Immediately upon the death of the king there was a silence throughout all three realms of existence. Then, a single note rippled through the air, touching the very essence of sadness. It was the noise of a ripping soul, the quiet screams of the reason behind the king's choice, his angel; his lover.

Yotsuba quickly moved to resurrect Shiro and Rika, knowing that if they remained dead, the world's last savior would wither and die. 'Chiaki,' he thought, pondering the decision made by his king. She was not what one would call a great beauty, looking like a child, nor was she extremely intelligent, having stopped going to school after junior high. It was a mystery to him, as to why the king was so infatuated with her, but he was, and in the end that was all that mattered. Yotsuba muttered the spell, bringing back her companions from the void.

Chiaki watched as her friends returned to her, but there was no joy in her eyes. "Where does the King of Hell go when he dies?" she said softly, knowing that she would receive no answer.

The newly resurrected Rika came and put her arms around Chiaki, understanding the magnitude of the situation at hand. One of the two had to die, and Ororon made the choice to be loyal to Chiaki to the bitter end.

Chiaki looked over at the body of her lost lover, falling backwards onto Rika, crying. 'God.' She thought bitterly, as she saw his mirage standing across form Ororon's body. She did not speak to him nor did she give any thought to talking to him. She had finally learned the answer to the question she had asked before, and now she knew that the god who made the world had not been a good one.

Othello slowly moved to pick up the body of his youngest brother. He had known what would happen, and he understood that no one could stop it, yet Othello had stood, frozen in shock for well over an hour. 'She will never forgive me,' he realized, 'and I do not deserve to be forgiven. If only things had been different…' he passed understanding that there was no answer to this wish. It was her life or his, and Ororon had made the decision for himself and for Chiaki. 'She'll never forgive me.'

Othello walked over and picked up his brothers body, and then, they were gone. Othello, his son, and his companions all disappeared, returning to Hell.

Chiaki found she could not move as Othello took Ororon away. As he left she made one vow silently to herself. It echoed through the minds of the people around her. 'I will never love again.'

Somehow time managed to move forward, weeks changing into months, until two years had passed since he left her, but the her world continued seemed to stand still. She had not spoken to Othello or God since the death of Ororon. God had tried becoming more persistent in his pursuit of her but she continued ignoring him and denounced the heritage of her father.

God knew that he had lost. The only person who could save the dying world was empty inside and even her angel half no longer cared about innocent lives. She didn't die, but she was by no means alive, and so he found himself in a dilemma. God had never trusted Ororon, because he knew that in the end the meeting of the angel and the demon could only end with the death of one of them. So he had agreed when Oscar had come to him with a proposition that could help them both, knowing full well that Ororon would choose Chiaki over himself. Yet even as he stood over his corpse, the devil's death had brought him no joy. He found that after watching the demon and the angel play house with each other for a time that he had become jealous of the handsome devil. He possessed two things that God would never have. A physical body, and Chiaki. Without arms to hold her, he knew no way to comfort her, knowing that even if he did she would never accept him. So he had stood their over his rival's corpse, unable to change what had come to pass.

He continued to watch her as the months went by, growing into the beautiful devastatingly woman that she was now, and realizing that he had destroyed her lover and her heart.

'Where does the devil go when he dies?' the question seemed to repeat over and over in Ororon's head now that he was dead. He was unsure of were he was now, but Ororon knew that this was not any of the three known realms of existence. He was unable to open his eyes for fear of what he might see.

'Chiaki.' He whispered softly to himself. It hurt to think of her, remembering the words she believed that he did not hear, "We can still make it…" He laughed quietly to keep himself from crying. He had always known that he was going to die. Because when the choice was given to him, he would always have chosen Chiaki over himself. Opening his eyes he embraced the consequences and looked around at where fate had taken him. There was nothing, but for One large Gateway. Where ever he was, there was no floor, no sky, nothing. He wasn't floating, but nor was he standing. In this place, he simply existed.

Time moved erratically in this void, and Ororon soon found himself staring at an older version of the girl he loved. She had grown beautiful over the years, becoming roughly 5'7. She had filled out, no longer looking like a boy or a child, but in her eyes, she looked hollow. When looking at her, she gave off the presence of a husk, at best a silhouette of the girl he loved. It

was unbearable. He watched every moment that he could, for he needed her, like air, but every time he saw her eyes, the empty soul stabbed at his heart

God knew that Chiaki understood what he had done, seeing her grasp the situation as he stood watching as her demon's world imploded. He had to find a way to fix the situation, even if it took him forever, and then it struck him. He would bring back the devil. There was only one way to do it and it would cost him his voice and his sight, but he would do it, in order to hear her happiness once again.

Two years had passed, but the guilt never left his heart, still seeing his king's body and the look of despair and betrayal on Chiaki's face. Suddenly, Othello heard a man's voice that he had never heard before. The voice portrayed an image of quiet crying for the world.

"He can be brought back."

Othello understood what it meant immediately, but who was this man.

"Who are you, and why do you try and deceive me into falsely beliefs? Why are you here? To mock the pain caused by my brother's death?"

"I am a false God who wishes to fix the suffering he has caused throughout the three realms. I caused the angels to mourn the death of a savior. I caused the demons to mourn the loss of a fair king. I caused the earth to cry out for a leader who no longer cares to answer the prayers of innocents. If I can fix what has happened, then perhaps I can be called a God once again."

"The Devil has been lost to the void, so despairing was he over his lover that he did not move on to the realms beyond. There is a gate that I can lead him towards and if he can make his way through to earth than all will be well. But he gets only one chance and if he fails then his soul will be lost."

Othello stared in disbelief as the illusion of god appeared next to him, as he sat on the thrown. Ironically, the first thought that came to mind was that Ororon would have thought this was really rich, god concerned over the soul of the devil. He started to laugh out loud, gasping for air through his laughter.

God stared at him, wondering what was possibly humorous about the situation.

"What is wrong with you?"

Othello immediately stopped laughing.

"How do we bring back my brother?"