Mileen closed the hood of the red corvette in front of her, reaching in her back jean pocket, pulling out a rag to wipe the oil off her hands.

"All done, hun?" An older man asked, slowly walking into the garage Mileen resided in, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his front pocket. He was dressed in a red plaid button up shirt, and an old faded pair of jeans. He pulled out a single cigarette, placing it into his mouth and quickly lighting it.

"Yeah, Rick." Mileen replied, reaching down to the basket of tools, pulling them up onto the tool desk, quickly placing them away. Her glance shifted back to the man, raising an eyebrow.

"Those are gonna kill you, ya know." She joked, shaking her head, returning her gaze to the tools.

The man snorted a laugh, placing the pack of cigarette's and lighter back into his front pocket. He slowly inhaled, pulling the cigarette from his mouth.

"I don't give a damn. It'll get me outta this shit hole." He exhaled, smoke lingering in the air around him.

Mileen couldn't help but smile, finally placing away all the tools, then throwing the rag into the waste basket.

"The owner can pick this up tomorrow," She nudged her head to the car as she walked to a computer set by the garage exit, clocking out. "Just make sure he doesn't push 90 on this thing again, if he does, I doubt I can fix it." She admitted, pulling her clock out slip from the printer, then turning back around to the man.

"Anything else you need me to do before I go?" She asked, glancing around. Everything was spotless.

Rick looked around with her, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head. "Nope, everything looks good, as always. You should teach one of them other assholes that works here how to clean up after themselves." He placed the cigarette back into his mouth, inhaling.

Mileen let out a short laugh, walking over to a closet, pulling out her black jacket, placing it over her shoulders.

"Alright Rick, see you Monday." Mileen waved her goodbye, walking out the garage exit, towards her car.

The sun had already began going down, the night life soon going into it's scheduled uproar. Mileen pulled out a set of keys, debating if she should go out for dinner, for she did not feel like cooking tonight. She unlocked her black Honda's doors, sliding in, sticking the keys into the ignition. After a few moments, she took off into the busy streets.

Sasha tidied the papers on her desk into neat piles and filed one of the stacks away. It had been a calm day at th office. One or two loose ends that needed to be sorted but that was all.
"How dull..."
Sasha spoke to herself in a light voice as she shouldered her bag. She would have to make up for her boring day with a fairly exciting evening. She usualy picked her victims during the day but tonight she felt spontanious. Maybe hit a club, pick up a man or woman, take them out, slowly, painfully. On the other hand she could be slightly more dramatic. Find a group of young men, play the whore...That idea made her smile. Their faces would be priceless.

The light sound of her high heels on the polished floors echoed in the empty office. She always stayed late into the evening prefering to walk about in the cool dusk rather than the midday sun. She inspected her perfect red nails in the lift as it dropped the 40 floors to the lobbey. As she left the building Sasha spied a couple of well dressed men heading into a bar. Maybe she could start her eveing straight away. She walked to her car to change clothes. It didn't take very long. Sasha fluffed up her black hair and walked across the street. She could feel the excitment building already...

Mileen pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex, shutting off the engine, and exiting the car. She sighed as she shut the door, walking across the grass into the building. The receptionist at the front desk waved to her politely. Mileen smiled in retort, walking to the elevator, punching in her floor number. As she waited to approach her designated floor, she softly hummed, shaking her left leg to a song she heard on the radio.

Once the elevator doors opened, she approached her apartment door down the hallway, unlocking it and quickly stepping in. She kicked the door shut behind her, quickly taking off her jacket and shoes, and walked over to her answering machine. The flashing number "1" flashed among the screen. Mileen tilted her head, pressing the "Listen Button." She walked into the bathroom, starting the shower, beginning to remove her clothing.

"One New Message. First unheard Message." The machine's voice echoed through the hallway. Mileen stepped into the warm shower, listening intently as she washed.

"Hey Mileen, it's Tim. I got a great offer for you, involving an Ferrari Enzo. I'm sure you'll be excited. But uh..if you're interested me and some buddies are hittin' up club 1-12 tonight, the one across from that big accountant building. So uh, go ahead and stop by anytime tonight. Late." She heard the phone hang up, bitting her lip.

Mileen nodded, greatly interested on an offer involving an Enzo. She finished washing up, dressing into a pair of leather pants, followed by a lavender silk, spaghetti strapped tank top, and a black leather jacket to place over it. She slid into a pair of heels, then walking into the bathroom.

She slowly and carefully applied make up, first her eyeliner, slowly, followed by a little mascara. Her hand reached for the blow dryer, quickly drying her damp hair, it falling lightly falling into ringlets around her shoulders. Mileen slowly pulled half of it up, then using her fingers to lightly brush her bangs into place.

She walked out of the bathroom, grabbing her keys off the table, and exiting the building.

After around 20 minutes, she finally arrived at the designated location, across from the large building. Mileen eased her way into the crowded parking lot, glancing around at everyone. The music was so loud inside, she could feel it vibrating the ground underneath her car as she parked, stepping out. Mileen walked inside, greeted by the smell of cigarettes and alcohol. Lights flickered around the club, girls dancing in cages all around, and men offering them dollar bills. Mileen sighed, hating places like this.

"Name?" A bouncer asked, holding a clipboard in his hand.

Mileen glanced up at him. "I'm here for Tim Norrison." She said, pulling out her ID.

"Tim Norrison, Tim Norrison." The large man said to himself, glancing down the list. "Ah, here he is, are you Mileen?" He asked, then glancing at her ID.

"Alright, go ahead and sit at table seven over there and wait for him, he's not here yet."

Mileen nodded, stepping past him into the club, she took her seat at the table, patiently waiting for Tim as she glanced around.

Sasha waited for another group of men to come along to get her into the club. There was no use breaking in and causing a scene. This had to be done elegantly to be worth the wait. She smoothed her hands down her tight black dress. It showed off every curve to perfection. No man in their right mind would deny her tonight. A group of men pulled up in an expensive looking car. Perfect timing. She walked by as they got out, swinging her hips, suddenly she slipped. All part of the plan. The driver caught her before she hit the ground and helped her back up. Sasha's face glowed with relief.
'Oh thank you, that could have been so embarassing.'
She forced herself to blush. The man smiled at her.
'You busy tonight?'
'Not at all. I was just on my way home, my date stood me up...'
A blatent lie but it always had the desired effect. It made her seem sad and vunerable, men couldn't resist a vunerable woman.
'Why don't you come with us?'
'Oh i'd love to.'
She flashed a grateful smile at the man as he took her arm. They walked up to the doors.
'Name.'
The bouncer spoke roughly.
'Tim Norrison' The man replied.
'Mileen is inside sir.'
Tim nodded in response and lead the group of men through the door, Sasha still firmly on his arm. The club was nice, obviously a club for men, there were quite a few women dancing in cages. Sasha could sense something demonic. She wondered vaugly if there was another demon in the room. As the group drew closer to the pre booked seats Sasha could see a girl already sitting there. She was pretty with dark hair and smelt a bit like oil but that wasn't what bothered Sasha most. This girl, this 'Mileen' stank of Angel dust. Suddenly the night was looking a LOT more exciting.

Leo looked out the window of his apartment, gazing out onto the darkening city with his stone grey eyes. As night fell, the city turned it's lights on, making everything glow. Leo preffered the look of the city at night, it was true that it did truely come alive at this time. His thoughts brought him to wonder what was happening in the racing world tonight. Perhaps there would be a race or two for him to take part in, if not he'd just have to hit the clubs to find something to keep him occupied. Leo couldn't really see himself having a quiet night in, it sounded unnatural to him.

He glanced over his shoulder as he heard his mobile phone ringing, a small smile appearing on his pale face. How ironic. Leo crossed the room, gingerly picking up the phone and looking at the name flashing on the screen. Sam. Excellent, so he wouldn't have to fear about a quiet night in then. He pressed the green button before holding the phone up to his ear, no time for a greeting as Sam got straight to business, her high pitched voice ringing clear in his ears.

"Leo, we need one more driver. You in?" She said, not giving him many details of where they were supposed to be meeting, though Leo could only assume they were going to be in the usual spot, a few blocks round the corner from the major accountant buildings.
"Y'know I can always use the money," Leo replied, his small smile more like a smirk.
"You got twenty minutes, yeah?" She replied, only to have him hanging up on her in reply.

He slid the phone into the pocket of his loose fitting dark jeans, tugging the bottom of his red polo shirt before moving to his bed where a grey hoodie was slung, pulling it onto his small frame and leaving the zipper undone before grabbing his keys from the table and heading for the door.

As he stepped outside, he felt the cool gentle breeze of the night hit him. It was pleasant, ruffling his mop of golden hair as he made his way to the Honda S2000 that was sitting opposite the door. His fingers gently brushed against the shiny black paintwork, once again admiring the image on the side - it looked like feathers drifting along the side of the car after being lost from an angel's wings. He knew it would look a little suspicious to demons, but it could be a little too ironic for him to get away with it.

He opened up the door and slipped inside, gently closing the door behind him. Some people liked to mock him when it came to his car, always asking him whether he could actually reach the pedals because he was shorter than most - though he always made them eat his words when he won the races. He slid the key into the ignition, smiling again at the sound of the engine as it fired up.

Mileen smiled as she watched Tim approach, suddenly, an uneasy feeling hit her. She sensed a demon, as her eyes shot to the girl beside him.

"Something wrong?" Tim asked, pulling a chair out for Sasha, then sitting down himself. His friends followed his actions, ordering their drinks.

Mileen switched her gaze back to Tim, smiling. "Na, nothing, anyways uh...what's up?" She asked, wanting more than anything to pry that woman off Tim, but this wasn't the place or the time to do so.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." Tim replied, running a hand through his hair softly. A waitress came over and handed out the men's respected drinks. Tim thanked the woman, taking a quick shot of whiskey. He shook his head, closing his eyes.

"Ah...nothing like a good drink after a long day's work, wouldn't you say so?" He opened his eyes, turning to Sasha. He flashed a nice grin at her.

Mileen crossed her legs, folding her arms. She tapped her fingers impatiently, beaming at Tim.

"Oh, yeah, sorry." Tim turned his glance back to Mileen. "Anyways, so a friend of mine managed to buy an Enzo off some guy in Japan, for only 120k." He stated, taking another sip of his drink.

"120k!?" Mileen replied, her eyes widening. Her eyes then narrowed, slightly turning her head as she stared at him. "Wait..what's the catch?"

Tim smiled, nodding his head. "It is quite the catch, if I may say so. The car doesn't work, in fact it's far from it. Thing is, we need a skilled mechanic to do so, and who is the most skilled mechanic in the 'City of Angels'? My dear Mileen, that's who." He chuckled, along with the other men.

Mileen blushed slightly, then gazed away from him, thinking. "Thank you for the comment, but...how much damage are we indicating?" She asked, her gaze returning to his.

Tim took another sip. "Normally, at least 500k. But with my contacts I can get a bit of a discount on parts, so I'd estimate around...ohhh...235? 240?" He retorted. "If you fix it up, we'll resell it to this guy I know over in New York. He's planning to pay 700k for it. If you help out, you and I can split the earnings 50/50, what do you say?"

Mileen bit her lip, slowly nodding as he talked. "Well..considering that amount of damage, it's easy to say it should take me a few months to fix. But..the deal sounds great." She extended her hand to shake on the agreement, Tim reached out and shook it, nodding and smiling.

"We gotta deal then, eh? The car will arrive here in a few weeks, and I'll send it over to Ricks, that ok?" He asked, pulling his hand back.

Mileen pulled hers back as well, nodding at his question. Tim laughed, beginning conversation with his nearby friends as they drank.

Mileen glanced back over at the demon girl, her eyes narrowing at her, wondering what she planned to do with Tim.

'...wouldn't you say so?'
Sasha smiled back at Tim and laughed a little. This was all just an act now. Tim and his friends had been the highlight of her evening but now she had a real angel present. Sure if they got to fighting she could end up seriously injured but that was part of the fun. There was some kind of talk about cars. Sasha really didn't care. She took a sip of her martini and did a quick head cout of humans in the room. There were more than enough to keep the angel girl from showing her true form. She might hurt them if she did that, Sasha on the other hand was planning to take out as many as possible if it came to a fight.
She raised her dark eyes over the martini glass and saw that the angel was looking at her. Finding nothing more amusing than to taunt others Sasha gave a slow wink at the girl and her crimson lips curved in a provocative smile.
Game on she thought either I eat this delicious looking man here and keep his soul or you show yourself and stop me
She thought it loud enough that every demon for a mile could hear. Sasha wasn't sure if angels were on the same metal wavelength but she sure as hell hoped so. She leant towards Tim and whispered in his ear, one hand creeping up his leg. She didn't even try to be subtle. Her aim was to irritate the angel as much as possible. She didn't look like the stero typical goody-two-shoes type full of patience but it had been so long since Sasha had seen another of her kind never mind an angel, they might have changed. She pressed closer to Tim before looking back at the girl. The challenge in her eyes undeniable.

She continued to watch the woman, anger suddenly filling her body. Mileen could feel the hair creeping up on the back of her neck, holding back the impulse of switching into her true form. Her eyes followed the woman's gaze as she looked around the room.

Even though she couldn't hear the demon's thoughts, she could see what the woman was thinking within her eyes.

Mileen continued to stare at her, completely ignoring the loud music and socializing around her. All that she seen now was herself, and the demon. The sought out foe who had threatened her precious human's existence. Mileen beamed at the girl as she moved around Tim, then after a few moments, quickly got up.

"Wh-where you goin?" Tim asked, his arm around the demon woman as he stared up at Mileen.

Mileen smiled, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. She placed a hand around the woman's arm, pulling her up slowly, away from Tim.

"Your date and I have some uh..girl talk to attend to, please, carry on!" She proclaimed, using her free hand to point to the table of drinks.

The men all laughed together, Tim nodding as he turned back to his friends.

"How about you and I handle this like real ladies." Mileen harshly whispered into the woman's ear, then turning and walking quickly to the back exit, her grasp tightly around the womans arm.

Sasha felt her excitement rise as the angel girl stood up. It was begining. She felt the girl take her arm, holding nothing back. Pain shot through the limb and Sasha had to bite her lip to stop from laughing.
'How about you and I handle this like real ladies.'
The back exit door swished open into the night. There was plenty of light from the street lamps and neon signs and all that light was casting plenty of shadows. Sasha flipped her black hair back over her shoulder.
'But we're not real ladies are we?'
The smirk on her face did nothing to hide her elongating teeth. She should really show some self restraint but it had been so long since her last eternal battle that there seemed to be no need. Caution had never been something she posessed and it had on more than one occasion almost killed her. Sasha laughed. The sound rang through the air, her laugh was like the screams of hells tourtured souls. She could feel the metalic points of her wings pressing into the flesh on her back. This angel girl was strong, she could sense it, but they were quite evenly matched. As long as no other angel interfeared they could have a rather beautiful fight, most likely ending in a draw but this meant nothing to Sasha. She would spill as much of the angels blood as she could. Her aura strengthened calling the shadows to her.
'Do you want to start?' She asked pleasently 'Or shall I?'

Mileen stepped away from the woman, a disgusted look on her face.

"I'd like to think I'm a real lady, I don't know about you." She glanced up and down the woman's body with eyes of hatred.

She began to slowly let the changing impulse out of her, a light wind blowing from beneath her, as well a a golden glow appearing to release from her body.

Her eyes soon flashed a pure white, her pupils completely disappearing. Mileen cracked her knuckles slowly, then turning into battle stance. She clenched her hands into fists, not removing her gaze from her foe.

Mileen tilted her head down a little, her eyes narrowing at the woman. She heard what the demon said, then slightly nodded.

"Yes, if you could be so kind to." She replied, readying herself for battle, kicking off her heels and throwing them to the side.

In all honestly, she was a little scared. For she had not fought a demon since the early 1920's, afraid she'll be a little rusty.

The streets around them were deserted, only the echo of roaring car engines a few blocks down filled the air, along with the pounding music from the club.

Sasha smiled at the hatred in the angels eyes as she changed. Typical angel, all pretty colours and flashing lights. Sasha's pupils seemed to melt into her eyes untill the entire eye was black as ink, the colour carried on down her cheek like black tears only dry against her cold skin. Her fangs were completely out now. With a howl her two wings burst from her back. There was nothing pretty about a demonic change. So she was starting first was she? A huge wolf made of shadows leapt at the angel. Sasha knew she wouldn't be able to use this attack for long, it worked untill the opponent realised that if they kept a light around themselves the shadows couldn't reach. The upside was that keeping a constant light while fighting was a drain on the energy and they couldn't keep it up forever. Two more wolves burst from the walls, fangs bared. Sasha backed away to gain so space for when she needed to summon her scythe...

Leo's sleek black car roared as he drove through the streets, making a quick pace as he made his way to the meeting point for tonight's race. He was wasting no time, swerving round the corner ease before racing down the last street. No doubt if he sped past the cops, they'd give chase and try and get him for speeding. He smiled at the thought of them trying, as it wouldn't be like it's the first time they've tried.
He drove past the accountant's building, noting the club opposite - having been in there a couple of times himself, for business reasons of course. He didn't make a habit of going into clubs like that, thinking them a little degrading.

He suddenly felt like he was going in slow motion, as he caught the taste of demon in the air, alongside it the gentle warmth of an angel. No doubt there was a battle taking place, and it was tempting to stop now to help out - but by the strength of the warmth he was feeling, he was sure that this angel would be able to handle things alone. He carried on, still unsure about his decision, but it was only moments later that he was slowing down to get through the crowd building up around the start line so that he could get into the lineup.

Should I go back...? He questionned himself still, even as he slid the key out of the ignition and got out of his car to meet his opponents.

Mileen stood in position, watching the demon transform. Her breathing soon became heavy, nervous for this battle.

Suddenly, a familiar warmth hit her. Another angel? She thought. I haven't felt this warmth in, ages..Mileen silently hoped the angel, whoever it was, would come aid her. For, she was unsure on how long she could last in this battle.

Suddenly, Mileen heard the snarls of wolves, seeing the creatures edging towards her. Without thinking, Mileen jumped up, she jumped a higher distance than any human could possibly reach. She jumped above the wolf, kicking her leg at the creature as hard as she could, landing on it's jaw. Her kick sent the wolf flying back into the set of shadows.

Mileen landed back on the ground, her senses more aware of the situation. She watched two more wolves emerge from the shadows, sprinting towards her. She quickly dodged to the side, avoiding one's bite, but soon tackled by the other. I need to get ahold of myself. She thought, then turning to her last resort.

Mileen clenched her fists tighter, a brighter light summoning from her body. With this light, the wolves disappeared. Mileen quickly kicked herself up, returning to her original battle stance, glaring at the the demon once more.

"You're gonna have to use more than a few shadow puppets to kill me." She smirked, edging Sasha on.

Another angel? If it turned up now Sasha would fight it, she knew she would lose. The scent was different, but still angelic. Fangs bared Sasha focused back on the fight at hand. The angel had already worked out how to beat the shadows but that light was pretty bright.
Wonder how long she can keep that up
Sasha smirked, it was time to bring out the big guns.
"Beelzebub! Lucifers right hand, come to me now!"
The huge scythe materialised from the shadows, its semi-translucent blade reflecting the moonlight. Sasha could feel the blood lust from the blade. It had been far far too long. With a howl she launched herself at the angel swinging the blade in an arc aiming to wound not to kill just yet. The tip hit skin. Sasha could feel the rip. It wasn't going to be a deep cut, she had misjudged her distance, but it was enough to draw blood. The scent filled the air. Sasha grinned.
"You smell good enough to eat"

Mileen watched as the woman summoned her blade.

"Oh...shit.." She whispered to herself, glancing at the weapon, then suddenly seeing the woman appear in front of her.

Mileen let out a high pitched squeal of pain as the blade embedded itself into her skin, pulling her body back, using her hands to push the blade away. Her fingers traced her new cut, wincing as her fingers touched the tender skin.

"Alright. Game time." She replied through her teeth, the light wind underneath her quickly becoming stronger, her hair fluttering up into the air. Mileen's eyes narrowed as she threw her fist into the demon's face, hitting her hard enough, perhaps to fracture her jaw, though unsure, but Mileen did hear a crack.

Her gaze didn't leave the demon as she flew a good distance back, though still remained on her feet.

Mileen then began to run towards her, jumping back into the air, her leg pulling back, about to deliver a kick to the demon's face, right where she had been punched.

The punch had been a suprise and it had fucking hurt! Sasha felt an anger she hadn't experinced in years as she flew back managing to keep her feet. Did this angel think she could just punch her in the face and get away with it? Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Blood had been drawn on both sides now. Sasha realised her jaw was fractured. It ached, a dull throbbing pain that only heightened her excitment. Looking up she saw the angel above her. It took a split second for Sasha to react and even then it had almost been too late. This angel was fast. The scythe blade covered her face and it had taken a good ammount of strength to stop the kick. Strong too. Sasha grinned through the pain in her jaw.
"Too slow" she hissed before wrenching the scythe round to throw the angel away. She was rusty, humans that fought back were nothing compared to this. Sasha leapt into the air and sliced the blade down again. She couldn't let the angel get distance on her. While she had her scythe she was slower. The tip connected with flesh again but barely. The smell of blood was clouding her vision. If the fight wasn't over soon she would lose what little concentration she had to blood lust...

"Leo!"

The call of his name seemed to pull him out of his daze, though the thought of the angel still lingered in the back of his mind. He had passed by his comrade, and only thought to stop. It didn't feel right. He was still questionning himself, which usually meant he had made the wrong decision. He approached the girl that had called to him, standing by Sam with a small smile. The girl was taller than him, by a little, with dark hair pulled up into two pigtails, a mini skirt, shirt and boots being her attire for tonight. She always liked to put on a cutesy show when it came to how she looked. She leant down to him, expecting a kiss on the cheek, which he complied with.

"So when are we doing this?" He asked, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, looking up to the girl with confident eyes as usual.
"Two minutes, pay up then Little Leo." Sam replied, laughing a little as he grumbled in reply before handing over a wad of money.
"Bitch." He mumbled as she walked away, only to hear her laughing some more while she got the money from the other racers.

He moved back to his car, leaning against the drivers doors as he looked over the other cars and their drivers as they too returned, noting the look that they gave him as they approached. It looked like surprise more than anything - nothing unusual there then. Everyone round here thought him as nothing more than a boy racer, a rich kid looking for some fun. Of course, he was a bloody good boy racer - which is why their expressions amused him more. There was a hint of fear in there. It was strange, these humans fearing him, an angel. But it was a fear of losing money, so it was not so strange that he felt bad.

He did feel bad though about the angel he'd left behind, still tempted to back out now and go back. He couldn't back down now though, he'd already paid up and was now being psyched out by the others. He was sure the angel could hold their own for about 10 minutes more, this was all this was going to take. Max. His fist tightened, his knuckles cracking loud enough to be heard by those nearby, now wanting to get this over with so that he didn't leave the angel hanging too long.

She launched herself back off the blade, seeing that her attack had missed.

"Damn!" She muttered, jumping back. She soon began to feel her body starting to weaken from the amount of light she was producing. Mileen gritted her teeth, landing back onto the ground. She lowered her light a little, hoping to slow down the weakness running through her body.

Mileen's eyes followed the blade as she quickly jumped to dodge it, but failing as it breached her skin. She let off another loud squeal, clenching her fists even tighter.

Mileen flung back at the woman, droplets of blood from her wound flying through the air as she delivered a storm of punches and kicks, using all her strength with each blow. Although she had missed a number of times, she still did enough damage to injure the demon.

She soon jumped back, breathing more heavily. Her pupils were beginning to surface into her eyes as she used the rest of her strength to produce light, keeping away the shadows.

Astaroth had smelt the blood. Slowly he lowered his wine glass and looked out the huge glass window of his apartment building at the night sky. Usualy a battle wouldn't interest him but the two involved were strong. He sat for a few minutes more and finished the dark red liquid and stepping over the dead whore on the floor. He never drunk wine or ate human food. Being a high demon it would weaken him. The night was dark enough for him to change form. Reaching the roof of the building he stepped off the edge into the dark sky. His wings unfurled from his back letting him glide towards the scent. It was strong and getting stronger by the second, the two were drawing blood at an intense rate. It didn't take long to spot the angel and the demon in combat. The angel had a bright light surrounding her body, obviously a sheild of some kind against some form of dark creature while the demon had a huge scythe. Astaroth regonised the weapon.
"Beelzebub."
He murmered to himself. What did that demon girl have one of the princes weapons for? Seating himself on the roof of the club building he proceeded to watch the fight. It looked like it would soon be over.

Sasha was caught in the onslaught of blows. They hurt. The angelic light on her skin burnt like acid and left red patches, some were even bleeding. She hadn't been in a state this bad for a long time. A quick thought crossed her mind.
Only the strong demons can remain out of hell for an eternity, maybe it is the same with angels and heaven
If this was true then every fighter left on earth would be strong and dangerous on both sides. Sasha took a hit to the face. Red welts of blood split the surface of her skin. The angel was tiring. Soon the light would go out but Sasha knew there was no way she could use shadow manipulation in this state. As her own strength drained the scythe became a drag. Surrounding herself in a slight layer of shadow she let the weapon dissolve back to hell. It was going to have to be hand to hand. She blocked another blow with her fists and lashed out at the angel with a round kick to the ankle. It was becoming too much. The scent of another demon filled the air. Stronger than the angels blood, this demon must be high up in the ranks. She could sense he was mildly curious but had no intention of helping her out.
Good she thought knowing he could hear stay out

She couldn't fight anymore...not without tearing herself to shreds and that was not an option. Not as life was just getting interesting again.

The four were soon in their cars, engines roaring loudly as they tried to put eachother off of racing. Leo was ignoring the others, listening only to the roar of his own car taking confidence in it. Sam wasn't racing, she never did race - she was the organiser, she didn't have to. Instead she stood infront of them, arms raised as the 'Ready' signal. Everyone watched her, waiting for the moment she dropped her arms.

When that moment did arrive, Leo threw his car into gear and was off, only a split second before the others, though enough to edge himself into first place straight away. Road signs and blocks were used to make the course, and already there was a sharp turn which Leo skidded round, winding the steering wheel round with control as he took the corner, speeding off after it too keep and grow his lead.
The next car wasn't far behind him, a flash of scarlet with a carbon fibre hood from the looks of things. He didn't dwell on the cars looks for long as they were soon swerving round another corner, amusement settling on his face he saw the red car over steer and crash into a nearby lamp post.

One down... Leo thought, before diving round another bend, looking in his rearview for a moment to find the other headlights a little way behind him.
They were soon rushing down the accountant's road, the way he had originally come to the meeting point - not so far from the finish. The Angel and Demon were still there from what he could feel, though he also felt something much stronger, so much stornger that it actually scared him a little. Whatever it was, it was a bloody strong demon - and it was lingering around the other fight.
The Angel he'd previously left behind was going to be outnumbered, he couldn't let that Angel face both of them alone, even if it did mean him losing a race.

He'd have to suck up his pride among humans and do his real duty. At that thought, he hit the breaks sharp, skidding round on the last corner to turn back, almost driving into the alley that was closest to the fight, though made sure that they would still be able to make a quick getaway in the car if they had to.

Leo scrambled out of the car, locking it and stuffing the keys in his pocket before rushing down to where he could feel the energies of the fight, beginning to build up his own electrical charge to dive in the fight when he had to. He stumbled to a stop, watching the two girls fighting, looking round to try and locate the other demon that he knew was close by.

She jumped back, distance spread between the demon and herself.

Mileen took deep breaths, sweat glistening against her chest, she was began to feel the warmth of the nearby angel again, then the blistering coldness of another demon.

She breathed heavily as droplets of blood traveled down her body, her posture shaking a little.

"I respect you as an opponent, for we seem to be equal in strength, hard to find these days." Mileen admitted, wincing at the pain from her wounds.

She took a deep breath, swallowing before she spoke again.

"And I'm sure you're smart enough to understand, we are unable to defeat each other one versus one, so this battle is simply pointless." Mileen's eyes narrowed again to the girl, clenching her fists, weakly going back to battle stance.

"However, I will not let you harm these humans, it is the reason for my existence to protect them from the likes of you..." Mileen warned, stumbling a little as she took her stance.

Astaroth saw the new angel before the angel saw him. The fight between the two females was almost over, he had learnt a little by watching and he would really rather not fight today. He also didn't want the other demon anilated. He dropped from the roof and landed beside the angel.
"Evening."
His low voice held slight amusment at his attempt to speak civilly to an angel.
"As you can see hero the battle is amost over. When it is done I will take my kin, you may take yours. Do not interfere or I will destroy you."
His voice was pleasant but the threat he made obvious. The only angel Astaroth feared was Bartholomew or any angelic weapon associated with him. He could sense nothing of the kind here. This angel would be no threat to him.

"I respect you as an opponent, for we seem to be equal in strength, hard to find these days."
Sasha spat a mouth full of blood on the ground.
"Demons are not as humble as your kind, I will never lower myself to admitting i respect an angel."
Her voice was pained as she forced the sound out past her fractured jaw. The insanity that posessed her black soul calmed for a moment when Sasha knew the truth behind those words. She wanted to fight this angel again. A great battle would come and a victor would be decided. Sasha smiled, all menace and fangs.
"I will admit however that I cannot continue this fight."
She relaxed. Her form retreating back into that of a human. Blood streamed down her back as her wings drew back into her flesh. Just more pain to add to the pile. She knew that now she had stepped down the angel girl would to.
"We will fight again, the princes send a part of themselves up to lead the army, at that time we will resolve our battle. As for your humans you can keep that man, he was just going to be this evenings entertainment, I found something much better."
She winked at the girl.
"See you again Mileen."
Sasha jumped off the roof and back into the alley for her shoes. It would leave people wondering if she eft them there. Another angel she hadn't notice arrive (her face must be more broken than she thought) was facing the higher demon, the tension was dangerously high.
"What is this? Some kind of party?"
Sasha demanded. So she hadn't seen any of her kind or the angels in over a hundred years and now POOF here they were all in one night.

Mileen's expression eased as she watched the woman leave.

She dropped to her knees, still breathing heavy as she placed her fingers over her would lightly.

Mileen winced in pain, her eyebrows twitching as a small burst of light covered her fingers over the room, very slowly, closing it. She bit down on her lip so hard, a small trail of blood bled from it, dropping onto the ground.

Mileen then slowly healed her other wounds, though still feeling the fresh pain they brought her. She slowly stood up, stumleing again.

This cannot happen again. Mileen thought to herself, glancing down the alley, beating herself up inside for her failure of defeating the demon.