Rain poured down his cheeks, mingling with the hot, salty tears he shed silently. His once pure-white wings drooped over his head, now gray with filth. His hands were limp, his expression forlorn, and contorted with self-pity. His eyes were burning with rage, with hate—with pain. Everything dear to him lost, destroyed. Everything sacred, stolen. Now he was wracked with spite. This is what I've become, he thought. All because of you, Dark. All because you had to do what you did.
BOOMKrad looked up, startled.
(What was that?)
I don't know. You shut up, and stay quiet. This time, I have to kill Dark…if I don't, I might not get another chance.
(You won't kill him. You wouldn't kill Daisuke.)
I said be quiet.
(Ah, so even you don't know what you're going to do, do you Krad?)
Krad ignored him. It was true, though…he really did have no idea what he was going to do. And now that he knew Dark was following him—the explosion signalled the special forces squad of the Harada brute squad—it was vital to get to the drop point first. And when he got there…the tool essential to kill Dark would be his. But then again, if Dark got there first, it could work the other way. That was why—
"Well, what do we have here?" asked an amused voice from above.
"DARK! How did you—what—"
"Oh, don't bother with the formalities, Krad, let's get into some conversation! Now, what could a respectable angel like you be doing here at this hour?!" Dark wondered, with a touch of sarcasm. He shifted on the rock he was sitting on.
"You have it, don't you." Krad cursed softly. Now it was fight, or die.
"Bingo! I have it! Wow, you must be psychic or something…"
"Hand it over, it's not yours."
"Neither is it yours, my dear. And I am a thief, therefore technically I have more right to it than you, but we won't get into that."
Krad growled, then pounced. Dark, however chuckled, and hopped away, to perch on another rock.
Dark, please don't kill him, you know--
You know as well as I do that he has to be stopped, Daisuke.
But…
Dark tuned him out, as he sent a bolt of magic into Krad's back. His face became stony as Krad screamed in agony.
I'm sorry, Daisuke, but this has to be done
"You BASTARD!" Krad shrieked, and flew to launch a flurry of slaps and punches on Dark, who merely turned away, and spoke a few words, in another language. Blinded by his fury, Krad didn't notice, until he realised that for every punch he inflicted on Dark, he himself would take the toll of pain.
"NOOO!!" he screamed, desperate.
(I told you this would happen.)
Shut UP! I need a victory!!
(You're not going to get it, so why don't you just give up, and kill yourself the honourable way!)
NEVER!
Dark took in a deep breath, and sighed. He recognised the sign of weakness in Krad, and decided to end the feud, finally… he muttered a quick prayer, and unsheathed a long dagger from his belt.
"επίθεση!!" he yelled, as he charged through Krad's flailing defence. Krad's eyes widened as he dimly registered the blade coming towards him. For a fleeting moment, blind panic overtook him, and then there was pain, pain like he'd never known before.
And then he woke up. What seemed like days of endless brain-wracking revealed that Satoshi had been cut away from him, killed, giving Krad his body. So now…he wept… and planned his revenge.