A/N: Oi...I am so so so so so so so so sorry! I was grounded, and then due to health issues, I've been stuck in bed. I hope you'll all still read:(

Oh, this whole chapter is going to be one big memory. And someone said in a review that there was a lot of memories in this story. Well, yeah, that's why its called The Memories of an Angel... :)

Kratos went to see Anna two more times without her saying anything. But Kratos refused to give up. Not only was he supposed to report back to Mithos with information, he thought maybe if he listened to what she had to say, he could stop thinking about her.

Finally, on his fourth trip to the human ranch, she spoke.

"You just won't quit, will you?" she sighed.

"No. And my determination has obviously worked."

"Look, just because I'm talking, it doesn't mean you won!"

"I didn't know it was a contest," Kratos said. "But I have won. You spoke."

"I..." she narrowed her eyes, "Damn you."

Kratos laughed. "I want to know about you, Anna."

She smiled sadly. "That's a lie. No one wants to know about us. You all think we're inferior to you."

"I don't think that way." He looked seriously at her. "You know, you should smile more. You're very pretty when you smile."

"W-what?" she said, blushing furiously, "You...what is WRONG with you?!"

He laughed again. "Its just a compliment."

"I know that!" she growled. "But why are you complimenting me?"

"You are pretty. Why shouldn't I compliment you?" Kratos was suprised with the things he was saying. He was flirting. What was wrong with him?

"B-because..." she looked incredibly confused. "You're just, um, not supposed to."

"Would you rather me show no emotion towards you? Treat you like an object?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Then I'll compliment you as much as I like."

Anna eyed him suspiciously. "Who are you?"

There was a moment of silence. Kratos didn't know if he should tell her his name or not...

Eh...What harm will come of it? he thought. She could find it out on her own, I'm sure...

"Kratos," he said with a nod. "Kratos Aurion."

Her eyes widened. "I know who you are!"

"Uh...well, I just told you, didn't I?" Kratos said, slightly confused.

She looked embarrassed. "N-no, I mean, I know what you are. You are Lord Kratos. You're one of the four Seraph."

Kratos stood up quickly. "How do you know about the four Seraph?!" he asked angrily.

She looked scared but defiant. "I-I'm sorry," she said, "but I can not tell you that."

"Fine."

Without another word, Kratos began to walk towards the exit of the room. This was insanity. She knew about them. How? Well, Mithos certainly had to know about it.

Anna grabbed his shoulder and made him stop.

"I-I'm sorry, please don't leave me here. Please."

It was all he could do to look away from her pretty, pleading eyes.

"You know the secrets of Cruxis. You're better off in here."

"No!" she cried, her eyes now filling with tears. "You don't know what they've done to me in here. They've killed my friends in front of me, they've abused me, and they're trying to kill me."

She had her hands on his arms and clutched them as tears rolled down her face. "Please, please don't leave me. I thought you were different. Don't abandon me here. I'll die if you do, I know I will."

She did something he wasn't expecting then. She put her head against his chest and put her arms around him. "I-I don't wanna die, Kratos. I don't."

"A-Anna..." he felt comfortable as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. But...he didn't know what to do. He couldn't just take her away. He would...he would ask Mithos to let her go.

Sure, Mithos had done some henious things in the past, establishing the human ranches for instance, but he was good deep down. Kratos believed in him. He trusted him. He would help Anna, Kratos was sure of it.

He looked down at her. "Anna, I have to go."

"You...you're leaving me?" she sobbed, holding him tighter.

"No. I'm...I'll be back for you. I just have to...I'll be back, I promise.

"Kratos, you mean it?" Her face lightened. "Oh thank you." She hugged him tightly.

"Y-you're welcome. Just, act normal untill I get back. Pretend nothing has changed. I don't know how Kvar will take this..."

"Okay. When will you be back?"

"I don't know. Soon, I swear. Also, don't mention me or anything else about our meetings. I'm afraid they might hurt you."

He ran his hand along her face and she smiled.

"I'm glad I met you, Kratos." she said.

"I'm glad I met you too. Now, I must go."

He was walking away from her now.

"Wait," she said.

He turned to face her and she walked closer to him. She kissed him gently on his cheek.

"Please, hurry back, Kratos." she kissed his lips.

Blushing, he smiled at her and backed out of the room.

A few hours later, he was back in his room in Welgaia. Noishe, his pet protazoan was at his feet, wagging his tail.

"How should I go about this, Noishe?"

Noishe whined.

"Oh, why am I asking you?!" muttered Kratos irritably.

Noishe whined again.

"I'm sorry. Its just...well I just have to do it, I'll just ask him straight out. I'll say 'Mithos, she is miserable and...its not like you need her. Just let her go.'"

Noishe put his paws over his eyes.

"Oh, what do you know?!" Kratos growled. He stormed out of the room.

He was soon approaching Mithos' room. He was about to go in when he heard angry voices.

"This is what Martel wanted, Yuan, don't you see?"

"This is NOT what she wanted! This...this is the farthest thing...she...she..." he seemed lost for words.

"She was my sister!" yelled Mithos coldly. "I think I knew her a little better than you."

"You don't. You know nothing of her if you think she wanted this," said Yuan angrily.

"Shut up, Yuan! You're either with me or against me. I don't care either way. Kratos won't abandon me. He knows what's best. Don't you, Kratos?"

Kratos jumped. Mithos knew he was outside listening. He gulped and walked into the room. Yuan was red in the face. He stood in the middle of the room, with his arms crossed. Mithos was sitting in a large chair. He looked calm.

"Go on!" yelled Yuan. "Tell him what you've been trying to do all these years."

Mithos was silent.

"Fine then," continued Yuan angrily, "I'll tell him. Mithos has been decieving us. He's not trying to help the world, he's trying to destroy it."

"What does he mean, Mithos?" asked Kratos quietly.

"Martel wanted a world with no descrimination. If everyone is the same, there will be no descrimination." he said. He had an odd gleam in his eyes.

"I-I don't understand, Mithos." But he thought he understood perfectly.

"Everyone will be the same," Mithos continued, smiling strangely. "No one will be treated differently. No one will be killed for what they are. Everyone will be the same. This is what we've been striving for Kratos, a time of equality, an era of no descrimination, an Age of Lifeless Beings!"

"L-Lifeless?" muttered Kratos nervously.

"Like the Angels," said Mithos happily. "And when we find the right Chosen, we can bring Martel back, and everything will be as it should be."

Kratos tried to keep the anger out of his face and his voice. He agreed with Yuan. This was madness. Martel would have never wanted this.

"Mithos, I don't-"

"Are you against me too?" yelled Mithos. "Well? I thought you two were my friends. I thought you wanted to give Martel her last wish? This is it!"

"No its not!" screamed Yuan.

"Silence!" roared Mithos. He was out of his chair. His rainbow wings fluttered angrily as he spoke. "You will both help me! If you don't...I-I'll kill you! And you," he rounded on Kratos, "I'll make you wish you were dead!"

He was shaking with rage. Yuan and Kratos kept quiet. Mithos took their silence for what it was- disagreement, defiance, anger. "Get out!" he screeched. "Get out and don't come back untill I call for you!"

They left the room together and walked down the hall in silence.

"So...you agree with me then?" Yuan finally said..

"Of course! This is...is..."

"Insane!" Yuan said angrily. "She wouldn't have wanted this, you know that."

"Yes," said Kratos, putting a hand on Yuan's shoulder. "Is this...is this a truce then?" he said hopefully.

"I think so," said Yuan, smiling.

Kratos smiled back. "Well, what are you going to do?"

"There has to be some sort of...of resistance. I know some Desians who aren't exactly loyal. If I can persuade them...hmm...and you? Will you join me?"

Kratos looked at him. Would he turn his back on all he had known for all these centuries? He knew there was no chance of him changing Mithos' mind. And yet...he was reluctant to answer Yuan.

"Well?" muttered Yuan.

His conclusion was that Mithos had to be stopped, one way or another.

"I will join you, Yuan," he said. "But first, I must take care of something."

Yuan looked puzzled, but nodded his head. "Alright then. Meet me in the shopping district at Palmacosta."

Kratos nodded and he and Yuan walked off in different directions. When Kratos reached his room, he whistled for Noishe.

"Come on, boy," he said. "We're leaving."

Noishe whined and his ears drooped.

"Now don't give me that look," said Kratos, patting Noishe's head. "We're going with Yuan. Remember him? You liked him."

Noishe wagged his tail slightly.

"And," said Kratos, picking up his sword and fixing it to his side, "We're taking along someone new. Now come on."

He and Noishe set off towards the warp pads, avoiding eye contact with the Angels as they passed them.

He was going to get Anna. He could only hope that it would be easy. Somehow, he knew that it wouldn't be.