Chapter:-4

Adom had kept his presence shielded as he watched-looking for an opportunity to strike, but also assessing this man . . . Win who had apparently broken rank with the other Angels to come and rescue this girl. A girl who was not even his own.

The Devil could not tell much about him from this distance, only that his hair was dark, stuck to his face and scalp in places with blood-his own or a demon's, Adom didn't know. Win was tall not more than him and powerfully built-the range and aim of his arrows was something to be admired.

Adom moved closer, stepping over the dead, ignoring the calls of despair that surrounded him. His eyes were on one person . . . One person who was now slowly moving away from the battle, protecting the girl and helping her to limp back away from the fight.

Well that wouldn't do . . .

His fingers came up in a flourish, his thumb holding his middle finger in place before it flicked outward, sending a jolt of energy towards the girl. She let out a high-pitched yelp as it struck her side and she fell again, her fingers trembling as they clutched at the invisible wound.

"Nat!" Win called turning around with wide eyes-eyes that missed the demon coming up behind him. He reached out to help her just as the poisoned blade sliced through the flesh and bone of his back.

The girl lurched forward, heedless of her own significant pain as the other Angel fell to the ground. His hands trembled in the dirt but his legs were unmoving. The demon was upon them, intent on finishing them off, but Adom needed only to finally reveal himself and give a short jut of his chin.

The demon turned without another sound and scampered off to kill someone else. The girl, Nat, was looking up at him, horror etched on her features. She moved to shield Win, but the man grabbed her arm.