Sorry the ending kind of sucks, I had to write the last little bit in only 5 or so minutes XDDD Enjoy!

After the briefing, Maia decided that the first thing she needed was the perfect outfit for the mission. Of course, when trying to seduce a boy back to the Dark side, you needed something to lure them in, didn't you?

"I'm thinking something that is sexy, but also not so eye catching that it gives it away, you know?" Maia said to Leela, staring at her closet in thought. "Too slutty and he might guess what I'm up to."

"Carita, I don't think he care if you're showing a little bit more leg than usual," Leela laughed as she held up the tiniest skirt known to demons, "but you're right. One outfit could change the entire outcome of the mission."

Maia bit her lip, turning her head to the side as she studied her wardrobe thoughtfully. "I think I know what may work."

She pulled out a tight black top that had the words "bad girl" written all over it, ripped shorts, and a studded leather jacket. She found her best boots with very high heels, and staring at the ensemble laid out on her bed, she nodded happily.

"Girl. I need to borrow this," Leela commented as she held up an incredibly skimpy nightclub dress. "What the hell do you get up to on Earth anyway?"

"Ha, you don't want to know," Maia winked as she took off her original outfit. Pulling the new top over her head, she tried not to muck up her hair. "I really think that angels believe demons just wreck human's lives and mess with their heads. Yet we like to party just as hard as them!"

"You a bit more than usual," Leela laughed. She studied her nail polish as she waited for Maia to finish changing her outfit. "But it's true. Our nightclubs here are just as good as the ones up in Heaven, except that whole 'peace, love, unity, respect' scene bores the shit out of us."

"Demons don't rave, we just dance and get fucked," Maia giggled. The demoness rushed over to her dresser and made sure her appearance, hair and makeup was up to standard, and turned around to face Lola. "Perfume. I don't have any."

"That's because you stink of sulphur, carita. Perfume only works when you're materialised," Leela pointed out logically. What she was saying was true.

"Yes, you're right. I don't think Brice would care too much about it anyway," Maia grinned. She struck a pose like a supermodel. "How do I look?"

"You look like the demon girl who's about to tempt a fallen angel back to Hell," Leela grinned. "Go break a leg. Rules. Or whatever you can find."

Maia laughed and grabbed her bag as she waved to her friend, sprinting out of her dorm room as fast as she could.

The Opposition's headquarters had certainly increased in activity since Maia had just been there. It turns out that a porthole opening had been spotted in second century England, so agents were being deployed as fast as possible.

However, Maia's mission was a lot more in depth than just aiding humans in their quest for blood in a war.

Confidently, she strode through the main hall with a bit of a bounce to her step, psyching herself up and preparing. All it took was just one thing to completely change the outcome - she was going to make sure everything would go to plan.

As one of her fellow agents practised shape-shifting in the lobby, Maia laid eyes on Rufio, her other soul-mate and best friend.

She quickly waved at him, flashing a bright smile. He returned the gesture, and continued talking to a time technician.

"Maia! Come this way please," one of the staff called out to her, and she obediently followed, adjusting her outfit and making sure all was correct. "So what time period am I actually going to?" she questioned curiously as she was led to the portals.

"We have found that Brice is currently situated in twenty-first century London. He's doing missions after the famous bombings, just usual Earth Angel vibe-boosting business," Alex, one of her favourite time staff, joined in. "If he was on a GA module, I would probably say this would be far more difficult."

"This is turning out perfect," Maia mused, a broad smirk upon her lips. She patiently waited as the other time techs made sure her portal was all fixed and ready. Unlike Heaven's time system, Hell's was far more "rattly."

"All set!" one of the demons called out, and Alex made a polite sweep of his hand towards the sliding doors.

Blushing a very light pink, Maia accepted the courtesy and stepped into the glass box that would soon send her up to Earth. She rifled through her bag and found her iPod, quickly shoving the buds into her ears. After fiddling with the device for a few seconds, her favourite Earthly death metal band pumped into her. Ahh, the Satanic sound was so soothing to her.

Subconsciously without her realising it, her foot began to tap to the beat of the song. The foul lyrics helped calm her down, her face taking on the appearance of death.

The doors shut with a mechanical whoosh, and the LED hologram on it began counting down from ten to one.

With the last number, and a brief moment of weightlessness, Maia was rocketed into the area between space and time. The helter-skelter journey was nothing new to her, since Maia was old enough for missions, this had been her job. It still wasn't exactly pleasant.

Cosmic strands twirled around her portal in the vortex, as if a mixture between DNA and negative film. On each strand showed a picture, a specific scene of a moment in Earth's history.

The outside celestial universe fizzed with red-coloured electricity, the black, tar-like feeling of POD vibes slowly leaving Maia's senses. She was closing in.

"Well Brice," she said to nobody in particular, "it's time to get your mind and body truly fucked up by the Dark side."

Smiling almost wickedly, she looked at her surroundings one last time, before being thrown at one historical picture, everything around her melting away.

The place the portal touched down on was nothing really that spectacular. It was inner city London, the kind of area where teen gangs liked to hang and deal drugs. Oddly enough, Maia's first vibes she got from Earth were something of familiarity.

Her cruel, green eyes stared around her, setting her sights on a beautifully blooming rose.

Taking in a quick breath, she sent a river of deep onyx vibes from her fingertips. Tendrils gently touched the flower, slowly wilting it and destroying its perfect smell and health. All that remained now was the stem, a lifeless brown-coloured stick. Currently being de-materialised had it's up-points.

Smiling happily, she dusted off her hands, and hugged her leather jacket closer to her body. It wasn't much, but one flower dying could send a Creation Angel into a frenzy.

The sky was a dreary grey, sleet and snow being trodden onto the cement footpath. Winter was a fabulous time for POD agents, they liked to mainly attack homeless people and orphaned children. Those without provisions and shelter sucked up the vibes, drinking it in as if it would help them. Oh how wrong they were.

Although, in Maia's mind, she did consider it helping. Demonic delusion made her believe that for every human doing their dirty work, the Opposition was one step closer to winning. It was just common logic.

Once again looking around as to where she was, she landed upon a sign in a store window. Al's Butcher Shop - Park Hall, London.

When she read it in her mind, a shiver ran up her spine, the familiar vibes reappearing. What was up with this place?

"Maybe it's cause Brice is here. I could possibly be picking up on his vibes, if he's close enough to me," Maia mused, pursing her lips in thought. Yeah, that must be it.

The first step was to acclimatise to her surroundings. Even demons could get overloaded with Earthly senses, so 'tuning' them out would help keep their mind from going insane.

After that process had been done, and the sounds of London melted from her mind, she fluffed up her hair and started casually walking down the street. Demon intuition would lead her straight into Brice's path.

She got her iPod out from her bag again and switched it to a band called Napalm Death. "Now this is what I call music," she said out aloud, bobbing her head to the beat of the music.

With her clothes and thick, dark make up, she truly looked like a demon who wanted to seduce every male she saw. Which is why when an Earth angel spotted her and looked repulsed and yet still checked her out as she went past, Maia couldn't help but laugh.

A little 'zing' inside of her told her that Brice was getting closer. Within two minutes of this happening, a high school came into view.

It was a pretty ordinary building, tall and a boring grey colour that nearly matched the sky. The only colour it had was graffiti scrawled all over it, obviously done by the rebellious teenagers who were students there. She saw two guys by the rusty gates, sharing a packet of tablets between them, looking incredibly shady underneath their hoodie's. Their empty eyes showed they were under the influence of POD vibes and the ecstasy high. Immediately Maia took a liking to this part of London.

And there he was. In his grungy Astral Garbage shirt, jacket, and jeans with looped chains, the bleach-blonde guy was standing with a disappointed expression on his face. He was trying to push angelic vibes into the drug-taking teens, but the PODs had them so much it kept on deflecting.

"You know, this place is kind of awesome, if you're a demon," she giggled quite girlishly as she came up behind him.

Instantly Brice turned around, putting his fists up in a battle pose. His angelic radar was firing up, ringing every alarm bell possible in his mind.

This made Maia laugh again, holding up her hands in a mercy plea. "I come in peace, no need to destroy me just cause I'm the Opposition," she winked in a charming way. 'Randomly' flicking her hair ever so gently, she walked a few steps closer to him. "So what are you doing in this total hellhole anyway?"

Brice narrowed his eyes as he stood his ground. No way would he show Maia that she was currently unnerving him. "And what are you playing at, sweetheart?" he asked her, quite cautiously.

Maia was filled with glee as she watched his eyes. His pupils dilated as he took in her full outfit, his eyes slowly travelling up and down his body. So it seemed Brice, even though he knew full well she was a demon, didn't mind checking out a good piece of meat in front of him.

"There's no game, Brice." She walked over to the school gates and leaned against it delicately, crossing her legs to accentuate her form. "I was sent on a mission here to do something, screw with a few humans. You know the deal."

He was still incredibly wary as to what Maia was doing, but he relaxed only slightly. Being an ex-fallen angel, he knew all the tricks of the trade. "Is it a coincidence that you're stalking Mel's old school?" he asked her casually.

This made Maia stop. Brice recognised shock on her face, she obviously didn't know the history of Park Hall. "Are you serious?" She looked around at the students, who were now filing out of the building for break time. She laughed it off, that infectious giggle of hers reminding Brice so much of Mel. "Well, they certainly didn't tell me that. All they said was 'Maia, go HERE and do our bidding!'"

Her imitation of the Opposition staff made Brice chuckle. She sounded quite like them. "Sweetheart, it's the Power. Don't think they wouldn't leave important information out if they thought you may not take the mission."

Maia pouted sexily, her green eyes sparkling. He was so at ease with her, she was really enjoying this. "Are you saying I'm not a loyal demonic agent?" she joked, giving him a sly little wink. "Nah, I'm just kidding around with you."

Unlike other angels, Brice didn't mind being this close to a demon. Because he had already lived in the Hell dimensions, his mind and body had built up immunity to POD vibes, they didn't make him as sick as they would someone else. "I know you are, why else would you try to destroy one of my closest friends." His statement caused his expression to darken as he once again looked at Maia, moving a few steps away from her.

She tilted her head, cocking her eyebrow slightly at his reaction to his own words. "You don't trust me, do you?"

"Point A - you're a demon, I'm an angel. You do the math, love."

"Come on, do you really think I'm going to hurt you?" Maia smirked as she twirled her brunette hair around her finger. She was trying to distract him, leading his eyes to a certain part of her figure. "You're an ex-demon and a guy. You could throw me onto the ground in an instant." Oh I wish you would right now.

Brice rolled his eyes, letting out a breath in a sort of half-laugh. "Double entendre, much. But in answer to your question, no, I know you wouldn't. Would I put it past your little hoard of lustful male demons who follow you around like pups? Probably not either. I don't fancy getting my ass kicked because I happened to have a teeny chat with you." He walked away from Maia towards the school entrance doors, leaving the girl slightly taken aback at his response.

"Little hoard of lustful male demons?" Maia quoted as she followed him, her eyes widening as he didn't even bother to turn around. "Come on Brice, it's just you and me here. Did anyone tell you it's rude to walk out on a conversation?"

"It is, but rules are different when both are from different sides of the cosmic fence," Brice pointed out, turning around to face her for just a few moments. "Now I shall leave you to go do what I was assigned to do - reverse what you and the other PODs are doing to these kids." With that, he de-materialised right in front of her, obviously to another area of the school.

Maia paused, trying to replay what just happened in her mind. How did it go from good to sour so quickly? She blew a piece of hair away from her eyes. This mission was going to be a helluva lot harder than she thought.