The girl stepped into the throne room, head held high and confidence practically pouring off her. Her emotionless face was swept clean of any feeling, for weakness and fear are sins among the Fallen.

She bowed, and the guards bowed back at the Fallen's best warrior. If they didn't show respect, they'd have their asses kicked into next week.

Fear.

That was the only emotion they'd have for the girl. Except, that she was totally hot. But, they were forbidden to think that way.

She bowed lower when she reached the throne.

"Alexander, I am ready for my next mission." she said, her voice clear and monotone.

The man grinned at his younger sister, an evil smirk adorning his handsome face.

"Your mission is to find the last of the Fallen."