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AJ sat up in bed in a cold sweat panic. Tears were drying on her cheeks and pillow as she frantically checked herself over. She was alive? AJ quickly jumped out of bed, frantically calling for Lucifer. She ran out of the bedroom as she yelled only to bump into someone. She looked up and was incredibly confused to see Hoseok standing there. He looked at her just as confused, asking if she was okay and who she was calling. AJ responded that she was looking for Lucifer, that her children were dead and she couldn't save them. Hoseok gave her a concerned smile, taking her hands and calmly explaining that he didn't know a man named Lucifer and that she had been asleep for a few hours. Suggesting that maybe she had a nightmare. Not wanting to believe it, AJ pulled away from him and ran through the apartment. Only then realizing she was back in the boy's old dorm and not in fact in her house. She fell to her knees as her brain tried to fathom that nothing had ever happened. That everything was a dream the entire time.

Being the first man created, Quincy had a plethora of memories. While he couldn’t remember everything, he does occasionally think back to his first years on earth. The land was lush with newly formed plants and flowers of every color. Vacant of other humans, giant concrete buildings, noisy cars, and litter. The world was new and the only occupants were him and his then-wife, Lilith. The main memory he has is the day that he and Lilith split. A rift had been made in their relationship; Eve had made Lilith defective. She wasn’t able to produce children. While this could've easily been chalked up to Eve being a novice in creating functioning humans, Lilith and Quincy being her first-ever ones, it was easier for him to blame Lilith than his Creator. The arguments had escalated to Eve coming down and choosing the best way to solve the issue; take her place as the first man’s wife. Quincy did and still does feel bad about casting the one created for him aside. Yet, the years of convincing himself that he was in the right and that Lilith being cursed to live forever as a demon while he was blessed to be an angel was the best possible outcome, drove him to live to torment her with the past.

Annie Rose was the meek twin, the one that always needed saving. The reason that her sister did what she did every night, making sure that Annie had food and shelter. It constantly ate at her that she could never do anything to return the favor. Every attempt to show that she could hold her own or be the one in front for once, Ingrid shot down and threw herself ahead. The chance for Annie to show her sister that she wasn't the frail little girl that cried in the dark finally arrived. Ingrid found herself being threatened by what was supposed to be a client of the night. He had convinced Ingrid that he was any threat, but that turned out to be a lie as he now had her on the floor with a gun pointed down at her. He ranted about how he hated such people in that line of work and was going to cleanse the streets of her. Annie, haven waked from the sounds of her sister's struggles, ran to her side. She froze seeing the weapon pointed at her twin. Ingrid yelled at her to run away but Annie didn't listen to her sister's pleads. As the gunman pulled the trigger, Annie threw herself in front of her sister; the bullet hitting her straight in the chest. The man quickly ran out of the house, his Godly plan failed. Annie smiled up at Ingrid, tears steaming down both their faces. Even with the immense pain radiating through her body, Annie was happy to have finally returned the favor after all these years.

The two wolves fought each other, both with the intention to kill the other. The beast dug its sharp claws into Erik, doing its best to rip him to shreds. Erik let out a wail as the beast bit down on his neck. The sound of his throat shattering ringing in his ears. Erik slumped to the ground, blood covering the ground around him. The beast seemed satisfied with its work and once he was sure Erik wasn't getting back up, it sauntered away. Erik breathed heavily, his body unable to move. He feared he would die there, that protecting his new family had finally cost him his life.

Every demon was born in an innate power unique to them. While immaculate knowledge could be his power, it wasn't one that demons often, or ever, got. Most times it was powers that helped with killing or an ability to change the world around them. His uncle had an affinity for colors, his older sister that of time, his youngest sister one that could corrupt humans around her. But Alastar was left with none. Even his nitwit brother had an affinity with foods. Alastar felt like he had failed his demonhood,

It was strange to Val, being back. One moment she held her breath as Amasa swung the sword at her neck and the next she was here, years later, talking with him like nothing had happened. The world had changed so much since she was last alive. Humans' and demons' ability to coexist has been the highlight of her reanimation. Yet, she finds herself upset for the same reason. Her childhood friend had found himself a human. The friend she tutored and held on his bad days. The one that gave her a humanized name. He had forgotten about her and laid with a human in the striking image of herself. Val wonders to herself if she was ever actually good enough for him if a human could bring him more happiness than she did. She spends her days watching them from afar, waiting for her chance to rekindle what used to be there. Or if there even was anything there in the first place. Val never thought a simple human could make her feel inferior.

She had gone too far this time. What was supposed to be a routine outing for her quickly turned deadly. Gwen had done her usual; getting a helpless human to take her on a date and letting her bloodlust end her dates life before returning home. But this time, she found herself on the other end. Her date for the night had not been human, but a rouge angle looking to do that same as her. Gwen laid in a puddle of red, her hand becoming stained in her own blood as she tried to cover the deep wound. The Angel had given her nothing more than a smirk as he walked away. Leaving Gwen to weakly call for her father that never came. Tears filled her eyes as she slowly blacked out

Mastema sat in silence surrounded by the vast empty field she had found to be her meditation spot. No being for miles, no sounds to cloud her mind; just her and her thoughts. Mastema hated being on the human plane. She longed to return to her spot up in heaven with her brothers and sisters. She knew in the farthest crevasse of her mind that they had to have long forgotten about her or perhaps remembered her with spite for her actions. Even with her mind shattered from years of constantly losing pieces, Mastema still knew that what she did was wrong by every means. Tricked or not, taking the life of an innocent human should've resulted in her death. But instead, she was left to roam the living plane with her tattered wings dyed in their blood, unable to return back to where she was born. Mastema had spent centuries believing that perhaps cleansing the world of sinners would earn her place back in the land above. Today she realized that she might have been wrong. That creating a darker hue on her wings and staining her hands was never going to work. Mastema put her hands together and with a breath, asked her Mother to forgive her. To allow her back in her proper place. Or, to allow her life to end finally.