald green eyes. I was so stunned by her beauty that I almost forgot what I had come here for.

The cashier looked directly at her before handing his job off to someone else and walking out to meet her. They turned to leave and I moved so I was out of view. I heard the store door close and immediately went to follow them.

Walking out the front of the cafe, I spread my wings for the first time in hours. After they were stretched a bit, I flew up to the rooftop, hearing two voices in the alleyway beside the building.

"So, Grendal, do you have any new information for me?" The angel from the cafe asked.

"Well, I found the prince of hell." The demon replied.

"Where is he then?"

"We agreed on a price, did we not?"

I couldn't help but smile at this. Of course the demon would have asked for something.

She handed him a bag that was more than likely filled with gold before he leaned forward as if to tell her something.

Having been fed up with this pathetic exchange, I dropped down from my perch on the roof. Drawing my sword in mid air, with one swift movement I killed the lower demon.

His head lay a few feet away from his body as I wiped the blood off of my blade.

"So," I said, "I heard you were looking for me?"