"Let me talk to him!" Frances offered, much to the shock of the entire group, especially her beloved.

Emmanuel shook his head and pulled her away from the door.

"I don't fucking think so! I don't care how powerful you think you are, sweet pea. He's not a fair fighter and you know that, I'm sure."

Frances gazed into Emmanuel's eyes, "Manny, he's hurt my people."

Emmanuel sighed and lowered his head, "And he will pay dearly. If I don't kill him, someone will."

Frances watched as Robert and Reginald listened to the sounds around them.

"Not closing in at all," Robert said, "He's definitely playing with us."

Reginald took to flight, "I'll scope the area. Devonia is closer than I thought."

Frances was very relieved to hear that. Tears of calm streamed down her face as Emmanuel held her to him.

"No one else is with us?" Emmanuel asked his brothers who looked in awe as Frances held their little brother with all of her might.

Samuel shrugged, "If they are, they aren't budging. You know as well as we do that half of them are on his side and the other half just don't want to die."

Thomas put his finger to his lips, "Listen.."

Frances closed her eyes as she listened for the coming of her sisters. She could hear them, she could feel them.

"He lured them back here," Emmanuel growled, "That asshole... "

As if the entire village had turned into a battlefield, people from sides began filtering out of the woods, the houses, coming in from the treetops. The incubi and succubi fought against the Soul Coven as the group in the little hut watched and waited for the right time.

"Devonia! Keira! Josette! Ruth!" Frances squealed, "Oh thank the gods they're alive!"

Samuel gawked at the little witches tossing his siblings left and right like brittle twigs.

"Damn.. they can fight!"

Frances wiggled free of Emmanuel and watched out the window as her coven fought for her, for her baby.

"We have to help them, Manny. We, -"

"Emmanuel! Show your miserable face to me, son. Have you seen what's going on here all for that whore? Going against your family for a trollop witch who can barely hold her own on the battlefield? The naive little bitch who had you wrapped so tight around her little finger that you're thinking with your cock? "

Lucien continued to rant and rage while the group stayed as patient as possible.

"He's trying to lure us out. He couldn't get to Frances because she is stronger than what he's saying," Samuel relayed to the room,"He's always tried it this way. "

"I'm going out, " Emmanuel said,"I can't let this go on and he's boring the piss out of me. "

"Manny!" Frances held onto him and tried to reason,"We go together or we don't go at all. "

Thomas, Samuel, Robert, Reginald and Emmanuel agreed. This wasn't just Emmanuel's fight, this was everyone's fight.

"Go out slowly and don't hesitate to kill, " Emmanuel told them as they opened the door to pure carnage and a smiling Lucien who stood yards away from them, his arms spread wide open.

"Sons! And my bitch... " he smirked at Frances who wiggled her finger, tossing Lucien back a few feet.

"Take them down!" Emmanuel cried out as he watched Reginald poke out one of his sister's eyes and Robert bite off the fingers of another,"Frances.. FRANCES!! "

Frances was already running towards Lucien, battling him harder than she'd ever fought anyone in her young life. Emmanuel did the same, feeding off of her sorcery and adding his own along the way.

Lucien wasn't much of a match for them, but he fought hard as his powers floored Frances a few times and threw Emmanuel into a spin every couple of steps.

Lucien's greying hair and black eyes made him look exactly like the villain he was. He watched as his children were killed one by one, but then he gasped when a few of them turned on their own.

"You've done enough evil for a million lifetimes, Lucien! It's time to go to Dark Realm!"

One hit in the jaw by Emmanuel and his father flew back, knocking over a few witches who took to chanting their death spells over him. Frances rushed up beside them to do the same, but Emmanuel pulled her out of the way.

"He's mine to kill!"

Both Lucien and Emmanuel grabbed each other's throats, squeezing the life out of each other. He didn't see the father who'd ever been good or the man who'd ever taken care of him.

No, Emmanuel saw the evil demon Lucien was and Lucien didn't see his son. He saw a useless piece of shit who couldn't perform the jobs properly.

As if Frances was watching a nightmare play out, she stepped forward to help her beloved, chanting upwards as Lucien and Emmanuel crashed into the ground again.

Gasping, Lucien lay there, laughing maniacally as he stiffened.

Devonia stood over him and spit at his side, "Does that feel good, Lucien? I hope this is slow."

"Manny?!" Frances crawled over to Emmanuel who lay mere feet from his dying father, "Manny?! Get up! Please! Get up!"

Emmanuel smiled up at her as he heard his father take his last breath.

"I love you!" Frances sobbed, trying to heal him as fast as she could, holding Emmanuel's hand and kissing him gently.

Emmanuel gazed up at her and smiled.

"I love you, Frances....tell Eliza I'll be waiting for her when she's called home.. "