I sat alone while the taskforce cleared the rest of the mission up, the only time I communicated with them was to mentally tell Matt to leave without me. I watched the limo drive away, but when Nick looked out the window I was quick to drop my eyes.

I couldn't deal with this right now, it was just too stressful. If immortals could go grey and wrinkle, I would look ninety by now.

As much as I wanted to, I knew I couldn't stay up here forever. It was getting cold too. Damn it how am I going to get back to the mansion? I didn't really want to go back there, but what choice did I have? I could hardly rent a motel room and stay here... Could I? No. Damn it I'm just being stupid now.

I stood up and jumped down from the roof elegantly. Luckily for me, there was still one special forces police van in front of the warehouse. It was just about to leave. I ran towards it, waving my hands for it to wait. The guy in uniform in the front waved back and waited as I climbed into the back.

I froze.

Azel... and his men... they were all sitting there, in uniform. The bodies of the real officers were piled in the back. Oh Lord... I spun, my heart hammering. I tried to make a run for it, but the wolves were just too fast. I was grabbed around the waist and hauled back into the van. Before I could react, a dull pain erupted from the back of my neck and I fell into unconsciousness.

NICK POV

I was still trying to get over the look on Victoria's face. That look she had on when we were leaving. She looked like she was going to jump off the building there and then. Not that that would have killed her, but the intent was clear. She was desperate to go back. I mean, I want to go back too, it's home, but I don't think Vi knows how badly she wants to go back there.

Hell gossip is terrible, probably worse than humans, so I know the rumors of what happened to her down there. It isn't a nice story. Supposedly she turned down Satan's son, not a good way to go. He had her sent to the Sins, and there isn't much in way of torture that's worse than that. It hurt my chest thinking of her going through that. They tore her apart, literally and figuratively, then she ran away to this hell hole and they set hunters on her.

God Victoria... how much have you gone through? I only know the rumors and basic story, I don't know it all, and I'm not sure I want to know. But despite that they did all that to her, she wants to go back? How could she want that? Maybe the reason she's so desperate to go back is in the parts of the story I didn't hear.

This stupid mission must have really thrown her feelings at her hard, making her remember so much about everything. I was still in shock that Aym was on earth at all. Royals weren't allowed to leave hell, and Aym was as royal as it got. My prince, Prince Aym, 3rd in line to the Fallen Angel Throne. How did he even get here?

A twinge hit my senses. We were only about a few minutes from the warehouse and it was from back there that the twinge was coming from. Then I knew.

"Victoria's in trouble," I said sharply. Everyone turned around, surprised. I didn't know how I knew, but I knew. "Turn around. Now."

VICTORIA POV

My head hurt. I didn't remember much after I jumped flew up to the roof... no wait. Oh damn it I was kidnapped. We should have known better than to leave Azel and his gang with humans. Stupid, stupid. I didn't open my eyes at first, I just listened. People talking in the next room, Azel's people, and a scratching sound to my left along with breathing. There was someone writing and breathing next to me, the only other person in the room besides me. This should be too hard.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was in a huge room, another warehouse. Great. I wasn't tied down or anything, so I sat up. I'd been lying on the ground with a pillow under my head. It was Azel that was sitting beside me, in an armchair, watching me and scribbling something onto a notepad.

"I was starting to fear that we'd hit you too hard," he told me, looking rather amused. Bastard. He didn't look angry with me, so what exactly was I doing here? Another hostage for a portal?

"What do you want with me?" I asked tiredly, standing up.

"Oh how to answer that question," he laughed, eyes sparkling dangerously. I took a step back, against my will, and stopped. It was like there was a wall at my back. I turned around, no wall. I held a hand up and it hit that same force-field type wall.

That's when I looked up. A pentagram with demonic binding symbols had been painted into the low ceiling. I raised an eyebrow at Azel.

"A devil's trap?" I tried for uncaring and amused, but it came out a little higher than I wanted. If they wanted I could be just left here until the ceiling fell down and freed me or someone came along to help. I hated being trapped like this.

"Yup," he smirked. "We're taking no chances."

"Great," I sat back down.

"Don't look so glum," the bastard laughed at my expression. "I'm not planning on leaving you in there for all time."

"This warehouse won't last forever," I shot back.

"True," he looked at the ceiling. "But it will last long enough for that body to starve."

"I like this body," I frowned down at it. "It's lasted through a few decades. So seriously, what do you want Azel?"

"I want to know if you are the original daughter of Lilith."

I looked up sharply. Damn this idiot, how did he know that?! Even in the rumors that spread in hell after what happened, no one really knew who I was. They all thought I was just some stupid low level demon who turned down Ryder. Everyone knows he loves fucking low level whores. I was perfectly content to be thought of as a stupid whore, it's better than the truth.

"No," I told him in my calmest, strongest voice, but I knew that my reaction had already given me away.

"You see I've been hearing rumors up from the pit," he continued like I hadn't spoken. "And they tell me that some idiotic low level turned down his highness Ryder and was left to the mercy of the Sins before running away up here."

"And the point of this little story?" I kept my voice calm, but I was starting to panic. How much does he know that's true?

"The point is that I discovered behind the scenes Lilith is desperately trying to bring home a girl who disappeared at the same time."

He laughed, but not in a friendly way. "They couldn't possibly be the same girl could they? After all, Lilith's first born is the second most powerful demon in the world; she would never turn down the Devil Prince himself."

"You still haven't told me why I am being informed of all this," I told him. Not good, not good. He knows too much.

"I'm telling you all this because I want to know why you turned him down," he told me, looking into my eyes intently.

"You seriously can't be implying that I am Lilith's daughter," my tone was dry.

"I'm not implying anything," he laughed again, but his eyes were serious. "I knew from the moment the portal opened. Your eyes turned a color only Lilith and her three daughters eyes can turn. I know exactly who you are, Kasdyen."

I froze.

"Yes, I know your name," he stared into my eyes. "Just as you know mine. Let me give you a hint, I'm 3rd royal."

"Aym?" I asked in disbelief. "What are you doing here? A prince isn't allowed on earth."

"It's a funny story really," he didn't sound happy though. "My eldest brother decided that I was getting too powerful, so here I am."

Sounds about right, hell is a hellhound eat hellhound world. I'm sure my two little sisters rejoiced when I disappeared. I still didn't believe him that Lilith was desperate to get me home. She was also threatened by my power. Sure, she fucked a noble demon to have me, but she didn't love him and she doesn't love me, she can't. She only craves the power I bring to our family.

"So we're back to square one," I sighed. "What do you really want?"

"I want to know why you turned down Ryder."

"Because I didn't want him in my bed," I shrugged.

"You were sentenced to a half millennia in the Sin's hall just because you couldn't bear fucking the Devil prince?"

"Come on," my laugh was a little shakier than I liked. "The Sins aren't all that bad."

"They're called the 7 deadly sins for a reason," he said stonily. "They're deadly. To everyone"

"Okay, I really didn't want to fuck him."

"If you give me the honest reason, I will let you go."

"No you won't," I half snorted.

"Yes I will, I swear to you," he was completely serious.

"Give me your honor."

"Fine," he sighed. "Kasdyen, First daughter of Lilith Lady of the Demons, I Aym 3rd Son of Lucifer and Prince of the Fallen Angel throne give you my honor that I will release you from this devil's trap and let you freely leave this building if you tell me why you refused the Devil Prince Ryder's bed."

"Okay," I sighed too. "I refused his bed because it was Satan who turned my mother into the first devil. It was because of Satan that our miserable race came into existence and I couldn't bear going to bed with the son of that monstrosity."

Aze- Aym stared at me for another minute, like he was trying to see right into my soul, or what my equivalent of a soul is. It creeped me out. Finally, he smiled and raised his wings. Slowly, gracefully, he flew to the roof and chipped a part of the outer circle off the trap.

The power disintegrated and I started walking to the exit. This bastard, Prince or not, made me remember a lot more than I wanted to remember, ever.

Home sickness washed through me horribly. Damn it. I knew what it was like down there, it was literally, hell, but I missed it. I belonged there. I don't care if my mother and sisters were having regular parties at my absence, I still wanted to go back. I didn't care that people would soon realize that it was Lilith's daughter who turned down Ryder, I wanted to go back.

I missed the regular street fights between demons, devils and fallen's. I missed the hideous power struggles between the two kingdoms of Devil and Fallen and my mother's strict rule of the demons. There wasn't a demon kingdom because we are ruled by the Devils, but mother is still the Lady of the demons and they obeyed her above all else. I had my own followers before Ryder took interest in me. That bastard destroyed everything I'd worked so hard to achieve in my life. Just because he wanted a high class noble demon in his bed. I was as high class as he could possibly get his hands on because I was only one step below my mother and she was exclusive to Satan now; it seemed that he got jelous of her going at it with Demons.

I got to the warehouse metal sliding doors and burst through, tearing them clean off their rust coated hinges. I was in a pissy mood. I let my wings out and immediately tucked them again, it was nearly dawn. Great, I guess I have to catch a cab and pay them when I get home. I started walking, keeping my mind carefully blank towards the stupid memoires that threatened to break through.

A black limo pulled into the back road I was walking through, a limo I recognized. I stopped and just stared at it. Why did they come back? Oh, Nick must have sensed that I was in danger, that extra hell ESP sense or something. He was the first to get out of the car. I just couldn't hold myself up anymore.

First that damn human invades the taskforce, then I get nightmares about that damn man, then this mission and my kidnapping, all reminding me of things I've kept painstakingly in the back of my dead for decades. This just hasn't been my week. I fell, but Nick caught me before my knees could his concrete.

I just sat there, in his arms for a long time, tears falling silently down my cheeks, staining his shirt. He said nothing, he just held me. I felt Chris murmuring something comforting behind me as he stroked my hair. I just let myself be comforted as I fought hopelessly against those painful memories.

3rd PERSON POV

As soon as Kasdyen was out of the warehouse the hell mirror opened in front of Aym. He looked into it impatiently, waiting for Ryder to show his face. A long minute later, he finally did.

"Took you bloody long enough," Aym snapped.

"Oh forgive my your majesty," Ryder snapped back. "Was she there?"

"Yes, the coordinates were correct."

"And?"

"She told me why she really refused you," Aym smirked.

"Why did she tell you?" His voice was incredulous, like he hadn't expected Aym to succeed.

"I told her that my brother sent me here in a fit of jealousy and that I've been here for years trying to return home. Those earth creatures you recruited for me were useful. She believe it easily and I caught her in a devil's trap and had her tell me the truth in return for being set free."

"Well done, my friend," Ryder smirked. "Now, what reason did she give? It better be good considering how fucking long it took to locate her on that damn earth."

"Well," Aym laughed. "She blamed her reason on your father. She said she 'couldn't bear going to bed with the son of that monstrosity' because your father turned her mother into the first of her 'miserable race' in her own words."

"That's it?" Ryder's face darkened in furry. "She refused me because she hates my father for what she is?"

"Pretty much," Aym was nearly in hysterics now. "To think you were refused for such a pathetic reason!"

"She will pay for that," Ryder's face and tone made it look like he wanted to see Kasdyen impaled then and there.

"More time with the Sins?" Aym guessed.

"No," now there was a venomous joy in his tone. "I am going to force her into my bed and bind her to me. Permanently."

"Take away her freedom?" his friend blinked in surprise. "You must be in a charitable mood."

"No," Ryder laughed cruelly. "For that bitch this punishment is worse than an eternal sentence with the Sins. That stupid, stupid bitch. She is going to spend the next eternity paying for my humiliation."

The mirror cut out. Aym sighed and summoned a portal to his bedroom.

"Poor stupid girl."