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"Yeah. So what? He threatened me first, so I threatened him back!" Kira crosses her arms and smirks.

"It's true, pulled her sword out on him and everything, or so I hear." Marce added. Alkilai was incredibly shocked.

"...Damn, I'm not sure if you're brave or just stupid." He remarked, he didn't exactly have any respect for Lord Elohim himself, but if he ever met the guy he wasn't sure he would have the guts to pull something like that. He then turned back to the Reaper. "If she really threatened him, than why didn't he just, you know, kill her?"

"Lord Elohim is a lot of things, and he likes to think loving is one of them, even with Lucifer he could never bring himself to destroy any of his children, so casting them out is the next best thing." Marce explained, confirming what the Cherub Knight had told them.

"Alright, now for the big one, do you have any idea why the Archangels want Kira dead, is it revenge for threatening their father or something like that?" Alkilai asked, this was the real question they need answered. However, Marce just shook her head after a moment of thought.

"Sorry, haven't heard anything like that." She admitted. "There've been some whispers among the Cherubs and Anointed Souls, but it looks like the Archangels are keeping their motives under tight wraps." Alkilai lowered his head in disappointment, this was their only lead and it led nowhere, or so he thought. "But on Hell's side..."

"Hell?"

"They've been a lot more... lively lately." Marce began. "From what I've seen, they're really hyped about something, and it started right about the time Kira fell. My best guess, Kira being cast out somehow benefits Hell, enough so that perhaps..."

"The Archangels wouldn't want her breathing." He finished in realization.

Kira snapped up, her sword drawn. "Alkilai! I heard laughter from somewhere over there." She pointed behind her with her sword. "Right about the time...she...said who wants me." Kira spun around as she heard quiet laughter again. "There's something there."

"Huh, what do you..." Alkilai began, but stopped when he realized what she was talking about, he felt a surge of Demonic Power appear out of nowhere just as he heard the laughter she had mentioned. He and Marce turned to where they felt the source was coming from, the laughter got louder as the space a few meters from them began to distort as a large figure walked through it. This figure seemed to be made completely out of a strange, red, smoke like energy, similar to Wraiths, its form held together by what seemed to be bitch black stone and/or bone. It's head was skull like, with large horns sticking out of either side of its head. The figure approached them, still chuckling with amusement.

"He, he, he, ah, it's been so long since I've been here on the surface, I must say it is quite... liberating." It said in a deep menacing voice, with what seemed to be a smirk on its face.

"Abaddon, I might have known." Alkilai said, recognizing the demon as the ruler of the Wraiths. "So I'm guessing it was one of yours that attacked us, and opened that Hell Gate."

"Guilty as charged." Abaddon admitted. "You know, I was never too keen on my position as keeper of those filthy things, but if those contorted, disfigured, mangled little souls are good for anything, it's opening Hell Gates." He taunted.

Kira jumped into her fighting stance, using her sword as a defensive mechanism. "What do you want with us, Abbadon?" She said firmly. If one were to look closely, they would see a hint of love in Abbadon's eyes. They would also see that Kira was not looking directly into his eyes, but just beneath them. "Tell us now or we slay you where you stand!"

"You wound me Kirikisa, I come bearing no ill will." Abaddon insisted, in an almost teasing manner.

"Like demons have any other kind." Alkilai replied, shifting the demon's attention to him.

"If I wanted you dead, Nephilim, we wouldn't even be having this conversation." He half threatened in a menacing voice. "But alas, today I am but a messenger, as was my hoard you so rudely exterminated."

"Oh yeah, and the few dozen people killed by that hoard was just a bonus?" Marce chimed in, much to Abaddon's chagrin.

"Hold your tongue Reaper, if memory serves you are not allowed an opinion on the matter." He reminded, slowly approaching the incapacitated Reaper, the two glaring daggers at each other.

"Yeah, well I am." Alkilai asserted, stepping in between them and putting his guard up, stopping Abaddon in his tracks. He glared at him a moment, obvious annoyance on his face. However, it was soon replaced with a slightly playful look when he looked back to Kira.

"I must say I'm surprised at you Kirikisa, I figured you would keep better company that these two... creatures."

"You shut up! You vile creature, you don't deserve to talk about them like that! Leave us alone!" Kira says. She's very mad, and she steps protectively in front of Marce and Alkilai.

"Hypocrite." Alkilai and Marce say in unison, in a dead pan tone. Kira constantly talked down to them, even though as a Fallen Angel she was at best their equal, some would even say lower than them, Abaddon seemed to believe this as well, as her threat did nothing to wipe the amused smirk on his face.

"Vile, that's not what you called me during the siege of Babel, I suppose it is only I who look back at the time we spent together as... fond memories." Abaddon said, in that same teasing manner. Alkilai pondered just what the demon could be talking about, and after a moment, realization hit him.

"Wait a minute, you two didn't..." He began, looking to Kira for a response.

Kira blushes and keeps her gaze just below Abbadon's eyes. "N-no!" She glares at Abbadon. "How could you?" She hisses angrily.

"Why not, you're reputation has already hit rock bottom after your fall, what more harm could a couple of your dirty little secrets getting out really do to you?" Abaddon replied, he seemed to still be teasing, but was much more malicious about it this time around.

"Alright, cut the crap, what the hell do you want with us!" Alkilai demanded, tired of the demon's taunting. Abaddon sighed in what seemed to be contempt.

"Very well, as I said before, I have no intention of killing any of you today, I am merely an emissary of Hell." Abaddon said.

"Translation?" Marce inquired.

"That horde of Demons I sent after you weren't meant to kill you, they were meant to capture you." He revealed. "Of course when that failed, we decided to try for a more... civilized approach."

"We?" Alkilai said quizzically.

"I am here on behalf of Lucifer, greatest of the Demon Lords, he has extended an invitation to his sister, Kirikisa, and I am to be your escort." The demon finally explained, much to the group's shock.

"Wait, Lucifer, as in the fallen Archangel, what does he want with Kira?" Alkilai asked. In retrospect it made sense, Kira was the only other of their kind to have been cast out, it was understandable that he'd want to win her over for Hell.

"It is none of your concern Nephilim, leave us be." Abaddon ordered before turning his attention back to Kira. "Come now, Lucifer is waiting."

"No. Tell my brother that my time isn't up yet. Which, he can clearly see," She gestured to Marce and Alkilai without looking at them, "By them." She stepped back in line with Marce and Alkilai. "So you have no job here." Then she turned to Alkilai. "Let's go."

Before Kira could leave, Abaddon reached out and grabbed he fallen angel by the hair, painfully yanking her back towards him.

"I said, Lucifer is waiting, and he does not take no for an answer." Abaddon asserted threateningly, lifting her off the ground and bringing her face to his. "And neither do I..." he breathed menacingly. However, just before Kira could respond, Abaddon was grabbed by the horn by Alkilai's gauntlet and the Nephilim was propelled toward him, landing a drop kick on his face and forcing him to let Kira go. Alkilai landed gracefully on the ground as Abaddon clumsily stopped himself from falling, sending a death glare at him.

"YOU FOOL, I WILL PEEL THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES!!!" He roared, any trace of civility evaporating in his rage.

"So much for civil." Marce quipped as Alkilai fell into a defensive stance.

Kira fell to the ground like a cat and grabbed a secret weapon from her boots. She raised it in front of Abbadon. It was a glowing red dagger, with a blue gem at the handle. "I said, my time isn't up!" She yelled. Her other hand gripped her sword tight, as she knew a battle was soon coming. "Don't hurt them. I'll tell my father. You want him to know? You want my brother to know? The whole of our world will know what a disgrace you are, Abbadon. Even the mundanes will know of you. yet no one will cower from you. You will cower from them, you will be so afraid. You shall have to go everywhere in shame, humiliation, for if you don't then you will die where you lived!"

Abaddon laughed maniacally at Kira's threat. "I see your fall did nothing to break your ego Kirikisa. You fail to realize just how low you are, your "father" has turned his back on you, Heaven wants you dead, and these lowly humans will give you as much respect as they'd give any beggar on the street, your word means nothing." He stated, there was some truth to his words, Kira wasn't exactly in Heaven's good graces at the moment, and if the Clergy ever learned of her fall, she would be put on the same level as a lesser demon, treated as an abomination whose vary existence disgraces Lord Elohim, any threat that came from her would be laughable.

She smiled. "It's sad how little you know about your Master, the reason he wants me is he'd do anything to help his little sister. I'll say you hurt me, tore my wings or something." She spread her wings majestically, and the world around her seemed to glow a little. "You're jealous because of him, about what he did to," Here she smirked, "Your sister."

"...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" He laughed hysterically. "Jealous, my sister is nothing but a whore slave girl, I could care less what Lucifer does to her." Abaddon asserted, Demons had very little respect for those without power, even if they were family. "And it's true Lucifer would rather I take you in one piece, but he also said..." He raised his hand and a ball of demonic energy formed in his hand. "...Accidents happen." He threw the energy ball at the group, Alkilai and Kira leaped out of the way just in time to avoid it, the resulting explosion leaving a crater in the ground that just so happened to destroy the circle that was trapping Marce.

"Well, that's convenient." Marce stated, as she stepped out of the circle unhindered.

"Begone Reaper, this is a matter of the living, it doesn't concern you." Abaddon ordered, but Marce stayed her ground.

"Maybe not..." Marce began, holding out her hand for a shadowy scythe to appear in it. "But I'm due for some down time anyway." She said as she fell into a defensive stance.

"...Very well, you and the Nephilim will perish for standing against me!" Abaddon replied, summoning orbs of energy in both of his hands and throwing them at the group.

Kira was shocked, and tempted to cry out. She held her grip, however. If threats wouldn't hurt, maybe she could use her secret power. Kira held both her hands up, crossed, and an image of a fair-skinned, raven haired girl appeared. She was standing against a telephone pole in what appeared to be a bikini. She shuttered and licked her lips. Kira faced the demon, her expression never wavering.

(SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for the long wait, hope we can continue)

Abaddon stopped his onslaught for a moment at the sight of the illusion, he looked closely at it, recognizing it as his sister, at least in her less sinister guise. He stared at it before letting out a laugh.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, did you really think this could protect you?" He mocked, pointing at the hologram. "I have seen your tricks before Kirikisa, and I myself am no stranger to deception of this manor. And besides..." he raised his hand and summoned another orb of energy, firing it at the illusion, making it dissipate. "I would gladly strike her down, one less demonic whore for me deal with."