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Suddenly the demon had caught Genevieve by the hand and was dragging her. Alissa and Josh didn't have the time to react before they were out of the alleyway. The two automatically began to chase them. "Code red," They murmured into some walky talkies as they searched for the two in the crowd. Once they found them they stopped and acted normal immediately. Genevieve, although glaring 'affectionately' at Damien was just talking to an old lady. Genevieve turned a smile towards the old lady while crushing every bone in Damien's hand with her own hand.

"Thank you ma'm!" Genevieve called as the woman walked away. She yanked Damien into the alleyway and slammed him against the bricks, "Seriously?! You likely gave Alissa and Josh a heart attack! Don't ever pull that again." Her arm was pressed against his neck in a threatening way and she glared into his eyes. Alissa and Josh walked into the ally with surprised looks on their faces. They were mainly worried that Genevieve would be pissed that the demon had almost kidnapped her. Nope. All of her fury was being pointed towards the demon.

She took a deep calming breath. "Thank you for the idea though." She backed up and grabbed his hand again. "Appear as a couple instead of a hostage situation. I can crush your bones while we walk. It'll be fun." She turned and they began to walk down the street unnoticed towards the church.
"Good little demon." She said patting his head as if he were a pet. "Blindfold please." She held out her hand and Josh put the blindfold in it. She stood up on her tippy toes and wove the blindfold around the demon's eyes. She knew she was short, but what she lacked in height she made up with marvelous speed during battle. With a sigh they walked out into the bright city of Atlanta. People walked in every which way and Genevieve frowned. Surely they'd notice her hostage if she kept this up. They walked for about a block and then stopped in an ally way.

"Whats wrong boss?" Josh asked.

"People are going to notice." She said with a sigh. "I don't want him escaping though." She took the blindfold off and grabbed his arm again. How could she control him if she could not hold onto him? He could start running at any point.
She resisted the urge to say something smart back at him. Instead she kept her composure and opened the cell's door. She grabbed is arm roughly and jerked on of the bracelets off of his wrist. She could feel her sword swaying against her hip as they walked up stairs. She hoped her grip left a lasting bruise on his arm. She met up with Alissa and Josh upstairs. "I'll take care of this." She said as they moved to take hold of the demon, "He's dangerous right now." They gave her a questioning look and then obeyed her orders.

"Alright, Damien. Where is this relic? I took off that cuff now you must give me the information." She glared at him
She raised an eyebrow and shook her head, "You will keep both cuffs on for the night. When we leave tomorrow morning I'll take one cuff off." She certainly was not going to take a chance in him escaping. He had something under his sleeve; therefore, she had to approach this situation with extreme caution. She would not come out of this looking like the fool. "Goodnight, Demon." She said as she turned and walked out of the dungeon. Once upstairs she checked herself into a room, ordered a new pair of clothes for the next morning (Her's were so damaged from the fight), and stalked up to her room.

Inside it looked like a normal hotel's room. Only this one had only one bed instead of two. It appeared to be larger than other rooms simply because there was not an extra bed. As she walked into the room a closet stood to her right and a counter stood to her left. As she approached the bed a table sat comfortably in a corner with two chairs. She continued to walk forward until she reached the windows. She glanced outside at the bustling city and smiled. She then turned to her left and walked into the bathroom. After taking a long satisfying shower she returned to the bed and fell into a deep slumber.

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The next morning she awoke with a good outlook on the day: today would be the day they got their hands on the first relic. She couldn't wait to hold it in her hands and be able to see her team had been the first to find one. As she got ready she wondered if it would hold clues to the next relic. Maybe a riddle or something along those lines to point them in the proper direction. She headed downstairs in her new pair of jeans, a blouse, and a black leather jacket. It felt a little more flashy than her outfit from before and she didn't necessarily enjoy wearing it. Unfortunately, it was all the staff could scrounge up in such a short time. The clothes from before were tattered and blood stained from the fight. SO she had to deal.

As she exited the elevator she was pleased to see that her team were all eating their breakfast. A quick look at the clock on the wall told her they were an hour earlier than she had told them. She rushed and ate some breakfast before finding Adam at the management desk. He guided her to a conference room and closed the door. "So. What do you know about the relic's whereabouts?"

Adam sighed, "I know only that it is here in the city among one of the many cemeteries. You just have to find the proper one." He paused, "Did you get information out of the demon?"

"Not yet, but in exchange for taking off one of his cuffs he'll tell me exactly where it is and also help us retrieve it." She braced herself for his reaction.

"Are you mad?!" Adam exclaimed, "You can't take off one of his cuffs! What rank is he?" His eyes shot daggers at her.

"A Knight of Hell." She mumbled. This earned her even harsher glares from her old friend.

"He is basically really high up in ranks...probably really powerful...and you're going to trust him with your team's life like that? He could kill them even with one cuff on! Maybe not you, but your weaker angels." He shook his head, "This is a bad idea, Genevieve."

"Relax! I'll be the one handling him, not everyone else. I was actually thinking of going alone..."

"No." Adam said quickly.

"You know what? You don't command me, Adam. I command you. So stop trying to dictate what I do. I have a plan and I"m sticking with it." With this she turned and stormed out of the office. She walked over to the dining area and quickly scanned everyone with her eyes. Once it was determined that they were all present she began to speak their orders. They were to all split up into groups of three and search every cemetery for the marking of the Relic. If found they would contact Genevieve immediately. She knew that the demon had said he knows exactly where it is, but like hell would she believe him wholly. She knew a piece of information thanks to Adam and she would make use of it.

After debriefing everyone and selecting her team she walked downstairs. "Rise in shine!" She yelled to the demon as she took her place next to the cell, "Its play time."
She ran a hand through her red hair. She had to keep in mind that she needed to be dominant and not back down so easy. "How am I supposed to trust that you won't use those incantations to harm one of my angels?" She raised an eyebrow and walked closer to the cage. She wondered if she should speak with Adam or her second in command about this. She surely could not make these decisions all by herself. She gripped the syringe in her hand worriedly.

What was she even thinking? Was she going soft all of a sudden? She wanted to slap herself for being such a fool. She returned a glare on the demon hiding in the shadows, "Well. I suppose I must just take a leap. I will kill you if you try anything funny, Damien. Do not fool yourself into believing I need you. You are just a helpful piece of the puzzle that can cut back some of the time I have to be here."
Genevieve narrowed her eyes at the demon standing in front of her as she took a small step backwards."What do you want, Damien." She was scared of what he was about to ask of her. No way in hell would she allow him to have his powers back if that was what he was thinking she'd do. She did not trust him and she could do her own hunt for the relic. Atlanta was big, but not large enough where she couldn't do some investigating. Plus she knew that Adam had some information about where it was.
"So are you willing to tell me what I wish to know? Its simple: Tell me everything you know about the relics and I won't inject this into your veins." She glared into his eyes, "Got it?" he had hit a button when talking about how cruel this sounded. She hadn't ever actually tortured someone into submission before. In fact, this was one of the reasons she hadn't flown even higher in the ranks. She couldn't stomach making someone defenseless scream in agony.

She gulped, "So, what do you know?"
She sighed and stepped away from the bars, unfurling her wings and appearing to be thoughtful. She paced a little around as she stretched her wings. "Well. They're just a myth, eh? I find that bullshit, Damien." She walked over towards the torturing equipment. She took a vial of holy water and a syringe. She didn't intend to use it until he really pissed her off, however, she just planned on using it as a intimidation technique. She wouldn't resort to such violence unless necessary. She may be good in battle, but when someone is defenseless against her it doesn't feel right. She has a good moral compass, which as gotten her through many a battle unscathed.

She returned to the bars separating her from Damien. Her smile appeared sweet, but it did not reach her eyes. In her eyes only chilling cold remained. "Darling Demon, I'm very good with holy water. I know exactly where to inject it to which it'll put you in so much agony you faint. Oh, you wouldn't faint quickly. No, it would take you at least a half hour to pass out." She sighed as she eyed the syringe, "I love the sound of the screams of vermin, but this would be so much easier if you'd just talk. So, if you would go by my advice, what do you know about the relics?"
Bump?
"Oh? Well, I'm Genevieve, Archangel Second Class." She grinned, "Yes, this the beautiful cherry on top, Damien." She spit his name out as if it were garbage. "You see, considering you are of such a high up rank you must know all about the Relics Of Asra. So tell me, why were you all by your lonesome?" She turned a glare at him and then glanced over to where he was looking. Holy water. He must despise the substance. That would be what she used first just to piss him off.

She sighed and looked back at him after he didn't answer for a long time, "Oh come on, you must know the reason you are on earth. Its not that hard. Just delve into your memory."
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