Oh where do I begin? I hope that I have not lost everyone who might read this. Ah, well… I write for me now. Nonetheless, enjoy. (Disclaimer previously implied.)

A recap: Dilandau is a demon, and Allen an angel. They are sent on the same mission- to claim the soul of one boy on earth, named Van Fanel. Dilandau has so far made the more drastic, and vile move of forcefully taking advantage of Van after dropping him off at home This next scene is the confrontation that arises between the two due to Dilandau's … uncalled for actions.

The endless eyes of Heaven and Hell were poised upon the earthly events unfolding. The Lord of Flies below was swelling with pride at his newest demonic minion. Viciousness abounded in this fair-haired underling to the point that even the virtues of paradisiacal glory failed to daunt him. The crackling abhorrence saturating the air between Dilandau and Allen was intensified by the angels complete failure to protect the subject Van. Their exhaling breath left clouds in the crisp autumn air. The sun hung low on the west horizon, preparing to retreat its light in only an hour or so. School had been out for so long that not even the janitor's vehicles lingered in the parking lot. A shy wind tugged tamely at their clothes and hair, not wishing to disturb the two boys in their calculated staring contest.

Allen had been mortified by drastic change in Van since last Tuesday. He'd refused to go to baseball practice, which was his love and glory. Baseball was that thing that made him feel like he mattered. Van neglected everything, though, from homework to catching the bus. Allen had seen him walk home on more than one occasion.

"What did you do to Van, Daemon!", Allen demanded. Schezarel was positive that this drastic change was entirely that one's fault.

"I just got to him before you did, so sorry. He was quite . . . eager to accept my particular charm. I noticed he was rather cold to you, though", Dilandau began a slow, predatory circle around Allen, and continued to articulate his point, "I suppose you're jealous? But I thought jealousy wasn't in the angel's dictionary, that must make you a naughty angel." He smiled at the corner of his mouth before sniggering irreverently.

Allen stood his ground, determined not to allow the silver-tongued twerp's stinging words to burrow into his heart. Their desired effect, however, had already been achieved. Allen was losing focus on his purpose, his mission, which was simply to save Van. Allen had brought it down to a much more personal level, believing that this daemon was also his charge to conquer or convert. Dilandau looked forward to using this haughty warrior's attitude against him. After all, the big one fell hardest. He identified this one as being an elitist, that meant the enemy viewed him as a worthy, dangerous opponent. The pale demon found pride in thinking he had already gained an infamous name in the putrid courts of heaven. He had a little bit of an extra lilt to his gait as he looped measured circles about Allen Shezarel.

"Am I right? You're finding that temptation is harder to resist than you thought. Earth is so new to you. Don't you wish that you could partake of everything there is to have here? It is all just within your reach. You've got to admit that there are some very enticing activities available to you now. Aren't you curious about all the stuff you've never done? Do they tell you why it's wrong to enjoy the pastimes your god has put on this earth? After all, did why would he present something to you that you weren't meant to have?" Dilandau cleverly inquired. The demon was asking all the right questions, and pointing Allen along the precise pathways to lead him carefully towards his predestined destruction.

The angelic one slowly blinked. "You're wrong…" he thought, but at the moment, all of his defenses had deserted him to his own devices. "That has nothing to do with the subject at hand. You are going to leave Van alone, or suffer the wrath of God. My mercy shall be swift, and my justice shall be complete" Allen avowed.

A faint wind picked at Allen as an ethereal reflection of his heavenly glory crowned his countenance. Dilandau coldly recoiled at this open threat and fully bared his demonic form. His full adorning of wings, fangs and claws was an equally opposing sight to his opponent. His garment of purest white was a blinding echo to his God's. With the intent of blood, he drew his newest sword upon Dilandau, leaving no doubt why he was elevated to a Knight of Caeli.

"Prepare to be bound to the pain of eternal darkness, Daemon! You shall never again see mercy such as mine!"

" I can't wait to see you burn!" Dilandau triumphantly proclaimed as he lunged with the fury of an animal.

Allen waited to dodge Dilandau's attack till the last moment when he would have to much momentum to fully counter Allen's falling sword. He ended up over running Allen, leaving him wide open to assault. Dilandau smiled, "so this may be an amusing battle, after all," he thought. Steel and flesh connected at Dilandau's upper back, spilling forth hot blood to the cold cement. The small spots of red sizzled and steamed where they fell. Allen made a small note not to step in them if possible. Dilandau cried out a high-pitched curse and growled. His fiery claret eyes wheeled on Allen in full swing of another attack, he didn't even flinch at the wound that Allen had delivered. Allen poised himself to take on the next round when he was struck from behind! Dilandau's claws raked ten neat gashes along the angel's shoulders, making rags out of his robes. Allen cried out from the unexpected injury, he hadn't even seen Dilandau move. He had no idea his opponent was that fast.

Dilandau sniggered, then burst out with violent laughter at his blow. Allen's grip on his sword loosened as the pain in his shoulders burned. Dilandau stepped in front of Allen and opened his arms to him.

"Hit me now, Knight of Caeli!" he taunted, and waited, knowing Allen had no strike now that could hit him.

Allen roared as if in a frenzy and denied the pain of his body, keeping his mind set on avenging his charge, Van. He used the thrust of his wings to drive a powerful lunge once again at his enemy. Dilandau scarcely sidestepped, and Allen's effort landed a deep slash in Dilandau's side. Dilandau needed only this fuel to twist around Allen and clutch him from behind, capturing him in a headlock. Dilandau's chest was heaving as his body demanded more oxygen from his blood loss. However he was totally ignited from their brief interlude of battle. Dilandau didn't want to kill this little fallen angel yet, though.

"It seems I've caught you, Knight," Dilandau breathed into Allen's ear. Dilandau pinned Allen's wings with his own, and had persuaded him to his knees by digging his claws into Allen's back. He laughed low in his throat and licked the rim of Allen's ear. "They say the flesh of angels is the most delicate and tender of all, better than that of a virgin…"

Allen remained silent, fixing the image of his home above in his mind. "Let me go, daemon, you have no power over me and the orders of paradise. Let me go, and I shall be merciful while sealing you in hell"

Dilandau pushed Allen to the ground and slowly pressed him there by digging the heal of his boot in-between his shoulder blades. He sneered, then spat at the pathetic figure below him. "You couldn't seal me in an envelope if you had Michael holding me down. You're no threat to anyone, save perhaps yourself. I have to get back to my dear Van, and make sure he isn't praying or anything stupid like that."

Dilandau sauntered off, disappointed that Allen turned out to be such a… such a pansy. He hopped into his car, revved the engine, and sped off. He had nothing to fear from this end of his job. His infamous grin slowly prevailed as he thought about Van. That is truly where the fun began. The night made an exhibition of her stars while the moon was out of sight. Dilandau imagined the thrill it might be to slowly have each of those stars reign down and cover the earth in a grand fire. Pulling into a gas station, he turned to making himself presentable once again. He carefully dressed his side wound, hoping it wouldn't scar, and wrapped the gash on his back with bandages. He had not expected to come away with two considerable injuries. His leather jacket would have to suffice in covering both as he had an appointment with a certain Folken, nearest and dearest to his darling Van.

Folken had no idea what sort of plot he was falling into as he drove in to refuel his vehicle. Dilandau fell invisible and snuck into position beside the man's car. As Folken got out of his car, Dilandau stole the wallet out of his back pocket and stuffed it into his jacket. As Fanel reached for his wallet Dilandau stood just in shadow waiting for his moment to come in.

"God, damn it, where's my wallet…" he mused as he began to search his car. He quickly gave up and started to get very frustrated. "I must have left it at home, or at work…How am I supposed to get home if I don't have any gas to get there?"

"Excuse me, sir, but I was watching you look for something, do you need money for fuel?" Dilandau walked harmlessly into the florescent lights of the gas station, respect and sincerity flourishing from him.

Folken looked at the kid, and stood up. "Yes, I do. I seem to have misplaced my wallet somewhere. I'm sure it's at home, if you wanted to help me I could pay you back when I got there."

"Absolutely. I'm always glad to help when I can," Dilandau smiled hand handed Folken a twenty. "Fill her up and I'll be waiting in my car to follow you home." He made the gesture of tipping his hat and sauntered off.

Folken was grateful for the kindness that still existed in a few precious souls. He appreciated that he did not have to be further delayed in coming home to his brother Van. He had be very worried about Van lately. He seemed so depressed, and Folken hadn't the slightest idea why. A couple times in the past week Van had come to him about nightmares. Heaven knows that hadn't happened in forever.

He arrived at his apartment, with the generous young gentleman in tow. "You'll have to forgive the mess, you know bachelors have no reason to clean." They laughed, and Dilandau thanked luck that this man was easy to get close to. He could almost feel the key to Van's apartment in his pocket. Of course he didn't need a key, but he wanted to maintain the appearance of normalcy, just for the sake of not having to explain himself.

As they walked into the kitchen Dilandau slid the wallet into an obvious place and waited for the guy to find it.

"Here we are…" Folken fished for the money, and Dilandau took the last step to sealing their trust.

'Nah, just keep it. It's a gift," Dilandau smiled just as Van rounded the corner to greet his brother home.

Van's eye's widened to the size of dinner plates to see his nightmare welcome in his house like and old friend. Dilandau walked over to him to catch him as he fainted to the floor.

Until Next time! XD