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stilled.
    "He’s not just any warlock,
Kara," said Ariel. "He is the warlock, Wergoth, a creature born
from darkness and skilled with dark magic. As supernatural beings,
we angels have abilities beyond the mortal realm, but we do not
possess magic, especially dark magic. No ordinary angel can defeat
him."
    David whistled loudly. "So that rules
us out. What the heck are we doing here then? To play board games?
I’d kill for a game of Dungeons & Dragons right
now."
    Kara screwed up her face. "I don’t
understand. What do you mean we can’t defeat him? We have to! I
have to save my mother!"
    The archangel’s eyes
flashed ominously. "The warlock cannot be destroyed by any means we
possess. Soul blades, firestones, moonstones, or any other weapons
we use on demons, will not affect him. Only magic can defeat him."
    "And how are we supposed to get
magic?" asked Kara, fighting to stay calm.
    "Maybe if you’d stop asking stupid
questions, she would tell us," said the blond girl in a flat
voice.
    Kara glared at the girl across the
table. She wanted to slap her for being so impertinent. Before she
knew what was happening, she stood up, her hands curled into
fists.
    "Kara!" whispered Jenny, her eyes wide
as she grabbed a hold of Kara’s arm and pulled her down. She shook
her head gently. "Don’t. Not now. She’s not worth it."
    "Oh...she’s worth it,"
whispered David. "I’d say she’s really worth it."
    A smile spread on the
girl’s face. "Did the famous Kara wish to say something to me?"
    "That’s enough, Ashley," said Ariel,
her lips pressed into a hard line. "There’s no need for that
now."
    Kara lowered herself back into her
seat and hid her trembling hands under the table. She was surprised
at her sudden outburst. Something about that girl made her hair
stand on end. She gritted her teeth and tried hard not to imagine a
fight.
    Ariel leaned forward. "Magic was what
defeated the warlocks long ago. The angels and white witches fought
side by side to destroy the last of the dark warlocks. And as the
mortal world evolved, the white witches died out—and their secrets
died with them."
    She folded her hands in front of her.
"And yet there is one who can help us. You must seek the help of an
old Cornish witch who goes by the name of Olga. She is the last of
the dark witches and over a century old. The legion knows that she
has been dabbling in the Dark arts for many years. You will find
her in the remote village of Boscastle, in Cornwall, in the United
Kingdom. The old witch is skilled in necromancy. Her charms, spells
and dark incantations make her the terror of the
village.
    "She alone holds the knowledge and the
means to destroy Wergoth. Your job is to convince her to fight with
us—to destroy the dark warlock once and for all."
    "Why do I get the feeling it won’t be
easy to convince her to help us," said Kara, reading Ariel’s
face.
    "Let’s just say witches and angels
haven’t always been allies. In fact, they hate us."
    Kara frowned. "They hate us? Why would
they? What happened?"
    Ariel shook her head and sighed. "It’s
a very long story, and we don’t have time to get into it. Olga is a
dark witch, which makes her extremely powerful and very dangerous.
She doesn’t care much for the Legion, and she despises angels. She
will not be easily persuaded. In fact, she has already killed five
field teams."
    David and Kara shared a
look.
    Ariel paused and glanced
around the table. "But because her magic is the only thing that can
destroy the warlock, it is a risk we must take. We know the warlock
plans to perform a ritual with the souls he’s collected, but we are
ignorant as to what kind of ritual. He will use the longest night
of the year to perform this rite. We cannot allow it to
happen. If he is
not defeated by the winter solstice, then all the mortals whose
souls he has stolen will die. Their souls will be destroyed
forever."
    " When’s the
winter solstice?" asked Kara.
    " December
twenty first."
    Kara wanted