‘This city is theirs not yours.’
‘How many people have you brought in Alena? How many have they killed? More important how many have you killed?’
‘Not as many as you.’
‘I’m Satan’s child.’
‘So am I.’
‘You are part of me.’
‘No I’m not!’
‘You are. You just haven’t realized it yet. Shall we give those guys a run for their money?’
‘Get bent you freak!’
Damien grabbed Alena pulling her towards him, placing his lips on hers kissing her as she struggled to set himself free from him.
Her friend’s evved as he continued kissing her, kissing her harder and harder. Exodus and his friends shot forward only to be forced back.
Damien pulled away from Alena, she lay limp in his arms. ‘She is mine. You can not take her away from me. I will take her and this city. It was once my father's now it shall be mine.’
‘You’ll be fighting us for it first. This city is the city of the dead not the living.’
‘Fine. I’ll take you all to hell!’