A few hours passed since Brooklyn arrived in the year 1003 AD. Brooklyn considered all of his options as Demona watched him for any reaction to what she had said. Demona was known only as the Queen of the Gargoyles because she had not yet been named by Macbeth. He was still considering her offer and playing back the last conversation they had in his mind when Demona suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

"So, what's it going to be my friend? Will you help me save our kind now and maybe prevent the horrible future that I apparently cause?" Demona asked as Brooklyn studied the old portrait. He remembered the day they posed for it, and how happy they all were the day before the refugees arrived at Castle Wyvern.

"How can I possibly trust you. I know that you made a deal with the Captain to let the Vikings take over Castle Wyvern." Brooklyn growled.

"You say that I told you about that. So, you should also know that he was supposed to protect us that day, and that it was he that allowed the Vikings destroy our brothers and sisters." Demona informed him.

"We know about all of that, but we're also aware that you didn't trust him and hid in a cave below the castle." Brooklyn's vision began to blur as tears stung his eyes. "You could have warned them. You could have warned us."

"I know… I've had to live with the memory of what I've done every single day." Demona put her head in her hands and tried to think. "From what you've told me I gather that something inside me breaks in the future, but what if we can stop that?"

"We don't even know what that is." Brooklyn replied. "You never felt like sharing that bit of information with us." He added sarcastically.

"In the year you're from is Goliath okay?" Demona asked hesitantly.

"Oh, that's right. You're still in love with him." Brooklyn chuckled.

"Of course, I love him. He's my mate and we've been bonded until the end of time." Demona replied. Brooklyn stared at her and remembered why he used to envy Goliath. He had always had a crush on her before the clan had been frozen in stone.

"It's just that…well, in the future you leave the clan because Goliath meets a human woman that he becomes friends with, leading us all to fight each other for years." Brooklyn informed her.

"That's not possible." Demona said in shock. She stood up and paced back and forth. "We swore that we would be together forever and…and…how could he do this to me?" Demona felt her body going numb and she sat back down. She began to sob, and Brooklyn began to feel bad for his old friend.

"We're going to change all that right?" He asked her as he handed her the portrait. She looked at it for a moment and kissed her fingertips before she touched it to the image of her beloved.

"Time isn't easily changed. I tried and that's what led to the clan's downfall." Brooklyn gave her a confused look and she sighed deeply.

"When the Phoenix Gate first came into my future-self's hands I apparently went back in time to warn myself that Goliath would be the fall of our clan. After that I sought out an alliance with the Arch-Mage to become powerful enough to stop the destruction, but as we know now I destroyed us." Brooklyn began to pity her as he saw tears running down her cheeks.

"We will fix it. You and I will find out where things went wrong and then we will make things right." Brooklyn took her hands in his own as he looked into her eyes. "You will be back with the clan. That I promise you."

"We need to win this war first." Demona wiped her eyes and led Brooklyn out of the cell. They walked towards a large map the gargoyles had hung on the wall. "As you can see by the amount of dragon marks on this map Constantine and the Hunter outnumber us. Our only chance is to use stealth and the few human allies we have to take out as many of their number as we can."

"If only I could make a bomb or bring weapons back from the future." Brooklyn thought out loud.

"No, that would screw up the timeline further. We're going to need to do this ourselves. Now, if I am alive in the future than one of two things obviously occurs. Either we win or I ran away." Demona advised him.

"The gargoyle I tried to save. What are they doing to her?" Brooklyn asked and Demona remained silent for a moment before she responded.

"They are trying to create a half-breed gargoyle human." Demona advised him. Brooklyn stared at her in shock. "Yes, my friend. They are violating our females and using mages to try to create something unnatural"

"We need to stop them." Brooklyn said. The thought of what was being done sickened him and he knew that he had to help put an end to it.

"There were far too many of them down there. We will get reinforcements soon and then we will attack, but we need to plan it carefully because they will still have the greater numbers." Demona advised him.

"How do they keep her under control? I don't understand why she doesn't kill several of them." Brooklyn asked curiously. Demona paled and her skin crawled at the thought of what they were doing.

"They find a lone female gargoyle and knock them unconscious if it isn't daylight and they are already stone. Then during the daylight hours, they cut off the hands and feet making them helpless." Demona growled deep in her chest and her eyes burned red. "They then violate her repeatedly. Several soldiers at a time would do unspeakable things to her. When the magic from the spells takes hold and she has an egg they wait for it to hatch. Every time there has been nothing but puss." Demona slammed her fist on the table and put all her weight on it to avoid falling to the floor.

"That's terrible." Brooklyn said quietly.

"After the failure the humans then torture then, violate them poor females again, and then kill them in very slow and agonizing ways." Demona began to cry and she sat down in the closest chair to her.

"How do you know all this?" Brooklyn asked suspiciously.

"Our mage shows me every night. This is what I need you to help me stop my friend." Demona looked at him with pleading eyes as tears ran unhindered down her cheeks.

"We will put a stop to this. I swear it." Brooklyn swore and held Demona close to him. She began to cry on his shoulder until the sun rose freezing them in stone.