So, season 2 is over and does anyone know if there's going to be a season 3? There'd better be!
Anyway I'm sorryI haven't really done any Hex fanfiction for ages but I'm now starting this one and I will continue my other as well, I promise!
Please review and tell me what you think.
Not that much happens in this chapter but it does liven up a bit later on, I promise! And a certain gorgeous looking male makes an overdue return next chapter!
Hope you all like!
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Autumn-371

The End Of Days

Chapter 1

'Couldn't the two of them get a room?' Thelma thought moodily, 'I mean it's the end of days, whatever that means, and all they have on their minds is each other!'

She got up from her uncomfortable perch on the cold rock, "and it's no doubt mossy as well, being my luck" Thelma grumbled, snorting in annoyance as her voice failed to disturb the two lovebirds intertwined and oblivious to the outside world.

She twisted her head around to see if her dazzling white dress had succumbed to any moss stains. Smoothing down the fabric, Thelma was gratified to see that something, at least, was going her way today.

She wiggled her shoulders, watching her wings flutter in response. 'Not exactly the most appropriate get up for the moment.' she thought wryly.

Still it had been fun being an angel, Thelma remembered with glee, Roxanne had lapped up her every word and would have done anything for her. Thelma pouted slightly; she could have exploited that so much more than she had.

Then with a shocked glance back at where Medenham stood, hidden by the trees, but no doubt still wreathed in flames, Thelma realised that Roxanne was probably dead. 'Because of what I asked her to do.' Thelma whispered, feeling tears spring up in her eyes.

No doubt about it, when Thelma had been alive, Roxanne had been a bitch, plain and simple. However, Thelma had seen the change in her and recognised that people could change. Roxanne had even told her that she had cleaned her bench.

Suddenly wanting to focus on something else, Thelma wrenched her thoughts back to the present.

"Hey!" she shouted, reaching for a nearby branch and going over to poke Leon in the shoulder.

There was a grunt of pain from Leon and a murmur of protest from Ella as the two of them broke apart, Ella hissing as the movement jarred her wound.

"Hey, Hi! Remember me?" Thelma stood over them with her arms crossed.

Ella leant back against the tree, sighing, and Leon said in exasperation, "Yes Thelma, unfortunately we do remember you."

"Hey! Unfortunately?" Thelma growled, "In case you, Romeo and you, Juliet, had forgotten we're really not very far from Malachi, who might I add will probably be pretty much invincible by now."

Ella flashed Leon an apologetic grin, "She's probably right." Ella reluctantly agreed, a flicker of worry marring her features.

"Probably?"

"Thelma," Leon began traces of annoyance evident in his eyes, "Shut up."

Thelma pouted again, rolling her eyes and started slumping down to collapse on the ground before remembering she was wearing white and straightening up again.

Leon turned to Ella, "Where are we going to go? You're hurt, maybe we should go to a hospital or something."

Ella smiled at Leon's concern but shook her head, "No, we need to find somewhere safe. Somewhere where we can hide while we figure out what to do next."

Leon's thoughts raced over the layout of the town, mentally searching for a suitable place, but came up blank. "Where?" he asked.

Ella opened her mouth but hesitated before she spoke, causing Leon to inwardly groan. Somehow he guessed he wasn't going to like this idea.

"I thought, maybe, we should go to Max's old place." she said half-questioningly.

Leon felt his throat constrict at the mention of Max's name. It was his fault that Max was dead. He should never have involved him. But then, Leon mused, where would he have taken Ella? Would she still be here if he hadn't asked Max for help?

He was jolted out of his thoughts by Ella's voice.

"I'm sorry." she apologised, "I shouldn't have…we can find somewhere else."

"No." Leon found he could talk, "No it's…it's fine, really. Anyway, we don't have anywhere else to go."

"Well that's settled then."

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Malachi looked down at his bloodstained hands, and felt a brief tug of surprise as he noticed they were tightly clenched. He willed himself to relax, revel, even, in what he had accomplished. However he couldn't dispel the nagging feeling that all this end of days crap wasn't all it was hyped up to be.

Especially if it had ruined the beaches.

Jo hadn't understood. Of course she hadn't. She had actually been to a beach before; laid in the sun, splashed around in the sea.

Malachi sighed. Sometimes people forgot that he hadn't actually been alive for seventeen years like the rest of his succubi and incubi.

He wondered vaguely if there was time, if he could take a quick holiday to the seaside. Not like, Blackpool, or somewhere equally tacky, but like, California or…or Hawaii! That was it. He'd like to go to Hawaii.

The clicking of heels alerted him to Alex's arrival. Maybe Alex would like to come with him, he mused. Not Jo, she would probably go on about his 'duties' and 'what would your father think?'.

Malachi snorted. Like he cared what his father thought. It wasn't like he was here now. He'd just got up and left. No thought about what Malachi wanted. Not of course, realised Malachi, that he would ever admit he had wanted his father around.

"What's up with you?" Alex enquired, her voice carefully seductive.

Malachi forced his face into a smile. "Just contemplating. About what the world will be like now."

Alex gave a tinkling laugh. "They won't know what's hit them." she proclaimed gleefully. "It's our world now."

"Mmmm." Malachi agreed, not letting his annoyance at the word 'our' make any appearance on his face.

"So," she whispered coyly in his ear, "Shall we celebrate?"

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Not being able to see has its good points and bad points, mused Mephistopheles. Of course, it wasn't like he only relied on sight. No, there were other senses too. It was just… seeing the world made him feel more connected to it somehow.

He sighed.

There was nothing he could do about it so why worry. Or, well, linger on it, anyway. Whatever he had been doing.

The fact remained, however, that he wasn't much to either side now. The boy, Leon, had whined at him to fight, but one final piece of advice was all he was good for now. Before he left. Permanently.

Mephistopheles had told Leon, the only thing worth fighting for was love. And he believed it. He honestly did. It just didn't mean he was stupid enough to fight for love when the other side was so much stronger.

Or at least, he hadn't been.

Strangely enough, Mephistopheles realised with some surprise, he didn't regret his betrayal. He had felt a lot of things during his punishment, but guilt was never one of them.

Anyway.

Love.

For one side it was a strength. And for the other a weakness.

This would be his advice.