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in a department store; the men department wasn’t crowded, which was nice. So you wouldn’t need to wait for a changing room.
Besides, I didn't have the best social skills, so I been told.
“So, lets see you can wear a white suit or a black.” Annabeth said, searching for a perfect suit.
“I would prefer black.” I said, looking at few apps on my phone.
Annabeth looked at me and walked over to me, then took the iphone.
“Now try this one.” Annabeth said, giving me a black suit.
I exhaled and grabbed it, and walked into a changing room.
I closed the door, and took off my clothes, then changed into the suit.
“Why don’t you own a suit?” Annabeth asked, with a chuckle.
I opened the door; there she was admiring me in the suit.
It was a rare site to see me in a suit.
Hadn't really used a suit, so seeing me in a suit. Was similar to seeing seeing a planet cross the sun.
“Come on, do I seem like the kind of guy who wears suits.” I said, looking at myself in one of the mirrors.
“Are you going to wear a tie?” Annabeth said, sitting on the sofa.
I sighed then said, “This thing called a tie, can I use it to choke myself?”
“No one has attempted it.” Annabeth said, grabbing the tie that came with the suit.
She walked in front of me, and tied it, “Why do I have to wear, a stupid suit.” I said, annoyed.
“To make you look serious about this.” Annabeth chuckled.
I sighed, watching her then said, “People take leather jackets seriously.”
“Really, last time I checked. The D.H.S don’t like you. So might make you look proper.” Annabeth said, looking at the mirror admiring her work.
“For when they kill me on site?” I exhaled, fixing my hair.
Instead of wearing my messy almost fohawk style, some hair gel then slicked it side ways flat, creating a more 'professional' look.
Annabeth sighed then said, “I don’t think they would, the letter said they wont do anything. Until its over.”
“What are you doing in town?” I said, looking at Annabeth who had drifted her attention away.
She then looked at me and blinked few times, “Um what?”
I sighed then repeated myself, “Any reason you are in town? I pictured you in a place like Florida.”.
“My brother called me, he said you were up to no good.” Annabeth said, with a laugh looking at me.
“That’s me, always in trouble.” I said, with a fake laugh but a realistic smile.
“Were you a handful, when you were little?” Annabeth asked, looking at me.
“Childhood is something that many forget, including me.” I said, trying to remember my childhood.
It was there, my human past had holes in it, like a picture with bullet holes shot through it.
One huge very important memory I don't remember, was my biological father.
My human father, I wasn't born half human-half demon. So I had to have a human father at some point.
Even though I don't remember anything about him, when I was younger I tried looking for any paintings or something of him.
There was nothing.
“I am sure you were a handful.” Annabeth chuckled.
“Yes I was, now where is this meeting?” I said, looking at her.


A large capital building was downtown in Denver, no one was on the lot, I exhaled and walked up the stairs to the front doors, and opened it. Inside the lobby they had classical music playing, a long red rug leading to more doors. A front desk with a woman wearing a gold dress was doing paperwork.
She looked up at me then said, “Do you have a court?”
“Yes.” I exhaled.
“Right, go on in.” She said, not looking thrilled to see me.
Everyone who was apart of the D.H.S knew me, there was no fooling them.
I sighed, and walked through the lobby and opened the golden double doors.

The court was large; there was a jury stand that held about twenty-one hunters.
No audience, a single desk, which stood five feet away from the judge, stand.
There roof was a dome shape, the room was bright, and smelled of bleach.
I sighed and stood at the desk, I had to wait for the judge to enter to be able to sit.
The judge walked in, he was about eighty-nine, white hair, he looked over a hundred years old, a long white beard, and he had on a white robe.
“Today we have summoned Brent Hellure here. He has murdered a Demon Hunter rank B. Few other Demon Hunters, and being the offspring of Satan. Do you deny any of this?” The judge said, reading a scroll.
I exhaled and said, “No.”
“Now sit.” The judge said, sitting down in his chair.
I sat down in my chair; at least they were letting me speak, instead of killing me on site.
“Mr. Henson.” The judge said, looking at a man.
He was about twenty-five, he looked like he hadn’t sleep in days, his hair was slick back it was black, he had on a white suit on and he had a file in his hand. He made his way over to the Jury stand.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, we are apart of the D.H.S we know the rules.We have been in constant war, with the monsters from Hell.
As you all heard, the story, of the Prince of Hell, and Katherine. Many claim that is a lie.
I believe it’s a bunch of lies.” Mr. Henson.
I wanted to blurt out and snap at him, everyone here wasn’t even around, expect the judge. Since he is a old coot.
“Lets say they were together, why would he kill her if he loved her?
If I loved someone, I would do everything I can in my power. To protect her.” Mr. Henson said, walking back over to where he originally was standing.
The Jury were talking among themselves already, Mr. Henson looked at me said,” Since he is the Prince of Hell, he would have power over all demons expect his father Am I mistaken? He could have protected her am I wrong?”
I couldn’t hold back and said low, “It wasn’t ideal.”
“It isn’t your time to talk Mr. Hellure!” The Judge snapped at me.
It seemed like an elementary teacher who used the ‘ball’ only the person who was holding the ball, could talk.
“As I was saying, he could have protected her. Yet he was weak and pathetic enough to kill her. Thanks to him, we lost a great bloodline of Demon Hunters. We would all love to be working with St. Luke and Katherine’s great grandchildren.” Mr. Henson said, sighing and ending his case.
“You may state your case.” The Judge said, looking at me.
I sighed and said, “I hated myself for killing her.”
“You are lying.” Mr. Henson said, walking over to me.
So he can interrupt me, but I can't with him, I hate this law system already.
I exhaled and looked at him as he slammed his fist down on the desk, I had to try and keep my cool and said calmly as I could, “If I could I would bring her back to life. I would prefer to be dead, then have her be dead.”
“What the hell is this, a pity party!” Mr. Henson said, standing up.
I inhaled heavily then said, “I am the only demon in existence. Whom has their humanity after six hundred and four years. What does that say to you?”
Some people, are secretly asking you to kill them. I'm sure Mr. Henson here is one of those people.
The Jury looked at one another and whispered, I guess this is new to them, that not everyone wants to be a monster.
“Impossible.” The Judge said, glaring at me.
I had a soft chuckle then said in a confident voice, “If I gave into Ayperos, all of you would be dead. Check your pulse if you don’t believe me.”
There was silence in the room, expect for a few whispers going on in the Jury stand.
“Is he telling the truth?” One member whispered to another.
“Demons would normally give in by their first year, of being a demon.” Another whispered.
“So why hasn’t he, and he is the son of the Devil he would have a stronger urge to give in.” Another member whispered.
I turned my attention away from them and redirected it at the Judge who seemed utterly confused on the idea; I still had contact with my humanity.
“Why haven’t you given in, are you not the son of the Devil?” A Jury member asked.
I looked at the member who asked the question, then let out a exhale, “I didn’t want this, I don’t get the pleasure of killing. My very being sickens me.”
“How come killing doesn’t please you?” Mr. Henson asked.
I shrugged then said, “Explain to me, why some people don’t find painting pleasing or even sex pleasing?”
It fell quiet.
“The Jury will now decide if he is innocent or guilty.” The Judge announced to the room.
Why would they call me innocent, I am far from it. Sure I didn’t want to kill her, but I don’t really have clean hands.
If they do decide I am guilty, I probably deserve it.
“Guilty.” A jury member declared.
I exhaled and threw my head back, Mr. Henson got a smile he enjoyed victory like any normal human being.
Even if I saw this coming, seeing Mr. Henson grin from the corner of my eye. Almost made me wish I was innocent, just so I can grin at him.
“Go to Mrs. Henson office, she will decide what the best thing to do about you.
We won’t kill you, since you have your humanity.” The Judge said, slamming his hammer down ending the court.
The Jury gathered their things and all left, so did the Judge, and even Mr. Henson left.
I got up and walked out into a hallway, to find Mrs. Henson office.
The door was gold; I opened it there was a plain office, nothing to fancy.
A plain desk, a chair with wheels, a old Windows computer, some plants, pictures on the walls. A large window looking out to the city, a woman about twenty-four was at the desk.
There were file cabinets on the left side of the room, the carpet was tan it smelt of coffee.
The room was dim, and then she looked up at me.
“Hello, can I help you?” Mrs. Henson asked.
I gave her the file from the court; she looked at it her silence lasted awhile.
“Katherine Gray?” The woman said, confused.
I sighed and said, “She was a Demon Hunter back in the mid- 1800’s.”
“Yes, she was something special. Only if she didn’t have to die, like how she did.” Mrs. Henson said, in a sad tone.
I didn’t say anything, I knew everyone in this entire building hated me, and thought I was a liar.
“Well, I would say this is your punishment.” Mrs. Henson said, printing up a piece and paper.
I took it, and looked at it this can’t be it. They have to be joking.
“Is this a joke?” I said, looking at Mrs. Henson.
She looked at me and said, “Why would it be? Now go along.”
I sighed, and walked out of the room closing the door behind me.
The paper said this,


Ayperos Hellure is sentenced to serve at ‘Five Wings’ for 24 hours. He will be supervised, as he enters the old cave.
Where he will have to destroy or kill, all the demons. Without using any of his demonic powers.
Subject will be