(A/N: Sidenote- this is not the official cover! I'm working on it right now!)

"Shoot it!" The brunette boy, Dan, cries as the gun goes off. The vision of the faceless woman in front of them flickers out.
"Make a salt circle and get inside." Phil orders as he looks around. "And do not leave it at all costs."
The ghost threw Phil up against the wall, the gun falling out of his hands. The faceless woman had him by the throat then, and Phil fought against her magical grasp, struggling for air.
Dan's vision turned towards the gun, and he raced for it, loading it and firing it.

"But why stab Daniel? What did he do?"
Tyler looked around. He knew his little angel wasn't getting out, so why not?
"He's not entirely human, Zoë. His father was, that's not important. It was his mother... She was a demon. Not just a demon, a night of Hell. Abadawn."
"You must not get your feedback from Heaven anymore. You have no idea about Phil, either, do you?"
Zoë stared at him, trying to call his bluff. She'd known the King for years, but even now he seemed crazy. She knew he was telling the truth, but it was so far fetched. "What about Phil?"
Tyler rubbed his forehead in frustration. He knew these next few months were going to be difficult for him. "He's the son of an angel, and not just any angel." Tyler felt his heart drop as it finally sunk in.
Zoë shook her head, still lost. "Who?"
"Michael."

"I love you so much, Phil." Dan choked out, and with a final breath, stopped breathing.
A burst of uncontrollable energy raced through Phil's veins, and he rested his hand on Dan's palms. To Phil, he couldn't see the bright aura that surrounded him, or the way his eyes turned completely white. He couldn't see the blackness from Dan's aura collide with his own white one, and he couldn't see Dan's finger start to twitch.

"I sold my firstborn." She winced, like the words had cut her. She looked at the boys with tears in her eyes. "Please, boys, you have to save him for me." She begged, tears beginning to stream down her face. "Just save my baby boy."
Phil turned back to the angel. "What's his name, Zoë?"
She sighed and looked at her tea. "His name is Troye, and he is an angel of the Lord."

"I heard you, you know." He said, breaking the stone silence. Phil didn't react, so Dan continued. "About you loving me, no matter what."
"Why do you love the things that kill you?" Phil asked him, his steely silence broken by his curiosity. "You drink away pain to the point of alcohol poisoning." Phil remembered seeing the faint, staggered footstep on the floor of the bar, the same size and sole as Dan's shoe. "You accept beatings to the point of death." Phil saw the blood and bruises from the fight with the vamp left on his body, things Dan could've resisted. "You choose to love the the one person that will end up killing you." Phil laughed slightly, a sad smile across his face. "It's like you hate this life so bad you're ready to throw it all away."

As Dan drifted off to sleep, Phil glanced over at the boy. He was too sweet and innocent to be a demon. Or maybe he was too beautiful for Phil to care. Phil shook his head, turning to look back at the road.
He was greeted with the sight of headlights, a loud horn, and sudden blackness, the last thought on his mind being
Dan.