I had started doing a painting inspired by Alyssa Hamilton. I saw her as a very pure soul and as a credit to Woelke I incorporated her roses into my work. In the end I had painted a very beautiful rose fairy spreading beauty into the concrete jungle of a futuristic city. I was done with the basic idea and getting the scribbles by the time it was dinner time. I was surprised as I hadn't heard Ezra stir all day but when I was cooking he came to look for me.

 "Beautiful Mia, where are you?" Ezra called from the second floor. I smiled hearing him. I paused thinking of surprising him. I was making dinner but I had a trick up my sleeve.

 "Ooh Darling, won't you come to me?" I called to him. I quickly hid behind the partition so that if he came in from the main room I could attempt to scare him. I heard him coming down the stairs but then it got quiet. Confused I peeked around the corner and saw nothing. As I began to turn back I was surprised as Ezra pulled me into him from behind me.

 Ezra had an appetite and it wasn't just for food. I could feel his excitement and we began to make love right there as I was barely dressed and Ezra only had on a shirt. Wrapped up in each other I forgot about the meal I was preparing. Still wrapped in Ezra I started to smell a burning smell and rushed over to the stove. I had luckily turned the food to low but the bottom of the dishes were almost inedible. Ezra laughed as I plated us food.

 "Well I made us food," I said in my defense. Ezra looked at me with a guilty and mischievous look.

 "I'm sorry guess I was a little thirsty," Ezra apologized. I laughed and we ate a happy meal with each other. Ezra cleaned up downstairs then whisked me away upstairs where we didn't make it out of the restroom, finishing what we started downstairs. I fell asleep exhausted from my day on the plush bath carpet me and Ezra had landed on. 

 The next morning I awoke wrapped in a silky kimono and being cradled by Ezra. I enjoyed the peace of the moment with him. When he woke up he gave me a good morning kiss, made us breakfast, and then left for work. I enjoyed a day in my home with loud music and finished a few commissioned works from the month before the gallery show.

 In the next three months I slowly forgot about my kidnapping and settled into my new life as an actual artist. I did have small fame but I had enough funds flowing in I was able to buy myself a car. I got to see Luke with my new ride and showed him my new place. I had a small house warming party with the people in my life.

 In November, I was laying on my living room floor admiring the way the tiles of the floor reflected light on my paintings. I was finishing a second painting of my self titled Hamiltania Fairland series, for my next gallery and the first two would be a gift for Alyssa Hamilton and a birthday present for Woelke. I had filled my home with Woelke's roses and added small personal touches to my home.

 Bathing in the warmth of the sun I was happy, content with my life, but I just couldn't shake this feeling I had, an immensely ominous feeling, that made me feel like I should enjoy every moment I could of this peaceful bliss.

 In my calm state I was suddenly interrupted. The light reminded me of a heatless fire and my mind was flooded with memories. It took me a while to piece together that what I was seeing was what I saw when I was unconscious. I felt a pain in my head as though someone wanted me to remember and was showing me what it had happened to me before. In my mind I saw Ezra kneeling while cradling a small woman. I finally looked long and hard and realized it was me, but I was watching from a slight distance. Totally out of body like a longering soul. Ezra was pleading to a man behind a grand desk, the scene was full of an evil and menacing aura.

 "Father, please save my beloved! She saved my life and I owe her my life, but instead I took her life away! Father please give me the chance to return the favor I owe. I know that in the Demon realm we don't have debts with mortals or Nephilims, but she saved me and in turn she deserves my life, but I killed her," Ezra begged and raved. The ominous man behind the desk groaned and turned to look at Ezra and my limp body seemingly staring but in fact searching for any trace of life mortal or Nephilim. 

 "Parts of her soul lingers, her time is not yet finished and since you "owe her" a great debt..." the man declared and hesitated, then continued when it seems he had a fruitful idea, "I will help you but after this you either bring me home your heir to this throne or you stay out of the mortal realm until I feel like allowing you to return!" The man threatened and turned around. He transformed into a dragon with red horns and a body so black it almost looked blue.

  I know that dragon, I thought to myself in horror, that's the legendary Harbinger dragon named Tian Tzu. He was once the Heavenly Lord that killed Hades and took up his position as King of Hell! I felt tremendous fear. Ezra called him father. Ezra said he killed me. Ezra killed me. Ezra killed me! then bargained with the King of Hell to bring me back. It makes sense the hellish memories blur of a "life" I had before I tried to "kill myself" was never true, never real. I was killed and brought back to suffer at my killer and saviors hands. It tormented me for I truly loved Ezra but that betrayal was all I could see and the danger of my heart really shattering in his hands was not a future I wanted.