• Rayos stood looking up at Celia window, his wings, morphed into his body. Why had she not called him yet? Was she ill? Had she lost her voice? Was she still having breakfast? Was she still asleep? He had herd her alarm go have, but she hadn’t turned it of, and after a while of whaling, the alarm had finally cut itself of. But whatever the reason, Rayos was going to find out. He looked around, checked the area was clever and there were no prying eyes, then he unfolded his wings and spread them out, gave them one big flap and whooshed up, gracefully landing on her windowsill. He sat on his haunches and peered in, no sign. He jumped down and walked over to her bed, she had certainly slept in it, which was for shore. The bed covers were all tousled and half on the floor. He didn’t want to assume the worst, but what if someone had come and…
    No! That was just silly…she’s was probably in the loo…having a shower…or…something… absolutely nothing to worry about anyway!
    He walked over to her door and stuck his head out, her voice didn’t drift up to him, and noones did, only her mother, who was humming down in the kitchen, getting breakfast ready. She would be wondering were Celia was soon, when she came up. Rayos closed the door softly and turned. Then suddenly froze in mid-step, his eyes widening a little. Now he knew were she was. On her wardrobe door was a red letter “D” with black outlining, the distinct sine for the “devils”, so nice of them to have dropped a clue for him. He ran and jumped out the window, letting his wings catch the air, and then he sped of, flapping faster and faster, anger fouling his speed.

    Celia fanned herself. “Why is it so hot in her?” she asked the man, her mouth was dry and parched, she needed water. The smiled “were the devils, speaks for itself don’t it.” Then his smile vanishes and he became deadly quite, he lifted his head slightly and listened intently. This went on for a couple of seconds, and then he relaxed and smiled “the master is coming.”
    “The who? And how did you know?”
    “Well, us daemons have very acute hearing, I can hear anything within two kilometres.” And shore enough a couple of minuets later, a tall-ish man with very pail skin that looked like it had been stretched round a skelington frame walked in. he also wore a long leather coat, but it was a bright red and the collar stuck up around his neck. His short dark red curly hair hardly fitted his pale complexion. He was flanked ither side by two other men both wearing black leather coats, it seemed to be there uniform, shortly they would faint from the heat with those coats on, but they hardly seemed to break a sweat, let alone notice the heat. The pale man paused when he saw the girl in the cadge, he smiled unpleasantly and although he was twenties meters or so down the other side of the cavern, he suddenly speared in front of the cadge. Celia jumped and recoiled back aigentst the bars, trying to keep as far away as possible. The man – or the so called “master” – stared into the cadge at her with interest and a sort of delight “very good x.” he muttered, not taking his eyes of the girl, who seemed transfixed. Xelon, who was still sitting on the chair, beamed graciously and glanced at his companions who only scowled back. Yes, he was the best. The master eyes seemed a brighter red to the others and his pupil was a very dark purple. He clasped his hands behind his best and bent over slightly to get a better look, as if Celia was some sort of specimen that none had even seen before.
    “W-whu…” she stuttered, the master raised an eyebrow as if to say, “it speaks!”
    “What do you w-want with me, why a-am I here?” Celia said, utterly failing to hide her fear. The master smiled at her but it wasn’t a warm smile, but more of an icy evil smile…a hungry smile… this made Celia almost flinch.
    “I am afraid my dear, that is pretty much confidential.” Celia stared at him, he had a deep almost gravely voice. She went quite for a second, then- “let me go!” she shouted, the master remained patient and calm, way to calm.
    “I am also afraid that we cannot let you go ether, we need you my dear.”
    “For what?”
    “As I said, confidential.”
    “But-…” she trailed of, because at that moment, there was a loud whooshing as a huge burst of wind flew through the tunnels and following came Rayos, speeding out. His wings were close into his sides for speed, but now he snapped them out and forced them agentst the wind, using them like a parachute and he slowed to a stop. Celia beamed and was about to shout his name, when x suddenly shot her a glance and twirled the staff around his fingers. She went silent.
    “ah.” The master said, walking halfway over to the angel “reyos, how nice of you to join us, I trust you found our little clue then?” he smiled unpleasantly.
    “were is she?” Rayos growled, taking a menicing step forward, the master shrugged and held a hand out to the cadge
    “over there.” Rayos’s exprecion sofend and he was about to swoop over, when the master steped infront of him and barred his way “what are you going to do reyos? How are you going to get her out? are you just going to fly away with her and she’ll never get caught again?” reyos scowled at him and tried to go around him, but the master just stepped in the way again.
    celia gasped as she saw the master slowly put his hand beine his back and signal to one of his men to lower the net, she dident care, she had to warn reyos.
    “reyos!” she shouted, xelon spun to her. “look out for-” he waved the staff and celia fell back grouning in immense pain.
    “celia-“ reyos called, and was about to run to her, when the net fell down ontop of him. Reyos struggles to get up, but evern time he moved, the net sent a bolt of electricity shooting into his system, he gasped and lay still, drawing his wings in close to his body, his light blond hair now tossled.
    The master rubbed his hands together, grinning.