Boy was cleaning his claws while Girl was wiping blood off her lips. After cleaning up the blood, the twins walked off. Next on what their mission was to group up with the distraction team. Turning around, the two saw a little girl approach them.
"What are you looking at?"
"You filth," her arms trembled.
The Boy pushed his sister behind him and looked at the girl, "I know you're just a kid, but I won't let you call my sister filth."
The girl began to laugh uncontrollably, "What are you going to do," she opened a book and started ro repeat the words, "Cursed Magic-"
Boy's eyes had widened, "WAIT WAIT WAIT," He started towards the girl.
"Cursed Magic-Age," she began to grow older, "Now I'll be able to help daddy, for I Sarah Escobar, will help him eradicate this filth."
"Sister we need to warn the others," Boy had came back to her and she hopped on.
"Why don't we just kill her?"
"Because Grimm had given us a specific role to play."
Sarah was a full grown adult now. Her breast had grown slightly, guess she was destined to be flat chested, and her height was taller than Grimm and Father Escobar. The aura coming off her was scary, maybe better than Father Escobar's magic. Sad truth to this magic, is Boy remembered Danny saying once, "Curse magic always comes at another cost, some can kill you to vast the spell, others may curse your soul. When you're a cursed magic user, you can avoid some of these, but if it's first time...well it won't be so good." By Boys estimation, she was going to die in Twenty-Four hours.
Boy had began to traverse the rooftops, going from one roof to another.
Keen on killing them, Sarah pursued, copying her Father's magic, she was wielding the 'holy' sword, "STOP RUNNING, AND LET ME KILL YOU!!"
Arya and the others began taking prisoners of those who surrendered. Most were human fathers and mothers who didn't want their child to be without, a few were just people afriad to die, and there was just five demons.
"Seems like we've done our job here," Jack licked his lips.
"If you're breathing fine, what was the point of that mask thing anyways," Arya tapped her chin.
"It kept me from fully transforming, something Father Escobar was testing on me before I escaped."
"I see now."
The angels all danced around and about, for they flourished like a patch of flowers in spring. Two out the crowd approached Arya.
"Names James," said the male.
"Names Simmer," said the female.
"Arya Chatowä," she shook their hands.
"Elrod told us the plan wasn't just about demons, but it seems over? Whys that," James said as he wiped his blade clean with a clothe made of his light magic.
"Actually about that, me and our companions were going to finish the last part of the plan, so we need you to stay and watch the prisoners," she pointed at the general.
"Sure," said Simmer, grabbing Arya's shoulder, "But can I ask why I smell Elrod off of you," she said with a devilmans face.
"Aren't you suppose to be friendly???" Arya whimpered like a dog, darting her eyes around, "And I don't know whatever you must mean by that," she pried herself free and signaled the others to join back up with her, and they headed off.
Simmer sighed, "That's totally Elrods girlfriend, right?"
"Well she was probably afriad to say yes becasue she thought you liked him too probably," James retorted.
Simmer looked at him sideways, "Well let's hope they fare well."
Grimm had jumped over and behind Father, forcing him to turn. The two had been fighting for quite some time now. Father was more exhausted than Grimm, but he got more hits in. Looking at his left arm, he had used it to block most lethal blows, covering it in blood, nearly rendering it useless. Grimm would heal it, but Father wouldn't let him, he knows that. Father, tired, had also scratches scattered about his body, his deepest wound was where his heart was, he barely stopped Grimm that time.
"Francis," he took a breathe, "I will stop you, here and now," his eyes flared with determination.
"You took the words," he panted, "Right out my mouth Elrod," Father walked forward and collapsed.
Grimm, seeing his moment, moves forward and also collapsed.
The two had lied in their sweat. They struggled to get up, Grimm faster than Father. The last bit of their mana drained, and the magic they had active, gone. Grimm's Sycthe, turned dull, and Father's swords, to dust.
Grimm got up, and trudged his way over to Father, wrapping his hands around his neck, and tossing him to the ground. Grimm started choking Father out. "I wish it were quick to," he said over Father's struggle.
In retaliation, Father slapped Grimm's left arm, making him fall over. Now Father began choking Grimm out, "Not...so...fast."
Grimm kneed Father's balls, and pushed him over.
A hopless battle between two exhausted men.
Arya and the others just arrived, watching the two duke it out. Holding her hand out to the side, she had faith in him. Before she knew it, and explosion came from the rooftops, sending Boy and Girl flying. Treyala and Puer caught the both of them mid air with the roots they conjured up. Lowering then down, the two checked them for wounds. Arya came over and saw Boy was badly scratched and cut, Girl just had a few scratches, Boy must've protected her. Will Arya was healing the twos wounds, they all looked at the roof, even Grimm and Father looked. Appearing, was Sarah. Her eyes held a crazed look, she looked at everyone, then her father.
"Daddy look!"
Father Escobar looked displeased, "My child, why did you," he struggle to stand up.
"But aren't you glad daddy? I can help you fight now," she jumped down from the roof and walked over to him.
"But you used cursed magic, now your life will be ended in twenty-four hours," he raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder, "My sweet daughter."
Grimm stood up and trudged over.
Sarah looked at him, "Oh...a shame then," she dashed towards him, cutting his arm off with her holy sword, "Then I guess I should get to work."
Grimm fell backwards.
The others started to move, but Grimm raised his hand, telling them to stop.
"Guys," he said weakly, "Go," he breathed heavily.
Father sighed, "My daughter, I know you mean well, but let me save you."
She laughed hestiracly, "You know what then, kill me then father!"
"What?"
Her eyes had widened, "SHOW THE FILTH THE POWER OF GOD!!"
"No, I mustn't," he looked st his hands, "I want to kill the filth for you, but not by taking your life."
Arya dragged Grimm away while the two spoke, "What were you thinking?"
Grimm's blood left a trail, "Blood Magic-Blood Prison," his blood stopped spilling, "I said I was going to kill Francis, not his child, but now I feel hesitant."
Arya dropped Grimm on his back, and everyone in the ally stared at him.
"What," everyone shouted at him.
Jack grabbed Grimm's neck and raised him, not enough to choke him though, "Tell me your fucking joking," he snarled his teeth.
"I'd hate to grow up, without a father you know?"
Jack dropped him.
Grimm had recovered enough mana, so he pointed his right hand to his left arm, "Light Magic-Mothers Blessing," he finally used one of his mother's spells, and at that, his arm regrew. Standing, he still had some mana left, and once more, "Light Magic-Restoration," he felt completely energized once more.
A scream came from where they left Father. Peering over, many gaurds came from further in the walls. Looking at Father, his daughter rested in his arms....lifelessly. Her arms laid limply at her side, but a knife impaled her heart. The scream came from Father himself. He stood and looked at the group with a crooked neck.
"Holy Magic-WORLD DESTROYER," His voice sounded cracked, broken, lost of thought. All of a sudden, his daughter's body fused with him, and the guards near him had also fused with him.
Grimm and the others walked out from the ally way, and faced him.
"This looks bad," Puer whispered.
Grimm pulled out his Sycthe, "His world destroyer magic, when he sacrifices someone he loves that much....he gets the power of gods."
"God," Jack shouted
Arya looked at Father, thought of his actions he's committed, all he's said, "He was able to love?"
Treyala placed her hand on Arya's shoulder, "He's alive like us all, no matter how little emotions one can show, they have reasons, they can love."
"I hate how I know your right."
Girl and Boy ran up to Grimm's side.
"Can we defeat him,"Girl said in a panic.
"How can we defeat him? God or not, he's alive, he can bleed, so I know we can!"
Looking at Father slowly raise up in the sky, he raised his right hand, and he conjured up a two-handed blade, made of light and darkness, his hair had lost all the ability to follow the laws of gravity, and now levitated above him. Looking at his left hand, he had a magic circle there, seemed permanent for the time he is in this state.
Grimm looked at his Sycthe, at Father, the back at his companions. "Even with the angels backing us up," he looked at their despair, the loss of hope, "It looks like we are going to meet our end," Grimm then cut his arm, letting it bleed onto his Sycthe, "But that doesn't mean give-up! Blood Magic infused with Dark Magic-The Grim Reapers Wrath." Grimm's left arm was wrapped around in crystalized blood, and his right was covered in a dark fog. His Sycthe had grew slightly in size, and was also covered in Grimm's crystalized blood. His ears, the toes had also been covered in his crystalized blood. Breathing in slowly, he looked at his companions, "If all looks grim, run away, but for now, let's go all out," he knew he couldn't stay dead, but if anyone else died....that was that.