The young girl had been standing at the side of the door way listening to all that happened. She seemed to be a child no more than twelve, but yet in her eyes flashed the wisdom of an goddess.

Her hair was black, straight and fell to the middle of her back in a loose braid. Her eyes were a deep dark blue, almost like an abyss in ocean waters. Her tan skin gave the impression of being of indian decent. She wore a long black hooded robe which seemed to flow behind her like a river of black. A large silver amulet containing a black jewel hung about her small neck, giving an almost humorous impression, had it not been known who she was. She was Kalika, the goddess of death, rebirth and wisdom, and all feared her.

Her father, coincedentally was Lucifer, but that was only for genetics sake. She was an avatar, goddess born in human form for one reason and one only: to destroy all life. Having such a purpose for living gave her great power and both sides in the coming war wanted her for their use. She had given them an ultimatum, who ever comes up with the best payment will have my assistance. However, the only problem with that is no one had a good enough offer. So why was she hanging around the city....