Sephiriel, of course, knew exactly what the aborted sentence had been about to finish with, but she wasnât about to say it. There were some words that, once spoke, could alter the course of fate itself. Some words had powerâshe knew that very well indeed. If she or anyone else said them now, things might not go as they were supposed to. Her chance of failing in her sacred mandate would increase, and if she failed, the world failed with her. So it was a bit of an underestimation to say she was relieved when they never actually made it out into the open air.
Kaz looked back and forth between Momo and Des for a moment, a sly little smile that Asmodeus knew very well flickering over her face before she returned to the matter at hand. âSo, we get them back,â she told the girl. âHow exactly are we supposed to go about that? Is there a plan or is this a âmake it up as we go alongâ situation? Weâre pretty good at those, actually.â
Morgan rolled out his shoulders, his neck cracking in the process. "Until the seven years of Tribulation actually start, War and Famine can switch bodies, move from host to host. But once it starts, they're sealed in whatever body they're in, for good. The problem is, no one really knows when the Tribulation will start. That's something that changes with every passing second. It's never constant. So, we're pretty much winging it. Frankly, we're not sure how to get them out of their hosts." He had smiled at Tsuki, shaking his head slightly. Always the emotional one. It became rather apparent just how much he'd missed them in the last fifteen years.
Desdemona, on the other hand, was far from pleased. Her scowl had only deepened the longer the conversation dragged on, and finally, she couldn't take it any longer. "No." She said sharply, and Morgan cast her a sideways glance, but allowed her to continue speaking. He knew it would do him little good to try and stop her. "There is no we, and there never will be a we. Morgan and I can handle this on our own."
Morgan sighed through his nose. "Des..." He said slowly, when he trailed off. His attention was taken by two things: the sudden upsurge in Kirito's aura, and the sudden appearance of another aura altogether.
Bartram had appeared across the street from them, and in response, Alamgir stood where Kirito had. There was little time for any sort of reaction, as a split second later, Des had gone straight for War. Morgan had taken only one step when he was stopped by a hand at his throat. Crimson eye met crimson eyes, Alamgir grinning up at him. Morgan could only smirk slightly. "Conquest."
"Mammon."
With that simple word, the two of them vanished, reappearing a short distance away from each other, and one thing had changed about both of their appearances: Alamgir was now sporting the black wings of his father, whereas Morgan's wings were a deep crimson that matched his hair. Morgan scoffed slightly. He didn't have time for this. Des was not faring well against War, the Horseman was simply toying with her.
Cass, As! Get Des, get her out of here! I can handle Alamgir."
As nodded once, glancing over at Caspar. Of course, he did until something rather hard hit him, sending him backwards into the building next to him hard enough to crack the wall.
"Hello, Azzy....Bart said Dama can kill you. So Dama is going to kill you."
As groaned, blood running down his face from the top of his head. Great, this chick. This day just kept getting better and better.
âLike Hell you are!â someone else answered, and a sturdy shoulder plowed into Akeldamaâs emaciated-looking side. Kazehana did not look pleased, but she had not forgotten that this was Desâs sister. Whether the girl wanted their help or not, she was going to get itâthat was what they did for the people that helped one of their own, and taking Asaroth into her body to help Morgan definitely counted. So killing Famine (because hello, the skinny Horseman was obviously Famine) wasnât an option, but that wasnât to say that sheâd take kindly to the girl threatening her husband. Not by a damn long shot. Conjuring several soul spheres, Kaz used them to try and pin Akeldama to a wall, as sheâd once done in a practice bout to the demon fighting her son.
The weird was back, and it never seemed to run out of ways to throw her for a loop.
Cass, on the other hand, stepped in to help Desdemona, who was obviously struggling against War. Though Seph looked narrow-eyed for a moment at the fight between Alamgir and Mammon, she did not join it, determining that in the end, Bartram was the bigger threat here. She doubted the demon would even think of killing Conquest, and sheâd deal with it when it happened if he attempted the feat. There was a flash of light, and Sephiriel was once more bedecked in her shining armor, a longsword in her left hand and a shield in her right. Cass was holding a simply massive zweihander, which he swung around as though it weighed nothing, forcing War back from the green-haired girl.
When Kazehana slammed into Akeldama's side, it was like hitting a brick wall. Akeldama barely even moved. Her red eyes only swiveled over to the purple-haired woman, a slightly confused look on her face. Then, a look of knowing passed through her eyes. "Oh, Dama knows you, you're the Lady." She looked at the soul spheres, and then, she leaned forward, swallowing it whole. She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Oh....that was yummy. It's too bad you're the Lady...Dama would love to eat your soul...but Dama isn't allowed to kill you...Bart would get angry." She looked almost rueful for a second, her gaze returning to As, whom she glared at.
She jumped lightly, and vanished, reappearing in the air above As. All it took was one light touch on top of his head with the ball of her bare foot. For a second, As didn't feel a thing. And then, there was a crushing amount of pain at the top of his skull, blood leaking from his ears as he collapsed. "Dama said she would squish you, Azzy..."
Bartram, on the other hand, had simply been blocking and dodging the girl's swings, whose anger and fear and pain were only making her less powerful, and reckless. He had come for one reason: to get Conquest. He'd expected Sephiriel to be present, not the entire family. He wasn't even sure who this Desdemona was, or why she was so intent on attacking him with a Soul Scythe, of all things.
It was when Sephiriel and Caspar stepped in that he finally did attack. With a flick of his wrist, a stream of fire shot directly at Desdemona, wrapping onto her wrist and forcing her to let go of the weapon. Caspar swung at him, and the Horseman only flickered, the blade passing through him harmlessly. Desdemona's eyes widened. He shouldn't be able to do that, not yet anyway. With another flick, he sent the girl flying straight into Caspar, his attention then focusing on Sephiriel. "Well, Storm-Singer?"
Morgan, on the other hand, figured there was only one way to end this. Asmodeus was in a bad way, and with three Horsemen present, it was likely that only Sephiriel stood a chance against Bartram right now, and even that chance was slim. So, he acted. He knew what War wanted. Well, he could have it. Morgan feigned a duck, instead making for the Scythe that Des had dropped. Sure enough, Alamgir followed him, and as soon as Morgan took hold of the weapon, he swung it, the blade passing through the horseman. For a second, Alamgir froze, a look of surprise passing over his face. The blade hadn't harmed him.
That was when something strange happened. Conquest grabbed both sides of his head, and with a bright surge of dark energy combined with an odd crackling noise, Kirito and Alamgir stood about three feet apart, mirror images of each other save for their coloration. Both of them blinked at each other, and then they both passed out. Morgan caught Kirito, letting Alamgir go. He turned to Bartram. "Well, he's what you wanted, right? Then take him and get out of here."
For a second, Bartram glanced at them all, disbelief in his eyes. He then simply picked up Conquest and said shortly, "Akeldama!" He then turned on his heel and vanished. Dama giggled, glancing down at Asmodeus. "Looks like Azzy lucked out today. Dama thinks you should get some help though. Bye-bye!" With a giggle and a twirl, she, too, vanished.
Kaz was at Asmodeusâs side immediately, gently inspecting his head wound. She converted two of her spheres into wisps of energy, treading these through her fingers and touching the point of impact as gently as she could. This would not heal immediately, not even with as much as she could give it. Cass and Tsuki were superior healers to she, but she could do something to help himâthough it was the furthest thing from good, the wound was not fatal. âShit, shit, shit⊠talk to me, As,â Her free hand moved to his cheek, resting there gently.
Her focus was such that she almost missed what was happening to her son, but though there was nothing she could do about it, she watched War carry Alamgir away. âWhat the Hell, Morgan! Thatâs my son youâre letting him walk away with!â Not that she was sure there was really anything else to do; though Cass and Sephiriel were still fine, Desdemona wasnât looking good, and Kirito was unconscious. The fallen angel set the girl gently on her feet, shaking his head.
If Khalid had shown up to this fight, it may well have become a slaughter. Caspar was actually somewhat interested in the fact that he hadnât, when his presence would have made it quite the decisive stroke for the Horsemen. Sephiriel looked thunderousâthough Bartram hadnât scratched her, she hadnât managed to do anything to him, either, and now one of her charges was gone. âThereâd better be a good reason for this,â she said slowly, referring to the fact that Mammon had let Bartram walk away with Alamgir in hand. âOtherwise, Iâm going after him.â It wasnât smart, but it was her job to guard him, and she was feeling very much like a failure right now. It was not a feeling she was accustomed to, and she didnât like it one damn bit.
Before either Fuhen knew what was going on, the battle that had sprung from nowhere resulted in most of them being hurt, and Kazehana was trying her hardest to heal Asmodeus. Immediately, Tsukiyo beckoned Cassiel to follow her, and she obliged her mother. Tsukiyo set a hand on Kazehana's shoulder as Cassiel went around to the other side, rubbing her hands together to kickstart the warmth. "Cassie can take over from here Kaz," she spoke to her sister, ushering her away from Asmodeus so Cassiel could have better leverage. Cassiel glanced towards her aunt and offered a smile before returning her attention towards Asmodeus.
"You're wounds are going to need an accelerant, so this might hurt a bit Uncle Dei-Dei," she stated, hovering over the unconscious demon. Taking a deep breath, she summoned her light and began threading her fingers together, however; if one peered close enough, they would notice small bouts of fire mixed in with the light. The fire would force the skin to singe slightly, causing its natural instincts to heal while being aided by the healing factor inherited from both parents. Once she was finished, Cassiel sighed, leaning back on her legs slightly. "There. Uncle Dei-Dei should be fine...for now," she stated, glancing up at Kazehana with a tired, yet bright smile.
Morgan let out an exasperated sigh. "Your son is going to be just fine. Alamgir will have no choice but to return. They are of one soul, he can't survive without Kirito, and he well knows it. What I did was the only way to ensure we all came out of this alive." Des looked weary, holding her wrist gingerly.
"He has forty-eight hours to return to his other half. Kirito will not wake up until he does. But will Bartram simply let him leave?"
"He won't have a choice. Aside from that, none of the Horsemen command any of the others, not entirely. War can't stop him from leaving. Go after him if you feel you must, Sephiriel, but it would tantamount to suicide."
Desdemona sighed. Like it or not, they were all tied together in this. She picked up her scythe, stowing it away. "We should get off the streets. Prince or not, it will take Asmodeus a while to wake up. Famine's attacks are nothing short of brutal. Morgan is right, Alamgir will have no other choice than to return. It is not the greatest of solutions, but it is perhaps the best one available right now."