William

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You know, being a prince... well demon prince, isn't all it's cracked up to be.  All of the power draining publicity meetings, exausting paper work, subjects trying to kill you...

Well, that is unless you are smart enough to avoid it.  I was smart enough until my father found me, and now... not so much.  So here I am, calling my sisters to help me like a little boy, helpless in a situation that I have gotten into on my own.

"Nike, hey!  I um, kinda need your help," I gritted out, trying to just ask for it, to get over the urge to do things on my own.

"Who is this, may I ask?  A pesent," she quipped.  I sighed.

"It's me... Will."

"No, he has been dead for years," she dead panned.

"Okay, then how do I know that your mate lives in the same house that 'William' used to live in when he was younger?  His name is Gabriel, and you sent a witch  to change fate, to which she did and found him a new mate, under the name of Cathy."

"Will?  Where have you been?  Idiots have taken over, Damien is struggling with having lost his hero!  Oren, Patty, Rose, Kinder, Alex, Casey, and I have been at a loss without you, you big idiot!  Get back here this instant," she screamed in anger.  Better that I expected.  I thought I would have been dead.  Good thing I chose the level headed one first right?

"I can't Nike.  I will... I guess?  But," I stuttered.

"But... what?  Will?"

"I need you to come, to give me some advice, to bring our sisters.  Please," I begged, gritting it out as I felt the need to command more than ask.

"We're on our way."

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