Jacota sped through the trees in his human form, edging around the demons which ran in the opposite direction. Cordelia galloped behind him, trying to be as quiet as possible with her paws smashing into the ground. The demons aimed for the Rayson's house and it made Jacota's blood want to explode from every vein. They intended to kill his family, and he planned to put an end to the deaths piling up on their field.

The God of lightning could feel the tear and could see the flickering of black approaching through the trees. He slowed down and crouched by Cordelia's wolf who shifted back and pulled on the t-shirt from her cargo trousers. Having multiple pockets was useful.

"I need you to fight off the demon's while I focus on closing the tear," Jacota said, eyeing the many hell-hounds who plummeted through. The more he watched, the more he thought he could see fire every time a demon appeared. He sat back with shock, never thinking he would say what he was about to say. "The tear," he turned to Cordelia. "I think it leads directly to Hell."

The God of water held back her rain. She suddenly felt cold and shivery, despite it being a warm summer's night. "I don't like that. We should close it right now."

Jacota agreed. A tear that led to evil, pain and suffering had to be closed immediately. Hell punished those who deserved it, but he knew a lot of innocent souls would be there too, the ones that people like Kaiden used to catch.

"When this is all over, we should send Kaiden back to hell for an hour or two, so he can free all of the angel's souls that he captured. I can almost hear their screams."

Cordelia patted his shoulder. "Or we could make it our next mission to free the innocent and find a better ruler of hell, now that Lucifer is dead?" she suggested.

"We should leave that to the demons." The thought of entering hell didn't sit well with Jacota. His soul didn't belong there, and he would surely feel the rejection. "Ready?" he asked, nudging Cordelia with encouragement. It was a foreign feeling, being so confident; he hadn't shown a moment of weakness since the war began. Jacota knew if he started to doubt himself, the demon's would take advantage in a heartbeat.

"I'm ready." Cordelia turned into her wolf once again. Her Godly form created the biggest wolf demons had ever seen.

When Jacota exposed himself with lightning bolts in his hands, Cordelia charged towards the enemy, ready to defend her leader. She sucked the water from the earth and drowned those that lunged for her. Some started running in the direction of the house, not wanting to be a part of her magic.

Jacota's lightning bolts lit up the dark forest, painting the trees with their flickering yellow glow. To new demons, he looked crazy and ready to fight. They didn't know if they should run away or challenge his power. Jacota gave them no choice as he flung his electricity rope from his palm and wrapped it around a demon's waist. She screamed when it started burning her skin. He flicked her aside, knocking down more demons.

One tried to jump on Jacota's back, but Cordelia knocked him down with her telekinesis, then stuck the demon's head into the earth, suffocating him.

When Jacota approached the tear, the heat pouring from the slit was intense. The smell was foul like Lucifer's scent but twice as potent. He covered his nose with his forearm to prevent a gag and lifted his other hand to close it. A part of him was intrigued and curious about what Hell looked like, and a portion of him was terrified like his nightmares were coming true.

"Close it!" Miyu, the God of truth, yelled as she helped Cordelia ward off the hell-hounds.

Jacota stopped staring into the tear and started shrinking it before more demon's entered their world. The black hole evaporated in sync to his hand as it slowly turned to a fist. He could tell that demons were in the process of transporting to their world and would now be lost in the fabrics between the two places, but they were coming to kill his family. He had to remind himself that the demons they murdered could kill someone he loved if he took pity.

When the tear closed, he let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. His body ached from tensing, but he couldn't relax, not now, not until the fighting stopped.

Back at the field, Hunter was ruthless, fighting to kill in the most gruesome ways, tearing into skin, ripping apart demons with the strengths of his jaw and the sharpness of his claws.

Sam joined him because Hunter wasn't fighting smart. He wasn't watching his back, he poured his sorrow through his actions and fought dirty. Sam knew there was no reasoning with Hunter to calm down, not when he drowned in dejection.

Vinny and Oliver were approaching the middle of the field. Panuleon and Corey had told them about their plans to end the chaos. Connecting their powers might be their last hope. Rayvon and Luka followed them, taking any chance they could to attack any hell-hound that aimed for the angels.

The air was as dry as their throats, and a breeze is what Rayvon longed to feel. His shirt stuck to him from sweat. He was uncomfortable but ignored his discomfort to stay sharp and aware. Demons had put most of the torches out. Only three remained. Two on the left, and one on the right. They did a poor job of brightening up the field.

Oliver struggled to see, and if it weren't for the lights from the house, Vinny would need to protect him a lot more than what he had been doing for most of the night.

As the human ducked to grab a demon's sword from the ground, Vinny was pushed over him and landed heavily on his back. Oliver swung round, impaling the demon with the sharp metal. He was surprised by how heavy the sword was and had to use two hands to haul it from the grass.

The demon screeched in pain, lifting his own weapon in the air. Vinny was about to cover his face, seeing the hammer crashing down on his head and smashing his skull into a thousand pieces. Before the demon could move, a small animal threw itself into his face, sticking small pin like claws into his skin and biting his nose.

Oliver pulled the sword out and fell over, landing on top of his vampire. They watched Orin the cat scratch the man's face until he died from the wound in his back.

Gracefully, as if nothing happened, Orin walked over to Vinny and rubbed herself against his side.

"You got a death wish?" Vinny asked, picking her up and cuddling her. Orin purred and rubbed her head under his chin, feeling his warmth and his stubble.

"Thank's Orin." Oliver ran a hand down her back and along her tail. "That was a close one."

Vinny let Orin perch on his shoulder like a parrot and picked his soulmate up off the floor. When no demons were sneaking up behind them and trying to detach their heads from their bodies, the vampire noticed how the angels had formed a ring around them.

Panuleon was spreading the word about the prodigies coming together. The only way everyone could focus on their power was if they relaxed enough to find it. Kaiden and Milokan were pushed into the protective circle, so was Panuleon and Corey when there were enough angels to keep them safe.

"We wait for Jacota. Focus on your power. The angels gifted us with them from the day we were born!" Panuleon yelled over the clanking of metal from the demon's weapons.

The smell of death settled densely in the air. Milokan tried not to stand on a hand of the deceased, but bodies lay all around the field. Angels, demons, werewolves. There were too many to count, and somehow the ones that matter had stayed alive.

The prodigies were ready for the war, despite it happening a thousand years earlier. Nobody else was, and it made the young angel sad that they didn't warn others sooner. A strong arm around his waist comforted his depressed state. Kaiden locked their bodies together, thankful that the ones he loved were still alive.

"How do we find our power?" Kaiden asked. He had never summoned it before, neither had his soulmate.

"Look for it. You have to be calm. Maybe close your eyes and imagine it rising to the surface like you're pulling something out of water," Corey suggested.

Kaiden nodded. His heart was beating unnaturally fast. If Milokan weren't right next to him, he would struggle to calm himself. The angel's warmth was everything he needed.

Milokan, on the other hand, was starting to doubt himself. He had always been an outcast, even in heaven. He has always been weaker than angels because he was born from two people we were not soulmates. He wasn't a pure angel.

Kaiden could feel his doubt and held him tighter. "You can do this Milo. We have faith in you."

"I don't think I'm strong enough."

Luka, who stood next to Milokan, rested a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Of course you are," he whispered with a small smile. "You wouldn't be here otherwise."

Rayvon ruffled Milokan's hair and closed his eyes, searching for the power.

Jacota saw the circle of angels and ran towards it. Now that no more demons were entering their world, he started to believe that they had a chance.

The other Gods guided him through the crowd. They made a path for him, and the angels parted to let him through. As he reached the middle, Kaiden exposed his wings when he started to feel the power within him. Jacota raised his brows and stared in shock. Each gold feather shimmered and sparkled against the moonlight and the stars. He had never seen anything so beautiful, apart from Hunter when he was fresh out of the shower.

"Do we need your mate too?" Oliver asked.

Jacota searched through the crowd and spotted an Alpha wolf with purple markings. Hunter still fought like he had nothing to lose, but Sam was with him. For a moment, the God of lightning smiled at how the brothers remained together, helping each other in times of such despair. The Alpha and the Beta were meant to fight together in this war. Jacota knew they were safest by one another's side.

"No. We have enough people." He knew how to summon his powers, so he watched the other prodigies relax enough to invoke their own. Vinny was first to find his. Jacota could tell because his eyes were no longer an intense brown, but a delicate gold, swirling like liquid.

Luka was next, then Corey, then Oliver. Panuleon hadn't found his power before, but it didn't take long for him to feel it. When the only person left to search for it was Milokan, Jacota exposed his lightning bolts, and Oliver watched with fascination.

"Does it ever burn Hunter if he touches those?" the human asked.

Vinny quickly held his hand and shushed him. "Not the time." The vampire kissed his temple, and Oliver chuckled at himself. A war was happening around him, people were dying, blood was soaking the grass, yet he still managed to blab his mouth about something irrelevant.

Milokan then loosened up. The people around him were his friends, his family. They were counting on him to be strong, and so was Kaiden. The demon had come a long way; he couldn't be powerful without Milokan being powerful too.

Kaiden looked down at his angel when his strength intensified. Milokan's eyes slowly turned gold like everyone else, and he was ready.

"Hold hands and make our own circle," Jacota instructed, taking on the role of a leader. It started to feel natural the more he practised. He stood in the middle because his lightning bolts would burn those who were not Hunter, and looked up at the sky. "I don't know what we're doing, but I hope it works."

As the demons continued to cause mayhem in the Rayson's field, the prodigies grew enough power to end them once and for all.