In a dream, she slept with the man that saved her from the life she was living and had deep regret that she got him killed and didn't want him to continue the pursuit any longer. She had the best time in her shower; she enjoyed the way she held him against the shower walls. It was steamy and barely visible with the hot shower water; they made it even steamier with each other's touch.

Thrown onto her own bed they continued their dance and this time; they wanted to find who would be the first to reach climax. Captain grasped her supple and sensitive breasts and fondled with them whilst kissing her on her neck, chest and soft lips. The moment came when he penetrated her that all the sensations shocked her body at once.

Gasping for air, she woke up from that dream, sweating and perplexed. She wiped off the sweat running down her face and pulled her blankets closer to her clear and delicate skin. She scoffed at herself, "What a whore I am," she uttered.

She sat up and looked up and around her room. She saw a figure that walked up to her silent and she felt scared. Out of the shadow emerged Captain, who then pulled out a sword and stabbed her in her chest.

She gasped loudly on her bed and rose and sat up in her bed. Panting, she tried to catch her breath.

In the middle of the night her room was lit up by the moon through the opened curtains that she had left open. She looked around her room then calmed down. She wore her night gown and covered herself still with her blankets. In her thoughts telling herself, 'It was just a nightmare' and she began to relax.

"Seems that you did not have a good dream," a calm, deep voice spoke in the shadowy corner of her room.

Startled she asked but was cut off by the silhouette emerged from the darkness to reveal themself as Captain. "Captain?" she started confused. "How did you get in here?"

The former soldier smirked and stood by the window. "You didn't lock the door, so I helped myself in," he said and Amelia found it hard to believe him.

"What do you want from me?" Amelia asked him.

"I need a place to rest. Even for a little bit. I am tired," he said slowly and somewhat depressed.

"Why don't you sleep wherever your team is located and be with them instead?"

"I have my troubles and they are following me. I just need a little break, even if it is only a few minutes. My team don't need the burden neither do you. Once I am rested you won't have to worry about me."

She was touched by his words and flustered easily. She tried hiding it but failed abysmally. He noticed something move outside and looked outside. He saw the fallen angels searching for him and he decided not to get Amelia involved because he cared for her, since she was bound to him by her words.

"Thalicus, watch over her and keep yourself hidden in the shadows. I know I don't call upon any of you at all but now is the time I let you come and serve me," Captain whispered.

Thalicus one of his first few demons that he had made his slave appeared and quickly hid from Amelia as instructed. Captain looked at her and smiled softly, "I can't stay here, Amelia," he told her calmly. She stared at him confused and asked him 'Why?'

Then he answered her and explained that his 'problem' has come by, and he has to live before she was involved as a casualty. "Amelia, I will see you when I have the chance," Captain said calmly. He cracked open the window and stood on the balcony, and he launched himself off on to the next building, running off aimlessly further into the city.

When she was about ready to slumber once again for the rest of the night, a knock came from the entrance of her apartment. Thalicus, showed himself to her and bowed. "You must be my master's other lover?" he asked. "I serve him after failing to subdue you and so I will serve you surreptitiously and inconspicuously. I will not make myself visible to anyone else but you or master Ravedos. For now you may tend to your unexpected guest."

The demon then retreated back into the shadows. Amelia attended the door and was greeted by a smiling Ben who had always had feelings for her but could not convey them. "Ben, what the fuck are you doing here?" she had asked him.

"Making sure you didn't betray The Harlem," he said intensely. "Look Amelia I care for you, and I wouldn't want you to get harmed, but I have to make sure that you are in line as well. You know he doesn't like being lied to, right?"

"I know The Harlem doesn't like being lied to. And I don't the shit you pulling Ben. I don't like you like you think I do, I found someone better."

"Like whom? That fucking eye-patched freak that can't die? You're better off with a re- "

Amelia slammed the door in front of the imbecile and locked it so that he wouldn't get in. 'Why did I let him talk in the first place?' she asked herself.

Captain kept luring away the fallen angels who wanted his blood to be shed and paint the town red with. He cunning and soon they found out why he was so.

One of them managed to corner him in an alleyway, in one of the sectors in the city and laughed a horrid laugh, it even made the hardened hero uncomfortable. It underestimated him and attacked him with a slash, and he let it hit him. The fallen angel laughed even harder before its jaw was ripped off and was diced to small chunks of flesh.

Onward from there he ran into a few more and came to light on the idea of fighting a handful instead of taking on the daunting task of eliminating them one by one, though he needed to split them into a few that he can face.

From twenty to seventy fallen angels their numbers dwindled significantly to thirty-one. He was good and the leader, Herbos, knew it. "Herbos, we shall retreat and leave him be for our fighters are falling in great numbers," a concerned fallen angel suggested and was killed on the spot for such a fallacy.

He looked at the others who witnessed the murder and he dared them to share the same concern. Terrified of the result they knew was to befall them they remained silent and he ordered them to go after Ravedos.

Down the busy and horny streets of Bronix he continued to run, luring away the fallen angels from those he cared for and those he needed to protect. As an untimely occurrence his hunger afflicted him. He then acted more beastly, but he had a lot of control over himself for a short while.

Faced with another fallen angel his instincts overcame his will and devoured the flesh of the fallen angel. Screaming for her life she couldn't fight back for he had more strength over her, and she succumbed to her fatal wound by her neck downward.

Ravedos was known by many names and his most iconic was the death bringer hence why all feared him at his young age.

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