Ilsa was thinking that she should go and steal more stars. Her powers were nearly depleted not like when she was in Hell where her father, Lucifer resided and the place was like a hotspot of power. She wasn’t interested in ruling Hell and she took great pride in her guild, her family, and harvesting the stars gave them an advantage when raiding supplies.

Come to think of it, as she looked at her newfound family, they were looking pretty thin lately so she would encourage them to exercise and run laps. She prided herself not only as the only half-demon, half-witch of the group but as the fastest runner.

Nate could trick anyone, the 15-year-old sometimes nearly bested her with his charm and innocence. Last time he weaselled 5 coins out of a wealthy couple by posing as a innocent boy who needed help.

She laughed a little at the memory. Yes, life wasn’t as good as it could have been if she accepted being the heir of Hell but hell, she wouldn’t have traded her friends for anything.