(This can't be real.
He was just fine some while ago.
He was just alive.
Isn't he supposed to be alive?
Why did he die?
Why did...he...
have to die?)
Mar knelt to the ground,
Completely sobbing.
Before, she thought he'd really just die,
Since he was cowardly,
a bit self-centered,
the person she thought would rather hide.
Even with those rules of him,
She always notice how sweaty and shaky he is.
He looked like someone who would freeze when encountered with a monster,
Or perhaps someone who'd risk the other.
But...he thought less and less about himself.
And yet...should he have just thought about him that point?
Tears rolled down her cheeks as her fingers rattled from the disbelief.
Remembering the first time they met,
and his five survival tips.
He've totally disobeyed all those rules.
He definitely played the hero.
He've definitely risked his own life,
But why? Why does she feel that it wasn't right.
He breaks everything he says.
Those silly steps.
The determined words he'd tell her everytime she's afraid.
The promise that they'd be together till the end.
He broke them all.
Her vision started to blur as her disbelief turned to anger,
For once, she was unable to think logically,
She did not care about surviving.
All that's in her head,
Is having Nemue lost her smile.
That damn...annoying smile.
"What are you looking at me for, little doll?
Oh my, you really think you stand a chance?"
She then laughed,
The most annoying sound that ever entered her ears.
Martha crumpled her fists.
Shaking, stopping herself mentally,
From punching that stupid face.
But Nemue laughed on, and on,
Each time, becoming more concerning,
Martha snapped to her senses after it continued,
Realizing that this cannot be won.
She looked at her sword,
Already covered in thick crimson blood,
But as sharp as it may be,
Her hands are still trembling,
And to use it against her,
Is not enough, even with her burning will.
Nemue's continous laugh made everyone nervous,
Most of them are already exhausted and injured,
She looks at Raphael and urges him to stand,
And felt even more irritated, when he doesn't follow her command.
She then threatens to kill the lower angels first,
And with that, Raphael stood, having not much choice.
She reasons it would have been more fun,
If she injures him as he fights.
Abaddon grits his teeth,
As the sounds of both allies and enemies mixed,
He cannot risk opening his eyes,
When both sides are too close,
It's too dangerous to try.
More so, his body had also been recieving too much stress,
And his arms still ached, after continously being pressed.
Elenchos was no joke, and his grab on him wasn't half-meant,
Abaddon was angry, but no, he wasn't an idiot to try his fate.
Leviathan on the other hand, appeared,
Filling his surroundings with ice and chill,
The male dragon guarded him,
As the demon of envy rescues Mammon,
who is unconcious still.
"Damn, you lost both your hands?
You really have the baddest of luck,
Look at you, so soft and frail,
You better pay me back,
For helping you escape."
Humility, angered and frustrated,
Whipped the ice, over and over,
Despite knowing the demon lords' strength,
He carried on, and ignored the danger.
Tears streamed down his face,
Knowing that he had failed to commit revenge,
He knew that the moment they escape,
They will heal and come back,
Stronger than they once were.
Leviathan sighs and snapped his fingers,
Having the dragon freeze the reaper,
Humility dodged and was about to come after them,
When he heard the voice of Raphael.
"Let it go, Humility...
Losing your life...is not how things should be.
Just...protect the humans if ever I...
If ever this is my time."
Humility broke completely.
The pain, he had endured for years.
"How many will we lose?
If we were bound to win...
Then why...how can you explain this scene?"
Raphael was not able to answer,
As he was thrown to the other corner.
He felt dizzy, slow to recover,
Barely standing, barely fighting at all.
"I'll turn you to ash like what I did to that foolish child!
Or maybe I could do something far more painful to your insides!
And also,
you really think a young adult could handle me? Really?
That's the biggest joke I've ever heard in a while.
You truly are blind for following anything your Superior tells you to,
He is just a dumb kid,
Thinking anything will go his way,
Thinking he would win just because he has faith.
Well, look at what his deranged mindset led him to.
He really thought he could be a hero."
Nemue stabs Raphael's legs as she planned to cut them off,
Raphael bit his tongue, not wanting to make much noise.
Tears fell from his eyes, as he continued to have hope,
Seeing he hasn't given up, the witch again spoke.
"Just curse your God and get this over with,
Why don't you just die? You're already suffering.
If He cares, He would have saved you, you know?
But truth be told, you're just His mere toys.
You, your angels, and that boy.
You shouldn't have even tried,
So just lose your pointless hope."
That was when she snapped.
Too much words have been said,
Enough was enough.
The rope holding her senses together failed to remain intact,
As the witch continued with her blabber,
Making Ken's sacrifice seem worthless and dumb.
She held her sword,
Her hands were still shaking,
But her steps were bold.
Her heart could not take it anymore..
Her mind already clouded by anger and sorrow,
The angels did not even bother stopping her steps,
As they follow behind her, already blinded by rage.
The angels, no longer caring, ran after the witch,
Raising their swords, their spirits and spears.
The witch loved their screams, their desperate cries,
And she quickly turned around, to also cause them demise.
She rose her hand, about to snap her fingers,
When out of nowhere, they were cut off.
Her hand bled and her face paled.
Who had been causing it? And how could she have failed to detect?
She trembled and looked at her back,
But no one was there,
"So who was that?"
Her feet were cut off as quickly as her hand,
She quickly fell over, already crying in fear and shock.
She snapped her fingers to summon more monsters,
But like her limbs, were quickly cut over.
Even the angels could not fully comprehend what was happening,
It looked like a blur, like it wasn't even trying.
Nemue looked at her empty bottles,
There was none she could use to recover.
She quickly cried and yelled for Azazel,
But he never came, he never liked damsels.
She, out of frustration, called for her enemy to come out,
And after she finished her sentenced, was quickly slashed in the mouth.
In her horror, standing before her eyes,
Is the Seer, holding a scythe.
Shaking, while holding her jaw in place,
She told him, that he had darkness, about to awake.
But the man looking at her did not swayed,
As he smiles coldly, "Go back to hell."
The new-spawned Seer quickly aimed for her head,
Until she again, summoned another of her friends.
But with his teleportation and speed,
There was nothing more, that they could give.
Nemue snaps her fingers again,
but this time, no one came.
Aza then emerges from the rooftop,
And after seeing that Abaddon was alive,
Only smiled.
She then helped the people she rescued to come out,
But due to exhaustion and her own wounds, she completely passed out.
Nemue curses loudly for all to hear,
"You brat! You should have died! How could this happen to me?!"
But without Ken's mask enveloping his face,
Two new eyes were clearly seen in display.
The seer did not spoke as he comes closer,
Making Nemue crawl as far as she is able.
She summoned a doll again, tried stabbing it over and over,
But it had no effect,
"So you're still dead...but how are you-"
But her head was cut off,
And her last words were reduced to a whisper.
Ken's eyes looked powerful yet lifeless.
The bloody sight did not make him squint nor react any different.
There was no shaking, there was no fear,
And as the others saw his brutality,
Was unsure where he got his gift.
Martha, despite others telling her to get back,
Quickly ran towards him, giving him a hug.
But she quickly backed off, when he didn't speak a word.
"Ken..do you recognize me at all?"
Ken's figure suddenly knelt to the ground,
And to her surprise, quickly sobbed.
Martha came closer, wanting to take a look,
But Ken quickly grabbed her, forcing her to be close.
"I thought I won't see you again,"
Ken whispered.
"So you're not dead?"
"What does it look like, you moron,"
Martha's eyes flowed with tears once more,
As Ken quickly worried, "What's with you sniffling so soon?"
"It's the first time you cursed me, that's all."
Ken laughed and Martha followed,
But what Martha could not understand is his sudden arrival.
"How are you alive, though?"
Ken loosened his embrace,
As he hears something from far away.
"Maybe tomorrow..."
Samael held his breath as he worries he'd get caught,
He carefully backs away, as he walks away from them all.
(I'm high up the clock so how can he still hear me?
Tsk, never mind, all that Azazel wanted me to do is know the location of the seer.
And that witch, I thought she could handle them for real,
But...she really failed, huh?
And if she did, it's even worse for me.
I'm no chicken, but I'm no fool either.
I can handle the angels, but...no, not this..not this devil.
I have to get back and report her failure.)
Samael then walks, limiting the sound he would make,
But as he walks on, the corpses of angels were scattered in his place.
(They are weak. Weak and small after Azazel's dose,
And yet...that monster...there's no way I could fight him off.
I just hope Master could take care of him for us,
And I don't understand.
He doesn't smell like an angel, a reaper, a devil, or a human.
What is he this time?)
...
Azazel sits in his made shift throne,
Inside his laboratory as Samael spoke,
His face looked unbothered, emotionless even,
But Eligorr could see,
How tight his grip is, on the glass he is holding.
"We'll let Lucifer handle this,
We can't risk dying."
"And Nemue?"
"Why would you worry for her?
I can do another,
Without even trying.
And Eligorr, report this to Lucifer.
Let's see what he'll do,
How he'd handle this newborn monster."
Eligorr bowed, as he quickly did,
What was told by his master.
Azazel then stands up,
And went to a secret passage,
He opens a certain door,
And the smell that greeted him reeks of carnage.
He looks ahead, not even flinching from their growls and hollers,
"Can you calm down? It's only me, your Father."
But not even his presense calmed the creatures down,
So he yelled again, but louder, having the monsters then follow his command.
When they saw him walk ahead,
And open the containers of fresh meat,
His creations he deemed his 'children' quickly rattled in their cages,
Hungry and starved to eat any flesh.
Azazel observed their monstrosity,
They were savage, but can wait patiently.
They follow him, and they respond,
They are strong, and could heal fast.
From all the abominations he had made,
This was by far, his most confident yet.
They were given all sorts of blood,
Angel, reaper, demon alike.
It was hard for him to make something that would accept all at once,
And yet, perfection is honed from his thousands of tries.
He laughs in insanity as he insults all the Lords,
"Even those bullets won't win him his goal.
Oh, Lucifer...clever, but not clever enough,
Beating me in a game of wits is funny,
Should I laugh?"
He then looks and admires his creations yet again,
Some of them people he once hates, and some are his friends,
He really couldn't care any less,
So long as they would take him to victory,
One special day.
"I know you can break out of those cages if you want to,
But your patience and obedience will reward you,
Once Father lures all the humans left in this world,
You can eat as much as you like, even the Angels and the Seven Lords.
But for now you should eat those meat I've prepared, alright?
I know it's frustrating, but we'll just let them kill each other before we attack.
Though, you shouldn't worry, you don't have to wait much longer,
Who knows? Maybe I'd free you tomorrow night,
and you can finally satisfy your hunger."