Daniel's Dangerous Dynasty

It is now common knowledge that the remaining three horsemen are still at work, and that their strings are being pulled by an unknown figure nicknamed "Legion". With he and his family under maximum security, Daniel must accept that, eventually, they can't just hide forever.

To say Daniel was a nervous wreck would be an understatement. He sat on his couch; his legs shaking. His eyes were fixated on the TV, and more news reports of the mysterious famine within the state were emerging.

Several footsteps were heard behind Daniel, and he turned to face the cause of them.

Several men and women were in his house, clad in camouflage armor and carrying assault rifles in their arms. Among them, however, were Demons and Imps alike, who were each clad in Hellish Armor.

Ever since the mysterious murder of Miss Pamela, Mina sent several of Hell's Guards to watch over Daniel and his home, while the local members of the United States Army tipped in a few of their soldiers to aid their allies in this pressing matter. All of which were Pinkie Sworn to not start any trouble with the angel that also stood guard for Daniel.

Though the Soldiers of Hell were reluctant at first, they quickly found the angel to be a useful asset, and for once in their lifetimes, Angel and Demon were on the same side.

His house was surrounded by makeshift outposts, sandbags filled to the brim with salt, and numerous salt circles surrounding his house. Demonic and Angelic symbols and portals were scattered here and there within his yard. Snipers kept watch on the towers and his rooftop, while Soldiers of various race and species marched around on the floor level.

On the occasional event that a Demon would need to cross a salt ring, they'd have a human soldier there to brush a small fraction of it to break the circle, and reform it once said demon passed by.

Death was driving Despair around the house, keeping an eye on the perimeters from outside the rings, with a radio installed in the center dashboard. He kept speaking to Daniel through it.

Daniel looked at his HAM Radio that the soldiers provided him. It was set to their own private frequency, and hooked up in his living room, near the TV.

"Still no signs of 'em... but if he comes, we'll be ready!" Death's voice rang out from the radio. He was not as bright and chipper as he usually was this time. But then again, when his only friend's life was threatened, he knew that it was time to get serious.

"Gotcha... thanks, Death. Thanks, everyone." Daniel replied.

He sat there staring at the TV for a bit longer, before sighing and placing the remote on the Coffee Table. "Dammit... now it just feels like I'm in jail... again."

Daniel then looked over at the human soldiers that came inside, switching shifts, and asked, "Hey, mind if I step out for a bit? I, uh... I just need some fresh air."

The soldiers looked at each other, then frowned, shaking their heads.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Until your safety is confirmed, you have to remain indoors at all times." the one on his left said.

Daniel sighed, then slouched back on his couch. "Ugh... figures... well, can I at least look out the window?"

He looked at the curtains, which were boarded shut for good measure.

Again, they shook their heads. "I'm sorry, but if he gets a visual on you, his powers could potentially reach you, as well."

Daniel groaned and looked back at the TV. "Well... can I at least play my games?"

The soldiers looked at each other, then back at him. "Of course, Your Majesty. If it can help ease your worries."

He nodded his head and switched on his new Xbox. To his dismay, though, he would only be playing it by himself this time.

Without Death by his side, it would only keep him entertained for so long.

"Tower One, all clear. Over." came the first sniper's voice, as he radioed the team.

From Tower Two, the sniper echoed, "Tower Two, all clear. Over!"

"Rooftops are clear. Over!" came the sniper at the roof.

"South Streets are clear. Over!" Death radioed.

"Is... is this thing on? How does it function?" Caim called out. Several groans filled the air.

"Alright, who gave the angel the radio? And Caim, you have to say Over at the end of your broadcast! Over!" Death said with a deadpan.

Tower One took another drink of his water canteen before looking through his scope once again.

Then, out of nowhere, he saw a blue car racing down the street in a hurry. It stopped short of their house, and a troubled-looking black-haired young adult girl ran out of it, dressed in a dark sleeveless shirt and dark purple pants. The sniper lifted his hand up to his radio as soon as he saw her looking towards the house.

"TOWER ONE TO BASE! WE HAVE A VISUAL!"

The girl ran up to the fenced-in house and was screaming the whole way. Armed soldiers rushed out, weapons raised, until they heard her cries.

"HELP! PLEASE! S-SOMEONE! H-HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!" she screamed, as tears fell from her eyes.

The soldier leading the group lifted his hand and twirled his finger around, issuing them to rally his way. Then he approached her, lowered his weapon, and held a hand out for the others to hold their position.

She fell on the ground and held her hands up, begging them, "P-please! Y-you have to believe me!"

The leader lowered his mask and approached her quickly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's going to be alright, ma'am. You're safe with us here."

She shook her head at him and placed her hands on his. "N-no! Nowhere is safe!"

"Ma'am, you can trust us. We're here to help. Now, what is it you saw?" the leader asked.

She took several deep breaths before replying, "I-I... I was just watering my garden, when s-suddenly the plants just started dying r-right in front of me!"

The leader's eyes widened, and he turned towards his squad. They each looked towards one-another, and approached her a bit more closer at the leader's gesture.

"Ma'am, what else did you see?"

She started to cry again, before shaking her head. "I-it... it was... a man. H-he was just... s-standing there, s-staring at me!"

"Can you describe this man for us, please?" the leader asked.

She nodded her head quickly. "H-he was pale and thin... a-and wearing a... a brown jacket, and... a-and blue jeans. A-and he had these... t-these eyes..."

"What about his eyes, ma'am?"

"They... t-they were glowing! And they were green!"

The leader nodded his head. "Did he hurt you?"

She shook her head. "N-no sir. M-my boyfriend ran up to him, and... he shot at him with his rifle, but... the bullets just bounced right off! One of them hit him in the shoulder, and he dropped his gun, then told me to run."

"Where was this?" he asked her.

She pointed at the road where her car was, and replied, "5555 Diamond Ridge Road. P-please hurry! P-please save my poor Tony!"

The leader nodded his head and helped her to her feet, then motioned for his group to follow him, as he helped her to Daniel's house.

When they reached the front porch, the leader told her to stay put. He knocked on the front door, and Daniel answered it.

"Hey, any news?" Daniel asked, before looking to the side, where he stared at the girl in shock.

"Wait... Darla?!"