Drake, in a shaking and unsettled manner.

“Violet, you need to get the fuck out of here right now. Run as far away as possible”

Violet, confused

“But what about......?”

Drake snapped

“Don’t argue. For once just do as I say. Get out of here right fucking now!”

Violet saw the look on his face. For the first time since they’ve been living together, she could see how absolutely terrified he was in this moment. Normally in her nature she would argue but the look in his eye made her compelled to follow which was not something she was used to as well. So without a single word. She went past him and ran to the horizon. Ahead of her was a pile of rubble that made up into a wall that blocked the road. Made from scraps and concrete. However she is able to find a gap big enough for her to fit through. She looks back to see Drake facing off against the angel. She doesn’t know what to make of it but she is not about to turn back now.

After climbing through, she made to the other side and brushed off the dust that was on her dress. She looks back to where she came from, wondering is going to happen to Drake. For that was the first time she has ever seen him so spooked it was almost like he was a watching a veteran with PTSD. It was a new look he had that she was not used to.

But her heart feels heavy when she hears the sound of thundering foot steps. She peered into the alley way. The dark shadows between two buildings. She saw something inside it though. Something much darker than the shadows as the foot steps became louder. A large figure taller than a doorway. When he steps out into the light, it is revealed to be something made of stone. With it’s head resembling a warthog.

Violet, a bit uneasy

“Hogsten?”.

His eyes glowed green and he lunges at her with hands ready to be used has hammers. She leaps out of the way. And watches as the stone hog smashes the ground beneath him. The force nearly blew her skirt up and she felt pissed.

With her magic, she conjured a pink slingshot that fired a bomb. The bomb explodes but he was unscathed. He rushes through the smoke, charging towards her like prey. Without time to think, Violet rushed in. But instead of facing him, she slides just to dodge his punch and with a flick of her hands, she creates a purple hammer and uses her whole body weight to slam it across the stone pig’s head like an anvil.

Hogsten staggered but kept his footing as he slammed another fist down. It was blocked by a pink shield she made in a nick of time. The force of the punch pushed her and sent her across with her back hitting the wall before she fell to the ground. She tries to get up but Hogsten had his stone hand on her neck and lifted her above above his head. She struggled and then heard a familiar voice. A darkly cold female voice with a hint of an Irish accent. And all it said was,

“It’s time to pay your debt, Violet.”

Violet was frozen with fear. And images came flooding back into her mind. Her time on the streets, her needing to feed on any scraps no matter how vile they were as she munched on them while resisting the urge to vomit, the nights in rain with only newspapers to use as blankets, watching other people having homes and food as she watches from a window and last but not least, the day she met............

Her. The pale woman who she thought would help her. But didn’t.

An in that moment she screamed and released all the magic in her to push away Hogsten’s stone body. Her body was encased in pink and purple light as her eyes flamed in fury.the light nearly enveloped the whole block but then she took back control of herself and the beam of energy stopped. She then focused and used her hands for the incantations that she needed for the spell. And after her dance was done, her hands were enveloped in bright purple energy in forms of giant gauntlets that sparked brighter than any fire. They were now fists empowered by her magic and was ready to use them to kick ass.

She said with bravery and confidence

“I owe you nothing. My soul does not belong to you.”

Hogsten threw the first punch only to end up with his chin meeting an uppercut she delivered. He swung and missed again and had his head smacked in the side by her magic coated fist. The third time, their fists collided and instead of Violet being pushed it was Hogsten that was knocked back by the force of her magical punch.

He rolls back then stands on his feet. He attempts to charge but finds his foot caught by a purple chain to the ground an was unable to move. All he could do was watch as Violet then floated before and conjured a series of energy balls around her. She kept making them until they eventually took over the whole street. With a flick of her hand they rose above them till they would be seen as balloons in the sky.

Then she flicked her her down. And so did they

Hogsten was hit every single one of them as they crashed down like missiles. Each encasing him in a pinkish explosion. It was like an airstrike that created a wall of fire that reached even the tallest of building heights. The last one hit, then she fell to the ground. She watched the fires and chaos fade and disappear while she panted, breathing heavily with her knees on the ground and face covered in sweat.

When the fires finally settled, to her surprise, Hogsten was nowhere to be found. The chain she conjured was broken and this made her feel very uneasy. She stared at the tiny bit of stone dust left behind as her knees fell to the floor. Hands down and she felt more drained than ever. She could not wrap her head around this. What happened the Hogsten? why was he stronger than before? And what the bloody hell did he have to do with.........her? she could feel a dark cold shiver behind her as memories flooded her mind. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the anxiety she had not felt in a long time. She was on the verge of having a panic attack until she heard a familiar voice. The same voce she’s been dealing with for a while now.

The voice,

“Violet! You there?”

She looked up and saw Drake. He was bruised, holes in his shirt, holding his arm, limping, and had a face looked like he was butting heads with an anvil. He continue to drag himself until he and violet were on arms length in a distance.

Drake.

“I noticed you’re light show after dealing with.......that.”.

Violet pried.

“What happened to you?”.

Drake, after looking at the destruction around her.

“Same thing that happened to you it looks like.”

Violet rose up and noticed drake struggling to stand. He leaned on her for a bit. She was able to steady him so he didn’t fall.

Drake grinned.

“Well this is new. I was sure you were gonna let me fall.”

Violet smirked.

“Keep it up and i might.”.

Then they heard loud footsteps from the shadows. Four by four as each claw and paw touched the pavement. Both Drake and Violet froze in fear as the Hellhounds head peered out of the dark and slowly walked towards them under the street lights. It growled as it did before as it creeped towards them with the same red eyes. Drake and Violet thought about running but neither one of them was in a good condition to do so. They could only wait until the creature was literally a foot away from them as it stared at them with dark prejudice. Drake clenched his fist expecting the worse when something happened instead.

It licked him.

His face covered in drool as the Benny the hellhound bark happily and wagged his tail to see him.

Violet, giggled at the sight

“Well that was unexpected.”

Drake, wiping his face.

“Well he owed me one i guess.”

The hell hound then was coughing up something. It tossed its head and chocked, with his face back and forth until finally it spat out something into the ground. The two looked at it and found that it shined brighter than any of the lights in this area. It resembled a green porcelain eggs covered in diamonds and rubies like the most expensive easter egg in the world. Drake was so amazed by its rarity he didn't even care about the saliva as he picked it up to observe it closely.

Violet, her eyes sparkled at the sight of it.

“That thing must be worth a fortune. Definitely more than enough to pay for rent.”

Drake grinned

“I guess he must have mistaken it for a real egg and helped himself to a snack.”

He looks up at the hell hound Benny still barking happily while wagging his tail as Drake patted his head.

“Good boy.”.