Hailey frowned, standing and stretching. She draped him over her shoulders, moving him to the couch, and set him down. She left the apartment building, trailing Mediele and Serae. She stumbled, shocked by the thick air that slammed into them about two steps outside. "Don't move." a familiar voice grumbled, and all three froze. Serae pushed Mediele behind him. Hailey fell into a fighting stance.

"I'm not here to fight," Miniel growled, stepping forward from the black smoke that surrounded them. Her eyes were a sickening red, not anything like her own. "I'm here to make a trade," she said, shoving her hands into the pockets of her grand coat. "You give me the girl, and I let young Mediele go unharmed." she said, making her offer straight to Serae. Hailey shifted again, darkening her eyes.

"Have you got the cure to an angel scratch?" she asked, and Miniel looked at her. Her eyes softened slightly, before hardening. "Yes, I do recall studying that at some point in the last few years. Why?" she asked. "We need it." Serae answered for her. "Give it to us, and you've got a deal." Mediele said for his protector. Hailey blinked, shocked, but when Miniel looked at her, she reluctantly nodded before looking to the ground.

"Good," Miniel said happily. "To cure angel scratch," she began," You need to give the patient a cup of holy water, and while that offers pain relief, have an angel of any kind-fallen or no-heal the wound with a feather from their own wing." She said. Serae nodded, relaxing slightly, and grabbed Hailey's arm. He pushed her forward, in front of him, and Miniel grabbed hold of her shirt as soon as they were in distance.

"Good doing business with you, dear friend." Miniel said politely, and Hailey was blinded by black.

Serae closed his eyes an let out a sigh, turning on the spot. "I guess we go back." He sighed, leading Jonas back. He went up into the room and knelt down next to the suffering angel. "I doubt this'll work." Jonas whispered s they looked upon Spyrth's writhing body. With a slight nod, Serae held a hand to his counterparts' forehead, "She seems to thing so." He shook his head.

"No angel can do this to one other own in this way. It's not the exact type she was thinking of." Jonas said, looking sadly down to Spyrth. "It's a punishment more than anything."

"Let me go," Hailey bit out, causing Miniel to hold on tighter. She was dragged through the hall and dumped in a crude cell. "Wait here." Miniel snapped. Hailey growled, but instead of wasting her energy on pushing herself up, she leaned back against the wall. Miniel returned quickly, as if not trusting her to be left alone for long.

"See, father?" she asked, and Hailey looked up from her hands to see her counterpart and father standing together by the bars. She watched him frown, process her, and look to Miniel. Miniel simply nodded. She sighed, leaning against the wall further, tired beyond belief. "She is different," he said finally.

"No shit." she bit back. His head snapped back to her in shock, obviously not expecting her to speak. "Yeah," she smiled sarcastically. "We don't sound the same do we?" she asked. He frowned. Miniel looked too the ground, muttering words to herself like an experiment. "No." he said sharply. "You look, act and sound like a previous reincarnation." he finished. Miniel looked too him. "How many back?" she asked. Hailey looked too her, confused. "Two."

"Um, I'm sorry, how many times have you died?" she asked Miniel. The girl looked back, curious. "I died twice before my reality sunk in," she said. "Two? God." she let her head bang against the wall, sending a prayer to her grandfather. When she laughed, it shocked them both to the core. "I'm so weak I can't survive two reincarnations before losing my will to be a decent person." she giggled.

It took six hours for Spyrth to finally be relieved from his pain. At the fifth hour, all he could do was whimper and cry. At the sixth hour, his heart stopped and he awoke with a jolt. He now saw in a new light- if you could call it a light at all. Spyrth saw the world in an odd black and white tone, which was unbearable for a boy who loved colour so much.

"Don't worry, that's normal for our kind." A soothing voice said. Surprisingly, the owner of the voice was Serae, who leaned against a wall with his arms crossed. "Our kind?" Spyrth stuttered, looking up at his counterpart, "Seraphim who have fallen so low, they become demons." He said calmly, kicking himself off of the wall. "Now, get yourself assorted, we need to go and find that girl of yours."

Hailey growled and pushed herself off the ground, wrapping her fingers around her sword and leveling it at the demons charging her. "Do it," her sister said above her, and she pulled her sword over her shoulder, building up the momentum. Her eyes burned bright red, like Miniel's, and the sword hummed with violent energy. She swung it horizontally, and a blaze of fire lit up the demons in the path.

She smiled wickedly, pushing off the ground and spinning in the air, twisting her sword to take the head of the demon swinging at where she was before with her. Her feet landed and pushed off again, flipping over a swing from a demon. She twirled her sword and used it as a shield to his fire attack. Before she could land a hit, the creatures vanished into dust.

"Getting there," her father said, making himself known. "What did I do wrong now?" she asked, lowering her blade to her side. "You could have used your foot when shielding with your sword. By dropping it in the air and stepping on the handle, you would have flipped up the sword to defend you while you cast a spell with your hands." He said. She nodded in easy understanding. "Oh."

Hailey dashed through the hallways, dodging the attack of fire from Lucifer. "Stop!" he roared. She flinched, spinning to avoid his sword. He scrapped her back, causing her to fall to her knees. He spun and leveled it at her neck before she could move any further. "Hailey, these petty attempts grow very tiring." "Bite me, old man," she growled back.

"We're under attack sire!" a demon roared from the balcony above the arena. They both looked up. "You're second attack in 6 years, are you ready?" he asked her. She nodded and turned, heading to get changed.

They had been walking for half an hour. There was a struggle on Spyrth's part as Serae went over everything he needed to know. "Good thing is you can't die." Jonas added in, skipping along. "Shut up, Jonas." Serae scolded, looking down at the boy. "Anyway, that I true, but don't be reckless, anyway of notifying any celestial being, including Demons will get this immortality stolen. " He sighed, clasping Spyrth's shoulder as the smaller boy stumbled. "I get it... Does this mean another Seraphiel will come into place?" Spyrth asked, gazing up. "No, because no one knows of our change, its impossible for them to." Serae said, taking out a dagger.

The change scared Spyrth, but he could only imagine how Serae was with only full blooded demons to assist him. His hair had begun to grey, becoming a similar colour to what Serae's was. His eyes had also begun dulling into green, specks of yellow invading his currently dark blue eyes. The cross necklace he used to wore had to be thrown away as it was a danger to him.

They weren't going straight to where Hailey was, Serae had to gather a few allies before hand, some of them had already instructed their servants to attack. The first stop was Aim, the insane demon who was known to be lustful and greedy to all. And then, Adramalech.

"You are Hailey Morningstar," the voice said. "Daughter of Lucifer Morningstar, twin sister to Miniel Morningstar, and a holder of Nasobani." She grit her teeth and threw her head back with a defiant shout. She tried to close her eyes, but they stayed on the creature in front of her. "I'm Miniel Morningstar." she snapped back between breaths. "Daughter of Mariel." she growled. Lucifer sighed, and pulled away. He gestured to the demons at the side to release her from her chair. "We'll keep doing this until you see." he said. "This isn't sight. This is mind control, ass."

Hailey turned a corridor, now in new garbs. A sword, Gastoshi, on her back. "Let's kill some angels." Miniel said with a sadistic smile when they met in the middle.

They had traveled not long before they reached the domain of Aim, and from then, it wasn't long for the Archdemon to agree to send his soldiers. It amazed Spyrth just how demanding Serae could be when he wished to be. At the moment, Serae sat on a large throne like chair, head lent on the back of his hand as he looked down at a map. "So, angels are there as well? This should be fun." He mused, looking back at Spyrth. "I... I guess so." Spyrth murmured, watching over the map. "But... I have one question... How do you have this...I mean, you already know all their positions, movements... It's like you're just so much more than you put out." Spyrth said, looking at the map in amazement.

Serae nodded and stood. "Adramalech has gotten in touch with Aim, it's about time we leave to rescue your princess." He chuckled.

"Just give in sister, the pain lasts as long as you deny it." "I'm not your sister, get your hands off me." "The pain--" "May come from the broken arm you're squeezing, let me go bitch!" "Accept the reincarnation sister." "And let myself weaken that much? Is that how you turned, are you under control?" "Hardly."

An act. That's what it was. Hailey Morningstar, the twin of Miniel, was a complete lie. She felt it deep inside her, she knew something was wrong. Hailey and Miniel may be twins, but their similarities were much to large a list to be usual. She figured it out quickly, a few years ago, and when she had discovered a dead purple-class demon (mind control demon) in the basements surrounded by blood, black angel feathers and a torture chair, she knew it involved her. She could smell it.

She didn't know what she was waiting for, but she found herself silently praying every time she came off the arena and hung up her weapon that she didn't have to use her growing skills on anyone other than a lowly demon or two. Her eyes always changed colour, sometimes a deep rich red that made her heart ache because it wasn't around enough, and an ugly orangy-red shade like her sister. She knew, deep down, that she had to hold on for a little longer.

"Hey! What are you doing! Let me go!" "Sister, you must learn obedience." "I'm not your fucking sister bitch!" "Father's point stands clear." "Hey, no! Open the door! Don't you da-aah!" "Sister, please." "What did you... what is this?!" "It's--" "Did you put me in a... ahh, no! St-oop." "As you wish, sister." "I'm not your FUCKING sister!" "You will remain in here for a full hour."

Spyrth nodded, "Can I go to the artillery room? Carrying around holy weapons doesn't seem right." He asked, looking back down a corridor. "Of course, however, the weapons in the room you're thinking of are for lowly peasants. Just remember, that in a world of demons, we stand as rulers of domains." Serae answered, turning to another corridor and walking down it. Spyrth ran to catch him up.

The room was decorated in silver and gold, a protection from low class demons. "Do you want a blade or a bow? Or something new?" The older demon mused, leaning on a golden plated wall. The younger glanced around and became enchanted by a silver-crest bow with feathers adorning the redwood body. The quiver had an array of different arrows, all with black feathers. "The bow of Lilith? Good choice... You might as well get a blade as well though, just to be sure." Serae spoke, lifting up a large sword and throwing it to the smaller- who caught it. "Let's go." Spyrth said, fixing his weapons on.

A few moments later, they were walking outside of the building they where just in and was travelling to a carriage not far away. The carriage was pulled by a Dullahan and his six horses. "You know where to take us." Serae said calmly, getting into the carriage.

"The demons should begin their attacks anytime soon." Serae spoke, looking out of the window.

A hard magical burst of energy slammed into her left side, and she went flying back into a wall before collapsing to the floor. The pain came quick, sharp and icy like a dagger recently washed and been to the smith. She pushed herself up, the wound healing instantly.

"Are you alright?" Miniel asked, dropping low to the ground beside her to avoid her own dark blast. "Yea'," she replied roughly through her teeth. "We need to move." "Agreed." Hailey slid into a crouching position, her left foot sticking out to her side sharply. With a twist of the extended foot, she disappeared, reappearing on the other side of the hallway. She pushed herself up with the momentum, and began to sprint down the hall.

'Who's causing these attacks?' she asked over her mind link. Miniel replied quickly. 'Demon rebellion.' She replied hastily, dodging a demon attack and bringing up her sword, impaling him without slowing down: 'No, they wouldn't rebel now. Someone's egging them on. Who?' Silence for a moment. Lucifer eventually spoke. 'I have an idea, Miniel with me, Hailey, defend the castle.' and then they were gone.

Hailey growled, twisting her sword between her hands and slashing a demon's throat. Time to get to work.

"Father, please, you can't be doing this." "I have to, Miniel, you understand." "I understand you're being impatient!" " She's never going to see reason, Miniel! This is taking too long!" "By forcing the reincarnation process this much, it's only killing her!" "You will not speak to me this way!! I am your father!" "Yes, and you will be Hailey's master when you're done. She'll have nothing left." "What do you know?" "I know that by forcing the process as harshly as you are now, you aren't wiping just time. You're wiping everything else along with it!" "Leave now Miniel, if you truly hate to watch that much."

Hailey screams again, a minute later.

The carriage stopped. Serae got out. "We're here." He states, letting Spyrth come out. They weren't exactly there, about a hundred metres away. However, they had arrived at a vast camp of demons. Spyrth's breath hitched. "How many?" He whispered, clutching his bow. "Around 144,000... Ironic, isn't it?" Serae chuckled, looking around.

"Everyone! Prepare ye travel as we set off in half an hour!" He called, attracting the attention of all the demons. The strange thing was, they listened. Oh how they listened. Every demon there, save the six lords, began to prepare. This caused Spyrth to squeak and his wings to shiver. "We'll take the carriage... I hope you're fine with a bit of war."

"Let go!" she screamed again, her eyes burning a deep red that seemed to burn her eyes. Even with her eyes screwed shut, they burned through the skin and glowed vibrantly. "You are Hailey Morningstar," Lucifer said over and over. She ignored it, unable to get over the pain in her head. Lucifer, not having done this before, realised after a while. Her eyes, it seemed, were causing her so much pain she couldn't ignore it, and it took her focus away. Her darker powers, gifted by her own father no doubt, were making sure she didn't give in. "This is Lucifer, your dad," he tried to sound desperate. The screaming lowered slightly, and her hands flew out to touch him. Now they were getting somewhere.

Hailey pulled back sharply, her head burning suddenly with a familiar sting. 'What the hell was that?!' She blinked, shook her head, and continued forward. She cut down a demon, however, and her vision turned a dark red, causing her to stumble and fall. The demons didn't attack her, they actually stopped their attack to make sure she was okay- which was weird. The pain in her head extended to her eyes harshly and far too quickly, sending her into a scream.

She put her head in her hands, unaware of the power bursting out of her and obliterating all the demons nearby. She did know, however, that no one was around when she passed out.

Only a few of the demons were touched, the attackers Serae had sent ahead died. "We must ride!" Serae called out, the plan began fifteen minutes earlier. Some where on demonic horses, others walking. He sent the rest of the army to their impending death. "Let's go, Spyr, we must get her as quickly as possible, if she is still herself." Spyrth nodded at this, going into the carriage they have arrived in.

The war has truly begun.

"Tristan?" "Hello." "You look..." "Different?" "Older. Familiar." "Oh." "What are you doing here?" "You left." "Left? Left where? Earth?" "No, not Earth. Our universe." "Can't be helped. Can't remember the spell." "It's fine, I know the spell." "Is that why you're here?" "I'm here to give it to you, yes." "I'm all ears, big bro."

Hailey woke up, Miniel standing over her. "Are you okay, sister?" she asked.

"Stop calling me that," she muttered, and Miniel's eyes widened. "'S creepy." and she pulled herself up. Miniel seemed to relax slightly. "What happened?" "No idea just found you in these piles of ash." "Odd. I don't remember anything."

"What do you remember?" Miniel asked, pulling her up, and she collected her sword. "Well, I was fighting, then I got a headache, then I woke up and you were there," she responded. Miniel nodded, observing her briefly. "Well, father has figured out the attackers, thus explaining your sudden pain." "Oh?" "The one who attacked you on Earth all those years ago, and his brother. They come, with an army, claiming that the war is beginning." "War? Are you kidding me?" "No, I fear not sister." "Shit." "Precisely."

"Sister!" she stumbled, and Miniel caught her arm, looking at her. "It's nothing," she said, oddly keeping the voice in her head a secret. "Okay.." "Sister, it's in your eyes! Find Spyrth! Find him, and your eyes will show you good health. Please sister, seak him out!" Hailey ignored it, fixing her sword in her grip and going outside with her twin.

She coughed, something in her throat burning the base of her tongue. In her last desperate moments, she rolled onto her back, scrambling for something on the small brown table beside it. "Beep. Beep. Beep." Her fingers cradled the white bottle when it fell into her fingers, and the door opened. "Ah, Hailey," Jason said, wandering in and taking the bottle from her hands. "What are you doing with this? It's not time for your dose yet." She gurgled, her eyes turning glassy. "Hailey?" he asked, frowning and leaning over her. He straightened quickly, turning around. "Guys! We got a code-"

The burn of her throat vanished suddenly, and her eyes squeezed shut. When she opened them again, she noticed she wasn't in a comfortable bed. She sat up, suddenly sparkling with hidden energy. She shouldn't have opened her eyes, because when she did, she screamed.

"No!!!"