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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Anna's Secret

I stayed up in the living room, Tom had already left to do more errands before we went after the sorcerer. But it was two late and the deed had been done. The TV didn't show pictures, but I doubted we'd get that lucky twice. Anna rummaged around the kitchen before deciding to have a bowl of cereal.

“So,” she said, leaning on the counter and studying me.

“Yes?” I asked, still not trusting her in the slightest. She found my tone amusing, her grin growing bigger. She shoved a spoonful of cheerios into her mouth and chewed them quickly.

“What made you decide to be a nephilim? I mean I get the allure of becoming a spawn. Demons always seem more exciting right?” Anna babbled. I rubbed my forehead, already getting the feeling she would cause headaches with her talking.

“I did it because I didn't want to spend an insurmountable chuck of time in Purgatory,” I replied, recalling the feelings of confusion when I'd first seen Darius. It didn't take long for Amy to become my reason for staying though. And now I might've completely fucked it up. I buried my head in my hands, aware Anna was still watching me.

“Don't worry, girls over exaggerate. She'll calm down in a few days tops,” Anna said with a shrug and another spoonful of cereal.

“Sorry if i'll ignore the advice of a spawn,” I muttered bitterly, I saw offence take over he features and then anger.

“I didn't ask for this-” she began.

“Technically you did,” I replied and she growled at the back of her throat. She finished her breakfast and stormed off to the bathroom to shower. I found myself relieved not having to put up with her. Her shower didn't last long and she came in, cloths quickly pulled on and hair still dripping wet.

“For someone who's supposed to be a good guy you're a real dick. How about you see past the inchor and recognise that I'm an individual person like you, okay?” she half yelled. I blinked at her in surprise and struggled to find words to say.

“A sorry would be a good start,” she said, leaning against the door frame.

“Sorry,” I sighed, feeling like a jerk. She released a deep breath and sat on the sofa next to me, grabbing the remote. She didn't ask for permission, just switched it to some girly series.

“Amy won't dump you, James. There are things ten times worse you could've done,” Anna said. “You're pretty cute too,” she added as an afterthought. I frowned at her, but she continued to watch the tv.

“Thanks,” I think. The door opened and I stood up instantly. When I didn't hear footsteps and I went into the hallway and saw Amy standing there, holding a sword like it was an alien.

“Are you okay?” I asked, she looked up me, confusion evident in her features.

“Yes,” she mumbled, running into her room. When she came out she had the sword through a belt, I opened my mouth to say sorry but she interrupted me with a strong kiss.

“I get that you wanted to protect me. And Darius was probably the one who told you do it. So I need to give him another punch now when we see him next,” Amy said. I laughed and shook my head.

“What's the story with the sword?” I asked, attracting Anna's attention. She did know what I was based on her expression.

“Choronzon's on your side?” she asked with a small whisper, her face pale. She looked scared and turned away, blinking frequently.

“I erm, need to go. Need to make a call. My mum's probably wandering what's going on or something,” she spluttered. I narrowed my eyes on her and I saw her freeze because of it. She saw the moment I chose to attack and dodge with a yelp.

“Stop!” she yelled when my sword was at her throat. I did, waiting for one damn good explanation. Her breathing was ragged as she tried to collect her thoughts. She licked her lips nervously and held up a hand.

“I'm not a spawn,” she admitted, I rolled my eyes at her. She glared at me.

“You try figuring stuff out with a sword at your neck,” she spat. I lowered it, but still kept it aimed at her.

“Thanks,” she muttered, clearly not appreciative in the slightest. I studied her carefully, waiting impatiently for the truth.

“My dad is the demon after you, okay. He sent me to...well, generally to spy and other things,” she said with a shrug. Her words from earlier made sense now and I could sense she was still partly human.

“Other things?” I pushed and she sighed, running a shaking hand through her hair. She looked up meeting my gaze.

“He wanted me to convert you into spawn. Though I could tell straight away that wasn't going to happen,” she explained, I frowned at her and she laughed.

“Oh wow, Darius really hasn't told you a lot. Ichor can change for nephilims and spawns with enough influence and bad or good choices,” Anna explained. For once she didn't mean it patronizingly, purely shocked by how little we knew of the world. I glanced at Amy, not sure what I was meant to do now.

“Are you still planning on helping your dad?” Amy asked.

“Against Choronzon? I ain't suicidal,” she said alarmed. I dropped my sword and released a deep breath.

The End

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