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mere inches from his face. Ignoring the rules of the game I flashed into the creature knocking him off only to find us surrounded by his kin.
    “Go! Go! Go!” A voice hollered as I saw streaks from my brothers flashing to safety. Following their lead I grabbed Remiel’s wrist and took off to the northern mountain peak.
    “That was too close. Thank you so much, Rahovart.” Remiel said , shaking my hand.
    “Oh man , you should have seen your face. ‘ Ahh , he’s gonna eat me.” Raphael mocked , causing the group to burst out in laughter.
    “I’ve never seen you run so fast.” Gabriel added.
    “Hey , Remiel, I think you left your balls somewhere on the field. Might want to go get ‘em.” Uriel joked.
    “Ah, go ahead and make jokes. You didn’t have to outrun it .”
    “Well, you didn’t quite outrun it either.” I added to the banter.
    “Best game ever. One I’ll never — Saraqael had been cut off a s a silent siren only an Arch had the power to hear wailed .
    In an instant we all took off for home. When we arrive d it seemed every soldier we had stood at the gates in the ready position staring at something beyond our golden bars.
    Shoving our way through to the front of the formation, the eight of us froze in our tracks. Only a few yards away stood Lilith and her enormous pack of rats. Before I had the chance to ready my sword, the hord e charged the gates, knocking them off the hinges.

Chapter Five Etta

    I had show n up to the bachelorette party out of obligation to my friendship with Amy, but I had d one everything possible in order to avoid any participation in the inane games. After being badgered by twenty five different women for being a party pooper , I gave in when it came time to make toilet paper wedding dresses.
    Of course to ensure her team won the t.p . fashion show, Amy gave my team the tallest “bride” in the whole house. I tried my best to create a long flowing veil on Amy’s sister , Meggan , but her long slender build had me stretching up to the very tip of my toes causing my calves to burn from the strain. Once I got a strand of paper tucked into her golden blonde hair, my legs would beg for solace. I’d plop down on my heels, ripping the delicate paper. Frustration building to the boiling point, I regretted my decision to participate in such a ridiculous ritual. Relief came as the ding dong of the doorbell chimed over the rambunctious chattering of toilet paper divas.
    Before anyone had a chance to contest, I rushed to the door and flung it open. My dad leaned against the door frame , barely holding himself up. He looked as though he ’d gone through a blender o nly to be spat out into an inferno .
    “Mosh!” I called for Amy as my dad collapsed in my arms.
    It had been a nick name I’d given her after attending a Gog o l Bordello concert. Sweet, petite Amy wearing C apri pants, a t-shirt , and flip-flops rushed into the testoste rone dominated mosh pit and bashed into the crowd fearlessly. I’d step out of the pit to catch my breath and watch as Amy’s golden ringlets would wave over the crowd as she sent her body flying into another fellow mosher to the beat of the music. Up until Amy had been given healing powers by Father a few months ago, only I had ever called her Mosh . Needing to keep her safe during our living room battle with Vetis and Pyro, we hid her upstairs telling her only to come out if she heard her nickname.
    I had been grateful Amy had been given the ability to heal. She had used it on many occasions for everything from small shaving nicks to restoring Ra and my dad’s wings after they had been cut from them. Seeing Amy’s great power firsthand, I hadn’ t been too scared about my dad’s condition.
    “I’m sorry, baby girl. I tried to protect him.” My dad sputtered out as I lowered him to the porch.
    “Who dad? Who did you try to protect? Dad?” I panicked as he lost consciousness.
    “What happened?” Amy rushed to my side, pulling my dad’s