The weapon. That’s what I am. In hiding, I plan to stay under my rock to keep from becoming what might as well be the one-man version of the apocalypse. Heaven and Hell hunt me, seeking me for their own gain. Well, too bad for them. I don’t want the title of Doomsday. I’ll keep making peace by bringing in the bad apples that do more harm than good. And no, I won’t do this to serve Heaven. The pearly gates can kiss lower than my backside. Creating justice on Earth is just me trying to keep my home clean. Of course, some prick lands on my path, changing my course.

Remember that prick? I’m pretty sure he’s out to get me. It’s like he subconsciously knows who I am, and without trying, he is about to expose me. Blah. This was why I liked my bubble of perfection with just my uncles and Mel having access. Though, as more of the mystery unravels, I notice my best friend might be hiding something from me too. Nothing ever adds up in our supernatural world. But I still had a job to do, and a succubus to save. Too bad more enemies revealed themselves the deeper I dove into the mystery.

Time didn’t move for immortals, but I still wasn’t one. And my clock began ticking down for my safety, if I wanted to stay this way. My heart was trying to blind me into believing we could be safe with those she took a liking to. But I knew better. This reasoning was why the brain controlled the body. Logic and survival boded better than following my heart. So, why had I stuck around this long?

The change came. Many of us assumed it meant one thing, but I guess the twists weren’t done appearing. I had a lot on my plate with the new powers of my immortality, but anything with greatness in its sails came with a pretty price tag. My new powers weren’t any different. Was I willing to pay the price in order to save everyone I loved?

His angelic end was the true beginning to his devil's beginning. Lucifer needed us more than ever. With so much on the line, how was I going to sort the priorities of my heart vs. the ones to save the world? Being chosen for something greater didn't seem all that fair when it cost you your own happiness to achieve it. If I wanted the best outcome for both, I knew I had one option. I had to hurry.

Everything always came to a head. This war would be no different. Something always sat in the balance when people marched into battle. Mind tended to revolve around my freedom. This time, I wasn’t warring for myself. No, I found the purpose of my conflict to be for someone I loved too much to lose. Would fighting for this cause cost me more than I bargained for, or would the scales finally tip in my favor? Either way, my decision was made. I’d putting everything on the line for the devil’s soul.