"NO!" I yell, rushing towards the woman and taking her down. In my intoxicated state, I can't fight as good as I could sober. I punch her. Once. Twice. "You killed him!" I scream, punching her for a third time.

Scott! Stop. You're only making her-

She flips us, cutting Mitch off, and starts laying punches everywhere she can reach. "So what Mitchell?!" Punch. "You aren't in control of this stupid vessel?!" Punch. "Or are you this out of practice?!" Punch.

Mitch. It hurts. It's hurts so much.

Punch.

Make it stop. Please.

Punch. "This flimsy vessel is a poor excuse for a man." Punch.

Mitch!

"Just wait till I tell Bianca that I killed the infamous angel, Mitchell." Punch.

Mitch please! Make it stop!

"She'll have a fit! Throw a party big as Hell itself." She stands up, kicking me in the chest.

Whatever you need Mitchell! Just make it stop!

I'm sobbing. Tears streaming down my face. "Pathetic." The demon spits. She pulls the knife from behind her back and holds it over her head. "No!" I shout. "Mitch! Take control of me damnit!" I yell. This stops the demon in her tracks. She stares at me for a moment before a searing pain tears through my skull.

Then darkness.

~<•>~

Mitch's POV

I take a breath of fresh air through Scott's nose, letting my eyes glow blue with the amount of grace I am now able to use. "Megaera." I sneer, pushing her hand off of my body. I flash behind her, letting my wings stretch.

I stomp onto her throat, pinning her to the ground. She gasps underneath me, writhing desperately. I yank the angel blade from her hand and stab it into her chest, hearing the electricity crackling inside of her. I pull the blade out of her chest, ending her existence.

"Megaera!" A shout comes from behind me. I spin around to see the three male demons behind me. "Boys." I say, my inner sass coming out in the word.

Naomi never liked my sass. She always said that God always disapproved of sass and attitude, even though I have never seen Dad myself.

I grip the blade in my hand as the demons rush at me all at once, maybe hoping to overpower me. I laugh quietly. Silly demons. I stab one of them, electricity crackling. I pull out the blade, watching the demon fall to the floor. The blade is kicked out of my hand and I spin to see the other two demons, eyes pitch black.

I smirk, placing my hands to their foreheads and smiting them. The heat from their bodies scalds my, I mean, Scott's hands, but I heal them quickly. He probably hardly felt anything.

I look around the bar, seeing all the patrons of the bar staring at the dead bodies around my vessel. I meet the eyes of one man as his eyes flash blue before he disappears from sight. I look around at the horrified expressions before spreading my wings and leaving the building.

~<•>~

Scott's POV

My head hurts so much. I think as I try to sit up. I can't sit up though. What? I try to say. What the hell is going on?! I try to shout.

"Calm down Scott. It is okay." Mitch says. I actually sit up now without thinking about it. What the hell is going on Mitch?! I try to ask. And why the hell can't I talk?!

"Scott. Stop cursing. It is fine. I am just in charge of your vessel now." My heart stops. Not literally, obviously, but.

Wha...what?! I wanted you to save me! I don't want THIS! I shout.

"Well, Scott. Honestly, I don't care. You gave me permission and here I am. I don't have to give you back the reigns." Mitch responds. I'm taken aback. Where did the innocent, sweet angel go?

Mitch-

"It's Mitchell!" He booms. Oh, okay. Mitchell. Look. I want control over my body again. Please.

"No Scott. I like it too much."