Opal

Azazel had gotten to her. His thirst for vengeance was palatable. She could feel it; sense it on a personal level. And it scared her. But everything scared her lately. It was a plain and simple fact. She was not who she thought she was from just a few weeks ago. She was different; special. Given a gift she never wanted. A gift which she could only describe as a burden. Even now she could feel the weight of it upon her shoulders. Could she bear it? She didn't know, though it was plainly obvious that her family had struggled with the same burdens during their lives. Was she less than them? Was she as strong as she thought she was? She would've said yes a week ago. Now she didn't know.

Looking up, she saw the black of Hades. Even now, in this dark, dank tunnel, he was a shadow of hate. She could feel that also. But where Azazel sneered at her, Hades offered his hand. Dare she accept it, dare she take the chance? It was obvious her father had at one point in time. He had given his life for the demon. Or so Hades had said. But maybe Hades had lied. Maybe he had stolen it. Maybe...

There were always maybes. The real question was could she trust him? He was a demon, an advocate of Satan, a minion of Lucifer, and a dredge upon this earth. He admitted to lies, to killing, to act against humanity. Yet, according to Eric, he was an ally to her grand-father and the protector of her father. Now, he swore he was her protector. But could he protect her from what lay outside these walls. By Hades admittance, the whole of the government was against them. They were searching for them in an effort to get to her; to kill her.

Could she be that important?

According to Hades, she was. Even Eric's words seem to back the demon's. But she was not her father or her grand-father. She wasn't as strong as them. She didn't understand the world as they did. She didn't believe as they did. Her faith wasn't as strong. And she was beginning to believe that Faith had everything to do with her surviving this.

In all, she felt lost.