Our Story Part 5

Our Story part 5
-Our Story part 5 is the seventh installment to the Story Series
Author Fayt Hart
Editor Pupus Kun

"The air grows thick. Breath from the belly of the whale, and we are in the center of it all. To escape the core we must push forward to the end. Only obstacles lie ahead but we must push forward. We are tired, wounded and with heavy hearts we each choose where we lay down our souls for grabs to lure in the biggest catch of all. To end the journey we must end the one behind the scenes. He knows we're coming, he sees all our actions. Only a sheathed dagger, held behind our backs will surprise the eye of the watcher now.
Gathering what necessities we need to seal the gate; it's like a scavenger hunt during a war. Actually, that's exactly it. So many lost their lives, innocent and tainted lives alike. So much blood drip from our seemingly clean hands that only we see. Our blind eyes can ignore it only for so long before we realize lives we took were once innocent. We were all innocent once, now corrupted. A life is a life, there are no prices to be stamped on something so valuable. Even so, we must take lives to have new ones emerge. That is, however unfortunately, how the world works. When something ends, another begins. When this ends, new life begins."

"Thats the last entry 'til this is all over." Fayt closed his journal and puts it down beside him. "Its been a while, we must keep moving!" Ester said. Anann and Nalie got up with sad faces and took their things. "Yes, we must. Move forward. Only a few more obstacles to go." Fayt put his journal away and walked ahead. The group moves forward towards the castle for new obstacles and surprises to come to them. Ester carries a worried soul, for his beloved Lucy stayed behind with a vial Tainted by the name of Katrina Wince, whom they thought they'd slain before. Fear shakes Anann and Nalie, never before have they been in such a mess that costs high in lives. Fayt presses on, hesitant, second guessing himself. The morale of the group seems to be brought down by their unfortunate situation. But they all agreed to stay until the end. And it is the end that scares them all the most.

"How are the troops at the front gate holding up?!" yelled a commander to the near by trooper. "They're struggling to hold together! And the back gates already reduced to a fraction of what we put there! You don't think Fayt abandoned us do you?" he replied and asks. The commander yells back, "Fayt would never! Have faith in him!" An explosion at the east wall into the city broke and some soldiers flooded the way. "God damn! We need the mortars on the east! Send the second and third wave out there now!" He commanded. The trooper salutes and calls in the order, "Attention soldiers of group B and group C who are participating in waves two and three! Gear up and get out there at the east wall!" There were a few civilians hiding out in the underground hideout taking refuge. A little girl with wolf ears holding onto her plush, a pig with wings smiling and happy, tugs on her mother's shirt. Her mother looks down at her daughter, who's frightened by the screams and sound of war up above. "Yes, dear?" She wraps her arms around her plush and offers it to her mom, "Mommy, daddy gave me this doll. He said it would protect me. If Aisha dies, Aisha wants mommy to have Pigpig. Pigpig protect mommy!" Her mother held onto the other arm of the pig plushy, kneeled down and embraced her daughter. "Daddy was a brave man. And he trust Ester and Fayt. We should do the same." her mother says. "Karvinis, please watch over us." She prayed to herself. Explosions blasts the west wall, "Its gettig thick here commander!" The trooper complained. "Grow a pair boy! Hold fast, we're holding them here!" The commander took up his rifle and started shooting. The trooper gathered his strength and joined him back to back. In minutes they were surrounded, ready to face certain doom. "It was a pleasure commander!" The commander nodded "We tried friend." They both ran out towards the enemies in front of them, hoping it would be their last heroic stand. An eerie green light looms over the realm six town. A grim fate befell the town.

Metal claws impale the core of the half serpent tainted Katrina. A scream followed by laughter as she mocks Lucy. "Why won't you die?!" Lucy yelled at Katrina. "Dear, poor child, you cannot kill me so easily." Lucy pulls her claws from Katrina's stomach. "You cannot kill one that's dead; you can only remove its thought!" Katrina informed. "Now you speak in riddles?" Lucy argued back. Lucy ran into a rampage, barraging Katrina in jabs, stabs and kicks. Katrina took every hit and laughed. She mocked Lucy, she provoked her. Lucy's stamina was draining. Nothing she did proved productive. Katrina lifted her large curved sword, "My turn!" She swung and Lucy barely dodged. However, even though she dodged the swing was immensely powerful it knocked her off balanced. Katrina closed the gap between them to get Lucy while she was down. Lucy rolled away and got up as fast as she could. Things were looking bad for Lucy, she started to regret her decision though she knew it was the right one. She thought about Ester and gave herself motive. She lifted her fists and got ready for the real fight.

Roaming the eerily silent lava fields of realm seven toward the evil lord's castle, Fayt and the other take caution. Their weapons were held ready for any type of ambush, even the eruptions seem to have shied away. A very distinctive laugh and a slurping sound echoed in the distance. Thunderous earthquakes rampaged and shook the ground haltering Fayt and his friends' movement. Then suddenly it stopped. Everything was quiet. Fayt took a few steps forward to scout a little. "Fayt! Look out!" Ester screamed. He ran and pushed Fayt to the side, he held up his hands and an enormous, disgusting body crashed down on top of him with an oddly familiar meat cleaver that Ester struggles to keep all the weight from crushing him. The ground seemed to scurry from them and ended up creating a large crater just ending at the feet of Anann and Nalie. "Kehehehehe, you're a new face. I wonder what you taste like." the gluttonous man said. Ester gathered some strength and tossed him off to the side. The body hitting the ground shook just the area inside the crater. "God, ever heard of a shower? Some rancid stuff you got looming on you." Ester insults. The large man turns around and laughs as he faces Ester. "Another smart mouth. You must be affiliated with a mister Fayt, how delightful." He slurps then continues, "I've never had cat's neat before." Ester stretches his arms and rotates his shoulders, "Actually, i was born with wolf blood." He loads his shotgun, "And we aren't on the menu." Richard slurps again and licks his lips, "Oh feisty, I like my meat tough! I can't wait!" He picks up his bloody meat cleaver and swings it at Ester. Ester ducks and dashes full speed at Richard. He jabs his shotgun that bulged into Richard's stomach. He began firing, once out of ammo he back stepped and started reloading. Richard stood quiet then slapped Ester quickly with the back of his cleaver. Ester hit the curve of the wall of the crater. It didn't seem to phase him as he kept loading his gun. "Oh, real tough meat! How delectable! More! Impress me more!" Richard began to drool. "Oh, nasty! Wait, impress?
Ha, you're funny. I'm taking you down tubby! Fayt move on, this one's mine!"

Fayt nodded as he took Alice and the girls back on their path to the castle. Their steps hasten as they can see the battle site of Ester and Richard fade away into the horizon. Alice thought long and hard before she broched the subject with Fayt and the others. "Fayt...I..." she hesitated. "What is it Alice? We don't have a lot of time for idle chit chat." Fayt said with a cold tone. Alice shied a little and then spoke up, "It's just going to keep happening. Enemies will spring up and one of us will stay behind. I intend to take the next one. In the end of all this Fayt, you'll need to face the evil lord on your own until we all catch...." Fayt looked disgruntled, "I don't like the idea. You should stay with me and we'll tackle it through." Alice grew angry and raised her voice, "No! You're always protecting me! And if we stay together and tackle it slowly one by one we'll never make it in time! You already know the evil lord's soul count to open Hell's Gate is near! We have to let you keep moving ahead!" Anann steps in and agrees, "Yes, she's right master. We cannot use anymore time. The rebels are also still struggling back in realm six." Fayt, shocked that the two spoke against him, finally gave in. He agreed to let Alice fight the next and then started continuing down the field. A vivid, ever changing color, small orb follows the group from a distance. Hiding from their line of site, waiting and planning, Fayt and the others were unaware of their spy problem. All that was left on their minds were the ending to this journey and an end to the malice.

Meanwhile, back in realm six, the rebels all gaze up alongside the enemy at the sky. The sky was a light green mist lingering over the town. Some yelled that it was an omen; other believed it was a decoy. It was neither. Their faces began to morph into shock and awe as they watched the manifestation of energy collecting just below the vast green mist in the sky. A sharp whip sounded and what seemed like lightning struck the ground. A crash sliced the area with its thunderous call and a blinding spark flashed as the strike met ground. Everyone shielded their eyes from the powerful blast. Slowly, they looked towards the area of the strike and they saw mere bones, weapons and armor. No one knew what was going on. More lightning struck the ground and more bones and equipment showed. Ever so confused, the two forces forgot their war and became ever so curious to the strange event occurring before their eyes. Suddenly echoing in the air, a chant was bouncing around. Millions of moans and groans sounded in the distance that gradually got louder and louder and louder as if it were screeching in your ears. Souls of the departed and souls of the damn all came zooming in. The chants became clear, "Those who died and have come to my orphanage, leave my side and take up arms once again, defend your precious realms and those you love and may you be free from my valley's grasp!" The rebels cheered as the bones and equipment took afloat and began moving. Possessed weapons, skeletons and zombies emerged and roared along side the rebels. The evil lords soldiers began to have a state of panic as the rebels began their assault. As the assault pushes the soldiers back, more and more damned ones came and joined the fight. The rebel's numbers were rising substantially. One would even say exponentially. The few men the rebels had quickly double, then quadrupled, then matched the soldier's force, and doubled the soldier's numbers. The numbers of souls and damned was overwhelming; it only took minutes until they successfully pushed back the soldiers. The soldiers retreated and fortunately the casualties were low. The rebels took the time to reset traps and repair what they can. The souls and damned stood and scouted the lands.

A serpent's tail whipped Lucy back. She's bruised and hurt hardly getting by with her dodges. As things look darker and darker, she remembered an old myth story. She didn't know why she kept thinking about it. A hero rose to a serpent tyrant who turned men into stone by a single look into her eyes. The hero used the reflection of his shield to track the monster, then at the precise time, struck her with his sword with all his might and eliminated the monster by beheading her. That was it. "That's what I have to do!" she thought. Aside from the stone gaze it seemed relevant. She didn't have a sword nor anything that can cut her head off. But she likes things the hard way, she gripped her metal claws tight and waited for a good opening. She hears hissing all around her, a purple cloud began to shroud the battle grounds. She hears Katrina's voice whispering in her ears, "Like envy, "it" is a poison, can you survive dear, dear girl?" Lucy held her breath with her hands, she won't last long in the cloud of poison nor will she last long without air. Lucy knew she didn't have long, even if she won the poison would kill her. Lucy was prepared to take her last stand there and then, if it would help Fayt and the others succeed.

Inside the recently made crater, Ester and Richard battle it out. Both seem to be evenly matched in terms of brute strength. Now it was a matter of clever thinking and wits. Richard swings wildly as Ester dodges and steps back. Constantly looking for a weak point, Ester examines his enemy thoroughly. Underneath all the bulging fat, there had to be some weak point. If not, Ester sought to create one. Richard began swinging with both sides of the blade. Ester dodges and blocks the back end. He took every chance he could get to poke around to find a vulnerable spot. There was nothing, the fat bounced him off for every attempt. Frustrated, he punched the meat cleaver with all his strength. The cleaver chipped off, the piece zipped by and cut the skin of the gluttonous man. The blow also staggered him and threw him off balanced. An idea hit Ester, the cleaver was the key. "I got you now Fat Albert!" Ester said confidently. The large smile on
Richard's face grew ever more. His teeth sharper than a vial shark's and his gums rotted worse than mold on bread. Drool dripped down like a waterfall. Ester loaded his shot gun. "You know that won't work on me silly feline." slurped Richard. Ester aimed at Richard then moved towards the cleaver. The enormous weapon shined with blood dripping endlessly. He shot his gun at the handle of the cleaver and Richard dropped the cleaver and held onto his hand. Ester quickly took the cleaver as soon as possible and swung horizontally across the whale-like man's stomach. Blood gushed like a geyser from the wound; Ester took a few steps back and shouldered the cleaver. He waited to see the result of his assault. Richard screamed then started laughing his obnoxious laugh. The wound opened up, moving on it's own. It opened up wide and teeth grew from all around the insides. It snarled at Ester and Richard smile stayed as the light left his eyes. The creature in Richard's stomach was the true enemy and things weren't going to be easy on Ester from this point on. Hopefully, the newly acquired weapon Ester has will be of great assistance.

"Fayt, how much further are we?" Alice asks. A moment of silence took it's place before he answered back, but not with an answer she'd expect. "Uh, Anann? Want to help me out a bit here?" he said. The group stared at him standing in front of them clueless. The awkward silence broke when Anann took over the lead, "Its...this way master." She leaned back to Fayt and whispered, "You...didn't know where you were going?" Fayt sighed and whispered back, "Actually this whole time I was clueless." Anann lead them through the fields closer to the castle. They start to feel a strange feeling, as if they were being watched. A presence that felt familiar, a vaguely familiar presence. No doubt it was one of the seven who were sent to stop them from their march. Their footsteps began to hasten, the fields again remained calm and quiet. Even the heat seemed to cool off a bit. Something was off and disconnected. The world seemed to change colors. Then the world became red, all red. Different shades took over and time seemed to be absent.
Everything was quiet and frozen.

The evil lord spoke to a mysterious shadowed figure. "My loyal puppet, do me a favor and rid me of those pests. After all, you owe me your life." He laughed and gestured with his arm to send him away. The figure stood from his kneeling position and walked off. "This will surely stop them, if not mess with their heads. They're going on in this pointless struggle. I can assure you they will not prevail." Judas stepped into the lord's audience and spoke. "You called your highness?" He spoke to him, "Yes, I need you to keep an eye on the rats. Try and set them up again, they still trust you I believe." Judas bows and leaves the court. "Yes, all is falling into place..."

Alice told Fayt, "This seems familiar Fayt, almost as if..." Fayt held onto Alice. "Almost as if Chesire was here" she finished. "Or Grey," Fayt replied. "If so, then I'd have killed you long ago if I were my brother." Chesire's voice spoke to them. "Chesire?!" Alice was shocked as she yelled out to him. "Long time no see, Alice." He said as he revealed himself in front of the group. He has immense scars and patches holding him together all across his face and body... His eyes were as multi colored as ever but the change and movement between shifting colors seemed slacking and slow. "Alice, I am here to speak to you, and only you." Chesire said. Fayt stepped infrot of Alice consulting Chesire, "You're working for him aren't you!?" Alice pulled Fayt back, "Fayt, stop it! He's a friend!" Anann and Nalie stood on standby carefully watching. "I am not sure what I am Alice." Chesire told her. Fayt asks, "You're here to stop us?" Chesire answers, "Yes, but I only wish to speak with Alice." Fayt walked over to him and stood up to him face to face, "Like hell you will!" Chesire swiped his arm through the air and sends Fayt flying. Alice watched as Fayt zipped passed her and disappeared. Anann and Nalie began to sprint towards Alice but disappeared after a few steps. Back in the present time, back in the lava fields of realm seven Fayt and the others appear. They regroup and see a large red orb placed in front of them. They couldn't bring harm to it. There wasn't a way for them to get in and there wasn't a way for Alice to get out. The only way was for Chesire to lower it by either doing it by will or the worse case scenario, death. Fayt, enraged and worried, kept attacking the orb. But nothing he did had any effect. Sword strokes phased through but didn't do anything to harm it. Gun fire bounced off as if it were dark silver material. Anann put her hand on Fayt's shoulder trying to comfort and stop him from continuing. Fayt walked away from it, stopped for a moment and looked back. He mumbled as he left, "Alice, please, stay alive." Back inside the world Chesire created, Alice and he were conversing. "What have you done with my friends?!" Alice asked. "I've sent them back. I wish to speak to only you." Chesire spoke calmly. "What do you want with me?" Alice questioned. Chesire walked over to her, looked into her eyes and kissed her. "I have been told to stop you. But I cannot." Chesire says. He clutches his head and starts screaming in agonizing pain. "I cannot suppressed the evil lords control over me for much longer. I've come across your background information kept in the afterlife records. Listen to me... Ugh... You...your name is Alice Grim.... You have reaper's blood." Chesire knelt to the pain and started to get out of control. "All the information... Everything... Your parents consisted of ... A reaper and a ... Human. You...y-you're half blood like Fayt." he seemed to change bit. "Alice, you have to kill me. Once you do... I can transfer all the information from my mind to yours'! I cannot hold it back anymore. Kill me quickly! While I am still me!" He said while in excruciating pain. Alice began to cry, "I cannot..." Chesire begged, "Please! He will make me kill you!" Something in him took over. Chesire stopped struggling and stood up straight. His eyes turned to a deep black and it peered over at Alice. The demon spoke, "Now that's better. Excuse me, I've been...ill. Now then, shall I kill you quickly? Or will you give me the pleasure of a slow, painful death?" Alice fell to her knees, she cried even harder. She mumbled, "I-I don't know what to do. I-I don't know anything..."

"God damn, I just keep losing people!" Fayt yelled. Anann tried to comfort, "It has to be this way, we'll never make it in time, and you know that." Fayt remained silent. He wished there was more time but the dial is running in the last few grains of sand and they have to finish it before then. Fayt traveled on carrying a heavy heart, only thinking of the worse case scenario, bringing himself down. They traveled and the castle was within their sights. The group stopped for a while to catch their breaths.. They panted and breathed heavily. When they caught their breaths, the heavy breathing continued.

"God damn! There's no end to this!" Fayt yelled out. A dagger flew out from seemingly nowhere, striking Nalie on her thigh. Nalie groaned to the sudden sharp pain. "Nalie!!" Anann yelled out to her. Nalie bit the handle of the dagger and pulled it out. She replied to Anann's call of concern, "I'm okay...don't worry about me...I'll catch up." Anann tried to get close but Nalie pushed her and Fayt away using her magic. "I said Go!" Tears form in Anann's eyes as she turns and runs the other direction. "So...it is you." Nalie spoke generally. A heavy sigh then a struggling breath, "Yes, I have come for you." Nalie licked her wounds a little and spoke, "It's been awhile Brady. I take it you're not really here." Brady replied, "I am but a distance away. I do not need to be so close." Nalie stood on all fours and provokes, "Of course, you make other things do your bidding. How...healthy." Brady's shadowed man emerged in front of Nalie, with piercing red eyes he raised his voice, "Do not mock me! You left us! You wouldn't be on the losing side!" He caught his breath, breathed heavily and continued, "You would be better off with us!!" Nalie competed, "I make my own choices, and I do not wish for destruction!" Brady argued, "It is an everyday thing, the destruction we're bringing will give life to something new!" Nalie refuses still, "That something new requires the lives of many innocents. I cannot let it slide; and I do need to collect your soul." Brady laughs a little, "Then try. You will never find me." "Bet your soul on it I will, Brady." Nalie says confidently.

Lucy couldn't hold her breath any longer. She inhaled a lung full of poison air. The poison now flows in her system and she could already feel the poison numbing her every muscle and thought. Katrina laughs as she revealed herself, "Stupid girl! You will now die from it! And I will make your skull my trophy!" Lucy weakened but held herself up strong. She summoned the rest of her strength, held tight her metal claws at hand and swiped at Katrina's neck. Katrina slithered back just in time. However, she bore a cut. Lucy was right; she needed to take her head. Lucy pursued Katrina in a well planned attempt for her neck. Every little cut she lays on it helps. Katrina hasn't caught on yet. Even she had no idea what her weakness was. Katrina made some distance between them to try and reason with Lucy, "Stop! I have a proposition! You will die from my poison...think about it dear, Ester will be without you, with another woman in years to come. He will forget all about you." Lucy stopped for a moment and listened to what she had to say. "If you surrender now I will give you an antidote and spare you life. Then you and Ester can be together!" Lucy coughed up some blood and thought about it. She looked at Katrina and slowly walked towards her. "Ah, wait. Drop your weapon, dear." Katrina insisted. Lucy loosened her grip on the claws and dropped them. She continued walking over to Katrina and kneeled before her. "That's a good girl. Now was that so hard?" Katrina said. Lucy looked up and answers, "No." She sprung up with the last bit of strength combined with adrenaline uppercut Katrina. With the many cuts on her neck it aided on the removal of her head. But not quite all the way off. Katrina's body stood there as her head dangled by a bit of flesh. Everything else, bone, muscle, everything was smashed and broken. Lucy collapsed with Katrina's body at the same time. The light in her eyes were fading. She could no longer speak, she could no longer hear nor feel the very ground beneath her. Everything was numb; she only saw the blood on the ground. She only thought of Ester, and her heart beat began to slow. Lucy watched the blood run across the ground, because that was the only thing near enough to her to see. A tear ran down from her eye ball as she laid on the ground chest first. The cold, cold ground met with two cold bodies and the end was ready for the both of them.

Ester felt a sudden sharp pain in his heart. Something was wrong; something told him to go back to Lucy. Richard wasn't going to let him. Ester yelled, "Let me through or I'll carve a path through you!" The creature that is Richard said not a word. It snarled and growled. It drooled and ran towards Ester. Though, only but a toothed monster remains of Richard it moves with swift movements and it attacked with power strikes. It swung Richard's limbs limply with great enough force to push Ester back, which blocks it with the cleaver. "Have it your way, I'll cut through!" Ester screamed at the demon. The creature swung Richard's arms at Ester and Ester did not hesitate at all to mutilate them. The creature reached out from the stomach to gnaw on Ester but he was just too far. Richard suddenly straightened up with his big smile and his stomach smiling too. He spoke with a different voice, a demonic one. "You lose boy. Time to eat!" Ester was a bit baffled at first until he felt a strong gust of wind pushing him towards the opening in his stomach. The creature drooled and became excited. Ester stabs the cleaver in the ground and held fast. "Damn, and here I thought it'd be hard!" He says sarcastically. The cleaver and him started to move slowly, cutting the very ground itself. "Damn it! What do I do?!" Ester asked himself. He took out his shot gun and aimed it at the creature but the wind current was too strong. It took it from his hands and went into the endless pit that is Richard's stomach. Inch by inch Ester gets closer to becoming a meal. But he thought, a risky but most desperate of ideas. "What if I used the pull of the current to add to my attack? I strike with the cleaver at that speed I should cut right through!" he thought. "Then again if I screw up, I'm a goner... Damn... Oh well, best plan I got! If you're not sure whether you should do it, do it and don't regret it!" He took out the cleaver and held it at his side. The current pulled him in fast like he planned and he brought the cleaver back ready to strike. He waits for the right time, he focuses on the strike. "Here comes dinner!" he yelled as he flew towards the endless pit. He swung the cleaver and the area became quiet. There was no sound of battle, no smart comments from Ester, no snarls from the stomach creature or slurping from Richard. The crater laid there silent, suspenseful of the final outcome. No one emerged from the crater after that event, for the time being.

"You knew you were going to die. Why keep fighting us? You'll never stop it." Chesire started to mess with Alice's head. "So, little Alice has reaper blood. You're just so lucky the Reaper's Touch was given to you when you were an infant. But oh! Looky here..." He lifts her shirt from the back and points out the markings on her back, "Oops, the seal. You know, you're 19, just one more year and this seal would have broken and you'd have all your memories and powers. You know what happens when I break it too early?" he asks. Alice weeping, "N-no..." The demonic Chesire whispered in her ears, "You die!" He reaches for the seal on her back, the seal looked like a scar left by a burn, but it had symbols and was circular. He touched it with his finger tips and a force blew him back. He yelled from the strength of the force pushing him back. "What?! What is this magic?!" he yelled angrily. Something began to glow in Alice's pocket. She took it out and found Otto be, the small three-skulled necklace Fayt gave her before they ported to realm one. It shined a bright blue light and it protected the seal from Chesire's wicked intentions. Chesire was shocked, "The Cerberus Necklace! How'd you get it?!" Alice was confused, "Do you know what this is?" Chesire stepped back with a slight look of fear in his face, "Its the Cerberus necklace! It guards the holder's from wicked magic that touches the skin. It nullifies the magic and pushes the assailant away! But why? Why do you have it! I thought it was only a child's fairy tale!" Alice stood up, "Fayt, he...he gave it to me." Chesire withdrew a knife concealed in his sleeve, "I may not be able to harm you with magic, but I can with this!" Alice shuddered, "Chesire, no! Please! You have to fight it!" Chesire struggled to walk forward, "You stay out of this!" Chesire spoke in his regular calm tone, "Alice, this is not me. Grey and I... We fused souls when the Evil Lord brought us back. Please, you have to..." Grey stopped him from saying anything else and argued with him, "Aw how cute, lovey dovey! I'll kill her and you'll watch, brother!" Chesire struggled to get his words out, "No! I will not have you do any harm to her!" Alice took out her knife, the knife Anann gave her. The hunting knife, with a vial of blood in it, the blood is no ordinary blood; it was a special type, the type to slay all those who dare become slit by it. Dead man's blood, it runs up and down the blade so fine that neither demon nor human can see it. She held it tight in her palm. She teared up so much that she saw the world in a wavy blur. She constantly wipes her eyes of her tears as the brothers fought amongst themselves in one body. She held up the knife while they were preoccupied. Grey looks over and sees her and tries to pull away, Chesire fights him stopping the body from moving. Alice stabs them in the collar bone, the dead man's blood circulate in their system and removes their souls. As Chesire left the body and separated from Grey he asked, "What happened to you, brother?" Alice witnessed them as soul orbs float, but they stopped mid air. Something wasn't quite right. Both souls caught fire and only Grey screamed from agonizing pain. "Chesire!!" Alice screamed. Chesire answered as calm as ever, "I will transfer my thoughts to you. You will know everything I've read about you. And... Alice...I loved..." before he could finish, his soul orb burnt up and blew away ash in the wind. The red world disappeared and Alice was back in the realm. She fell to her knees and started crying, she was confused. A surge of thoughts flood in her mind. Memories, images, information, Chesire was loading it all in her head. She knew everything now, all about herself and her family. What she is and her powers. She knew her own limitations and that she's only half blood. She lingered there going through everything in her mind when she was interrupted. "I'm not done yet! I refuse to lose! First, I'm going to kill you! Then I'll rape your dead body while it's still warm!" Grey yelled. Grey somehow pulled through the hellfire burns but not without cost. He was burned horribly. One eye was burnt closed, his face was terrifying. A mixture of burnt flesh and open wound flesh covered his body. He dripped blood on the ground he stood on. Alice was horrified just by looking at him. She raised the knife to try and defend herself. Grey smacks it off hand and pushes her down. He gets on top of her and smiles. "Let's have some fun, shall we?"

Emerging from the crater victorious, but not without fatal consequences, was Ester. Bloodied, missing all limbs but a head and right arm, inching and struggling his way back, trying to get his way back to Lucy. Struggling, in a world of pain, bleeding out little by little, he grits his teeth pulling himself forward. The look in his eyes fading as he goes. Almost as if he's struggling while unconscious. In his mind he relived the final moments between himself and Richard. The final blow that cost him his legs and arm was when the stroke of the meat cleaver cleaved its way through it's previous owner but at the same time the creature lurking in the core of Richard shut itself, catching the poor, unfortunate halfling. When thy both fell to the ground Ester was still bearing the pain, stuck inside with the sharp teeth piercing his limbs. There was no other way to escape, the body was too heavy to move and he could not open it with one arm. With the meat cleaver at hand he did the only thing that came to mind. He cut off his assets and dropped to the ground next to the gluttonous tainted. There he had passed out until now, where he struggles, bearing the soul of Richard with him. The soul was a yellow orb, around it an aura of red in streaks. It was harmless, and weighed as much as a feather. Ester continues his path to Lucy. She was all that was in his mind. Her smile, her touch, her sight; if he was to die this day, he thought, he would want to see her one last time.

He continued only to find himself more pain. Not just the rocks and rubble in his wounds cutting him up more as he dragged his body, but emotional pain seeing a seemingly passed away body of his love. He dragged himself to her faster and faster, not minding the pain. Eyes watch as he struggles to witness their final scene together. "Lucy! Oh, God! Lucy, please! Wake up!" he cried as tears leave his eye balls to water the ground. He put his arm over her, tapping her cheek to try and wake her. He cried nonstop over the horrid sights of his lover dead. But then, she spoke, weak and faint but he tuned in as if she was full of life and vitality. Perhaps it was death sugarcoating the final moments, letting him hear what he wants, but no one knows for sure. "Es...ester? Did...did I win?" Lucy said with a weak voice. Ester heard it as a prominent question toned with enthusiasm. "Yes, of course you did. She's gone! You did a great job..." he answered back weeping. Lucy opened her eyes; her eyes were no longer brown. They were a deep purple, the poison has coursed through her body and infected her. She was blind, but whether it be her mind's trick or true love she saw Ester, perfect to the picture. He had no battle wounds no missing limbs, she saw him as her prince charming, carrying her in his arms. He looked into her eyes and cried harder, "It'll all be fine soon...know why? You want to know why? Because my brother will finish it and save us. Save us and the realm and the humans. He'll save all of us." Lucy smiled and a single stream of blood dripped from her lips. "I...know he will...we've won this war..." she says. Ester lowers his head to her's. He made it so their foreheads touched as he cried. "That's right baby, we've won." Lucy became quiet, her breathing became weaker. The watcher came out from his hiding place and walked over to Ester. "So, it's come to this? I must say, I was expecting more of a dramatic scene, Ester Hart," he spoke. Ester looked up and was shocked, "Judas?! What are you doing here?! Quickly! Get us a medic, a doctor! Fast!" Judas walked over to Ester and picked him up staring him in the eyes, "I don't serve you anymore. You can rot with Fayt and the rest of the rebel scum!" Judas drops him on the ground. Ester crawls back to Lucy and covers her. "Aw, protecting your dear girlfriend? Well, you're powerless," he kicks him in the ribs off and away from Lucy. It all just hit Ester, all the bad luck and the spy issues within their rebel faction, it was Judas! "Judas! You did this! You killed us! You killed her! You damn traitor! Everything, our plans, the lords' retaliation and information leak! You were behind all this! You traitor! You fucking traitor! I trusted you!" Judas spoke with a stuck up tone of voice, "Well, that's too bad. You put your trust into the wrong person. I must admit, I didn't expect you to survive this long honestly. I thought you'd die sooner. And Fayt, my god. What is he immortal? I could have sworn he was dead long ago. You and your friends and family are cockroaches. Every one of you. Just crawl back after we think you're dead." Ester uses his forearm to elevate him to look at Judas, "Don't think so highly of yourself. Hell's got special place for you. And if you don't die by the time I can get up, I will personally deal with you myself." Judas kicks Ester again, picks him up to spit in his face and says, "And what? You'll bleed on me?" Ester smiled and laughed, "Hah, what? Picking up lines from Monty Python's The Holy Grail? Hope to your dear evil lord you don't get your ass sued. But since we're using their lines, no, I'll try gnawing your knee caps." Judas was insulted, by a half dead man, he felt angry and was going to take it out on Ester. And, he did just that. He kneed Ester in the gut and threw him down. He continued to kick the man while he was down. Gunfire sounded and blood splattered on Ester. Ester, hardly conscious, dropped to the ground. He heard voices talk and one familiar one. "Get yer arses movin'! Bring em on board pronto!" Another oddly familiar, dimwitted voice spoke, "Where on board sir?!" Ester heard a response to a hit and then heard the continued conversation, "What are you sheltered boy? Bring em on the Zarse! You damn idiots! I swear!" "Hey, Bid. Don't he look familiar?" on voice asked. "Yeah...yeah! He was that blood otter that swam in the sky when we were knocked out!" the dimwitted voice answered. "No! First of all, there are no blood otters! None! And second of all, how can we see anything when we were knocked out?!" the other voice says. The dimwitted voice took a moment, "Ey! That makes sense!" "Don't it?!" he agreed. "What the hell are you two doing, bring them on board before I blast you like that dead beat!" the first familiar voice yelled. Ester could feel arms and hands carrying him to somewhere unfamiliar. He utterly, "Lucy...get her...please!" the first familiar voice reassured him, "Don't worry boy, I've got you. I owe your brother." Ester spoke his last word before he passed out, "Fayt..?"

Fayt stopped suddenly. Anann looks back, "What is it Master?" Fayt looked at Anann, "I could have sworn I heard someone call my name." Anann grabbed Fayt and they started running again, "Don't start getting crazy now master. We must keep going!" They pressed on down the fields. The gates to the castle were but a few steps away. Anann held her arm out in front of Fayt. "Hold on," she said. "What is it?" Fayt asked. She took a second to look around, "It seems too quiet. I know there's someone here."

Blasts and flames dance and fly all over. A match between magicians, between mages and magic users; arcane arts battle it out with evil risen magic. Nalie attempts to capture the shadow in her black void but it keeps escaping. The shadow Brady flung weapons and blunt objects at the furious fighting cat. At first glance a stalemate can be deducted, however a closer look reveals Nalie is struggling to keep up. Her body can't take the drain of magic and the wound on her thigh slows her down. Although she puts up a strong, independent exterior the fight would be quickly one-sided, odds against her if her body would to give out. She would have to find Brady, and quickly if she were to survive. Brady says once more, "You can't win, and you won't last. I ask you again feline, join us." Nalie jumped out from the shadows in front of him, "Like Hell !" She used new type of magic. Instead of compressing an area she expanded, like an explosion. The shadow dispersed with the explosion. A few moments of relief more shadows arose. "You cannot kill my shadows Nalie," Brady said. Nalie thought it through, "Maybe I can." Brady stopped his assault out of curiosity, "Oh?" Nalie purred, "To control these shadows, I do recall you have to be within a certain range." Brady laughed, "That is correct." Nalie licked her paw and rubbed her ears, "Thanks. That's all I needed." Nalie disappeared in the shadows. The shadow puppets of Brady searched but could not find her. Piercing red eyes peered through the darkness, the air became heavy, the shadows ceased movements and began to struggle to keep their existence in place. The air got heavier and heavier until the shadows disappeared. Nalie walked out with a paw held up. She was wounded and used too much magic. She won't stay concious for too long. Brady stepped into the light in front of her. "How could one so small, summon such immense magic?" he asks. Nalie responded, "Please, magicians never reveal their secrets." Blood dripped from her paw. "I see, blood seal magic," Brady sounded impressed. Nalie hissed, "Then I'll finish it here!" Brady kneeled down and bowed his head, "Then so be it." Nalie was baffled, "You dare try and trick me?" Brady laughed, "Maybe, I am sloth after all. I do not wish to do...labor." He laughs nonchalantly. Nalie walked closer to finish the job. The ground began to shake around her, "What is this?!" Nalie couldn't move a muscle. A geiser of shadows erupted from beneath her. The impact sent her up, high in the air. The shadows flung weapons of all kinds up at her from the geiser hole. Nalie quickly used her new magic to explode the center of all the weapons to clear the way and keep herself from harm. As she dropped she focused on Brady, staring intently. Brady looked up and yelled to her, "You cannot kill me feline! I cannot be beaten by someone like you!" Nalie screamed back, "But you lost already, dear!" She focused on his core and started to use the last of her magic. Brady started to feel his insides rip apart, like something in there had their hands on each of his organs and began to play tug of war with them. Nalie finished her magic and her eye shined, Brady looked up in his final moments and saw a black demon, bigger than any other demon he's seen. A demon blacker than the night itself and red eyes filled with a sense of righteousness. As his core blew apart,  his intestines and guts painted the are he dropped mumbling, "Finally, now I am free from any kind of work... Take me sweet death." Nalie dropped and bounced off his upper half. She fell into his hands and passed out. From afar it looked as if it were a portrait of an owner and his cat, held in his hands gazing at each other.

"Well, I've never seen you before," a seductive voice seemed to be disembodied. "I take it you're the pests, oh how I dislike annoyances I wish my Lord didn't ask me to do this. I'll lose all my precious belongings," she sobs. Anann pushed Fayt forward, signaling him to keep moving. Without a spoken word he left Anann there, trusting her with the task. Before she knew it, her master was gone. Loud, metal clanging noises began to thunder and crash throughout the area. It kept getting louder and louder. Closer and closer the mystery noise, and perhaps the person, gets the harder Anann's heart screamed to escape. "And who do I owe this pleasure?" Anann asked generally as she stood battle ready. The clanging stopped. It was silent for a moment and a giant sack tied by bloody ropes dropped in front of her. Without moving a step she grounded herself and prepared herself to embrace whatever she's about to face. A woman, slender and seemingly untainted came from behind the enormous sack. "I am Victoria Vice, the Evil Lord's ...lovely lady," she boasted. Anann answers back, "I see, you're his little whore. Nice to know." The sexy woman giggled adorably and bites her index finger seductively, "Well, a woman's got to gain power somehow." Victoria flicks her wrist with her other hand and the bloody ropes fell besides her. Anann took a few steps back, ready to draw her sword at any instant. Victoria starts to tear up as she grabs something from the sack. "What's with the waterworks?" Anann provoked. Victoria became enraged, "You don't know how valuable these are! And he wants me to use them on such vile, disgusting and ill blooded creatures like you!" Anann raised her eyebrow, "Well, gee, don't sugar coat it." Victoria grew even more enraged and threw a pure silver sickle at Anann. Anann drew her sword lightning fast and parried it. But something didn't seem quite right. Blood dripped from Anann's shoulder. It wasn't deep but it was odd. She saw perfectly that she completely evaded the attack. Victoria spoke up, "Shocked? These are not you're normal, shit made, blacksmith weapons. These are gold and silver made with invisible fiber! Each with different phantom range, they're my babies. So precious, mommy loves you! But now, mommy has to use to you to punish this abomination!" Anann tore a piece of her sleeve and bandaged her wound, "Again, please, don't sugar coat it..." Victoria stared at Anann intently, "Do not interrupt me! I'm speaking to my children!" Anann drew out her second sword, "And Miss Vice has left the building." The completely rage filled woman began taking any and all weapons from the sack and throwing them. Ninja stars, swords, axes, everything she could find were thrown. Anann struggled to dodge and parry because of the invisible range each weapon had. Her cuts became wounds and wounds became gashes. Becoming a bit frustrated, Anann bashed the next thrown weapon she saw and broke it. That moment the weapons stopped being flung. Victoria began twitching, she began mumbling to herself and her appearance seemed to change. Her skin pigment lost its color, she turned ill-green. Her eyes were completely blue and her hair became nasty, greasy and messy. Victoria from that moment did not say a word. She went into her sack and when she came back out she held in her hands a one of a kind weapon. A weapon only the grim reaper had. Thoughts flooded Anann along with worry. "How'd she obtain such a weapon?!" she thought. Victoria snapped and it was like some one else took over. Anann sensed malice and death from Victoria. Anann blinked and she was gone. She disappeared into thin air and in the next few second she was in front of Anann's face about five centimeter away. She swung the all mighty grim's scythe with all her might at Anann. She ducked as fast as she could, sparing all but a few strands, that were unfortunate enough to be chopped. Anann made distance between them. She saw as the strands lit on fire and floated away. Anann knew that anything chopped off by the grim's scythe is off for good. No magic, mech mounting or surgery would stay on the place of the severed limb. She knew that if she was hit by it, she would be good as dead with no hope to life. But like the others, her life was ready to be ended.

"Chesire! I know you're in there! Please don't do this!" Alice screamed. Grey kissed her neck and held her down, "Chesire isn't here at the moment, please leave a message." Alice struggles to get him off but he was too strong for her. She could smell the rotting and burning flesh from Grey's face. The smell of death in his breath as he spoke to her made her almost unconscious. "You can do it Chesire! Please don't let him do this to me!" she continued to try to reach Chesire. Grey laughs miniacally. He starts to cut her shirt down the middle from the top opening by the neck. Alice summoned all her strength to attempt to move Grey away; she grits her teeth and she squint her eyes as she pushed. One eye closed for a second and a fast image of Chesire flashed. She kept one eye closed and yelled out to him. "Chesire!! I can see you! I believe in you!" Chesire struggles, he looked weak in the face. His eyes, although the energy in his body was nearly gone, became moving actively once again. The colors changed as often as it used to. Chesire looked at Alice struggling and tried to help her push Grey back. Just barely lifting him, Alice crawled out from beneath. "You pig!!" she insulted. Grey stood up and cracked his neck. "Hello, brother. Still alive I see." A transparent body walked out from Grey's physical body. It was Chesire, exactly as he should look. "I will not allow you to harm Alice!" he yelled. Grey laughed confidently, "And what are you going to do? You're in my mind. I'm controlling us now!" Chesire tightened his fist and walked up to his brother. He looked back and looked at Alice. "Alice please, look into your memories. You know what you are now. You know what happened. You know everything now. Just try and look for those memories. I'll hold my brother off. When you feel the power finish this." Alice looked confused, "What do you mean finish this?" Chesire gave her a warm smile and punched Grey straight in the jaw. "You've gone too far brother!" Grey fell and was shocked. "H-how can you?!" Chesire picked him up by his shirt and punched him down again, "It's simple." Alice began searching her thoughts and memories. She rushed herself but eventually images began to become clearer. Alice saw her mother and father. She saw her as an infant. She saw happy memories. Then darkness loomed over, she saw demons commanded by the evil lord kill them. And they took something from their house. A special treasure of her father's. Alice's heart pounded and she felt something warm and familiar take over. Her father appeared before her and smiled. He hugged her and disappeared. She reached out for him but there was nothing there. She then saw her mother severely wounded, Alice starts calling out to her but all she could do is watch. Her mother ran with her in her hands. Eventually, a man dressed in black with a blur tie bumped into her. He slew her on the spot without a hint of remorse. She fell in her own blood, and it was her limp body and overflowing blood that hid the infant, Alice's scent and presence. After the family was killed, the demons and the man in black disappeared in a fog. Alice watched her past play before her. At the end of it all, her mother appeared. She hugged her and whispered in her ears, "My child, I love you. I release you from your bonds." Alice heard the words spoken. Chesire and Grey were at each other's throat when Grey gained the upper hand by a cheap trick. He threw dirt in Chesire's eyes and retaliated. They both stopped as they saw an eerie white light shine. They look over and it was Alice lingering just a few inches away from them. Her eyes were white and she was floating a few inches off the ground. They were stunned. Alice spoke, "Chesire, I understand everything now. Are you sure you want me to..?" Chesire nodded and said, "I'm partially to blame for this. I will take my responsibilities like an honorable human being." Alice began to cry. Grey was confused and started to scream at Chesire out of fear. Chesire answered him, "Calm yourself dear brother. It is time we sleep eternally." Alice screamed in agony as her light began to glow brighter. She shined her light bright until everything was white. It became an area of nothingness. The brothers were gone in the light and all was left was Alice. She was on the ground hugging her knees. She felt a hand on her shoulder and heard a whisper, "Believe in what you believe and not what you see, right?" Alice stood up to find herself back in the lava fields. She cried for a while until she heard a loud engine roaring. She looked up to the skies and shielded her eyes from the bright sun. She saw a sky ship landing near by. She follows it in the distance.

Clashing blades, sparks flying and blood splattering, painting the ground. All that took place just a few moments away from the castle of the Evil Lord. Anann struggles to block and dodge the constant barrage of swings and swipes of the enraged, greedy woman, Victoria Vice. Jumping back to create some distance, Anann quickly threw three explosive knives. Victoria countered by slashing them away, but Anann triggered the explosions just before. Two explosions went off and a cloud of black smoke arose. Anann, nervous and worried, waited to see the final result of her cunning strike. The smoke severed in half and in between Victoria stood, staring, almost as if she were possessed, at Anann. Anann picked up her swords and tightened her grip. Victoria began her onslaught once again and hacked away at Anann. Their blade sang to each other and the battle was like a most elegantfully performed choreographed script. They danced as their weapons sang. Neither Victoria nor Anann had time to feel fatigue or fear. They continued on as harsh and determined to kill the other. Anann, finally getting a good feel and rhythm of the flow, noticed something odd. The voice of her swords began to deepen. The voice of the two began getting deeper and deeper as Victoria's scythe sang brilliantly. With a kick from Victoria knocking Anann off balanced, she took the opportunity to strike for her head. Reacting with blinding speed, Anann blocked with her two blades. The weapons met for one final duet note. At the end of the song The swords cracked and shattered like glass. Anann's eyes widened as the pieces fell onto the ground. Victoria swung at Anann's waists. Anann fell back barely dodging her. Staring up at what could possibly be her reaper holding its scythe, she began to remember all her good times with everyone. Anann thought of the times she spent with the Hart family, with Ester and Lucy and with Alice. She thought of Fayt, how angry he'd be if he found out she had lost. She shut her eyes as the scythe made its way to her neck. She whispered her last words to her master, "Fayt, don't be angry. Smile for once." Blood splattered all over, so much that one can see a blob of red from hundred miles away. A body drops dead and cold onto the hard and cruel ground. The fight was over and the souls on the line now belong to the victor. The woman stood there drenched in blood in the middle of it all. It was silent, even the fields silenced their rampage for that moment.

Fayt stood inside the castle in the lobby he first attempted to kill the evil lord. And the same one he escaped from. He stood there alone. "They're all late. It's been almost an hour" he thought to himself. He paced back and forth around the red circular carpet. "Aw, what's the matter Fayty-boy? Miss you're friends?" Damon says as he appeared in front of Fayt's face upside down. Fayt stopped pacing and stared at  the clown in front of him. "You smell worse everytime I see you" he stated. Damon turned right side up and stood on the ground facing Fayt. "And you just don't know when to die! So we're even, no?" Fayt smirked, "Oh no, you just don't know how to kill." Damon became angered, "Is that so?!" Damon attempts to use his right hook on Fayt, but he reacted and noticed Damon's trick. Fayt blocked it and grabbed what seemed to be thin air. He broke of something metal and held it in front of Damon, "I'm sick of your games. And I'm sick of your tricks!" Damon disperses in smog. He appears upstairs sitting on the side railing, "And I'm sick of you being you! Come get me kitty!" Damon runs off laughing hysterically. Fayt tightened his fists and ran up the round stairs to follow. It led him to a section of the castle he's never seen. Regardless he kept going. He saw Damon run through the big double doors at the end of the black hall way. Fayt continued then stopped immediately. He looked around, "Something's suspicious here..." The hallway was pitch dark and painted black; it was as if he was going no where near the door. But he knew he could reach it. Suddenly scratching and moaning cried throughout the hallway. Fayt looked behind him and everything was pitch black as well. He continued down the hallway. Something grabbed his leg making him fall, soon he could feel more bodies covering him. More and more stacked on him, ripping away at his clothes and skins, until Fayt was sick of it all. His eyes glowed and pierced through the black mass. The creatures in the dark were killed in seconds once he blasted them off him with pure strength. He stomped his way to the door without being haltered by the creatures in the dark desperately trying to tear him apart. Once he finally reached the doors he kicked the giant doors down. As the doors fell he saw a white room, and as they finally slammed to the ground he was hit in the left arm by a knife throw at him. Fayt looked in the center of the completely white room and saw a table set up with plates and a teapot. On the far end Damon sat sipping tea with his legs crossed. He looked at Fayt and offered a seat. Fayt decides to play along and walked over to have a sit down with Damon God. "So, Fayt, how's about a truce?" Fayt sipped his tea, "Oh? So suddenly?" Damon supped after, "Yes, we both know I can't kill you. Obviously I can't, I try and try and you just keep popping back." Fayt added sugar to his tea and stirred, "I'll never die until I finish this." Damon put his cup down, "What is this exactly? Why are you going against your kind?" Fayt sipped his tea, "Because we're not so different from the humans. They deserve to live too." Damon slams the table, "The disgusting, flawed abortions?! Don't make me laugh! That's my job!!" Fayt crossed his legs and sat back; he took a sip and said, "Flawed as they are, they have hearts. Unlike you." Damon stood up angry and yelled back, "I was human once! They betray me! They made me into a monster!" Fayt sipped his tea and replied, "You made yourself a monster when you took the deal with not just the evil lord, but Johnny too." Damon sat down and stuck his tongue out at Fayt, "Heh, Mr.Diversus. Oh well, you're a hard nut to crack." Fayt stared at him, "Strong outer shell." Damon stood once again, "And we'll just have to crack that!" Explosions set off, Damon appeared at the other side of the room where a new door appeared. Fayt, still sitting in the chair holding but the handle of the tea cup, looked enraged himself. "I wasn't finished with my tea..." he said as he shot up from his chair. He felt a little dizzy when he saw two men dressed in white race down the same direction beyond the door. Fayt followed him through the door and found himself in a hallway filled with statues on each side, aligned all the way down to the two separate doors. He ran through the hall and saw a glimpse of the man in white going through the left door. He followed, opened the door, flew down the fleight of stairs and found himself in the basement. He stood atop of the grates separating him from the magma beneath him. He saw the man not too far from his position looking at a painting. Fayt walked and stopped a few steps behind him. "Stop! Damon fight me now and let's end this!" The man spoke, "I do not wish to." Fayt stormed up to him saying, "Now you don't want to fight?!" He grabbed the hood and the man put out his palm and blasted Fayt back. He took off his hood and turned to him. Fayt looked up after recovering and his eyes widened. "You!" The man had red piercing eyes like his, short brown hairy that was a bit spikey, he was taller and bore a scar down the right side of his face. "Hello, Fayt. It's been a while," he said. Fayt couldn't believe his eyes, "No...You died. I saw you die. You can't be alive! You're...!" The man walked up to his little brother and put his hand on his shoulder, "That's right. I'm Angel." Fayt brushed off his hand, "You can't be! This has to be a trick!" Angel turned back around and examined the painting of a door, "Look, we don't have enough time to have a chick flick moment. Ah there it is!" Fayt was suspicious of him, "If you're angel then what did you give me the day I thought you died as you closed your eyes?" Angel turned around and the painting of the door scaled to a larger size behind him. Its frame disappeared and it turned into a real door. "Look of we want to catch up to Damon we need to cut through here and fast!" Fayt stomped, "Answer me!" Angel sighed, "The Cerberus necklace." Fayt couldn't believe it, "Angel... It's really you! No one could have known that! Not even ester!" He walked up to hug his big brother, Angel responded by punching him in the left cheek, "I said no time for chick flick moments! Let's go damn it!" Fayt mumbled to himself, "Yeah nice to see you too..." they opened the door and walked into the king's bedroom. It was large, almost as vast as the whole floor they were on. There awaited A man dressed in black with a blue tie, sitting on a chair with his fedora covering his face and his arms and legs crossed. "Well, well, well look for the birdy dropped in. A helpless little pussy cat," he said in a grizzly deep voice. Angel and Fayt stood ready for what's to come. Damon appeared next to the man in black and chuckled. Fayt asked, "Johnny, right?" The man stood up, his face was half still hidden beneath his hat. He rotated his head and then his shoulders. "Well, Crow. Here we thought you were loyal." Fayt looked at Angel, "Crow? That was you?" Angel stepped forward, "I'll explain later." Johnny appeared in front of Angel and palmed him in the center of his chest. Angel flew back and crashed into the wall. Within a split second he was back near his chair, standing. "Whats the matter boys? Look like you got hit by a truck Angel." Angel struggled to get up and answers, "Something like that." Fayt appeared behind Johnny and upper cut him in the spine, "Thats my brother you're talking to!" Johnny turned his head a full 180 degrees and stared Fayt down. There Fayt saw his face. The face hidden beneath his hat. The upper portion of his face was nothing but skull. From his nose up nothing but skull! "Oh I like you, boy! Spunky!" Johnny says as he grabs Fayts arm and throws him against the wall near Angel. "Holy shit," Fayt said as he soared through the air. "He does that," Angel says. They both stood up. Johnny began to clap, "Have to say, I'm impressed. Not everyone enjoys a beating." Fayt looked at Angel, "Angel, take Damon. I got Ghost Rider here!" Angel nodded in agreement.

The final battles were now going to take place. Everything rides on this slim chance. The humans could be wiped out from the world entirely with the demons, the evil hearted ones, ruling both realms.

"We've got to hurry lads! Not much time left!"
"If you're talking time, where's the clock?"
"You idiot! He can feel the time eh?"
"Makes sense!"










"Wait no it don't."
"Would you two stop bickering and get to working! God help me, my sanity depends on it..."