Flawed Angels

"Looks like it's time to see what you can do as a death scythe Chloe," Michael said picking up his bass by the neck and facing the zombies. Damien staggered to his feet and stood up next to him.

"You too Liliana," Damien said as she transformed into her normal scythe form. Both meisters began to initiate soul resonance as the zombies closed in. Chloe began to transform from her bass form into a double bladed two-handed battle axe. Chainsaw blades replaced the normal ones. Michael spun the large axe around and then rested it on his shoulder. As their soul's resonated Liliana also began to transform, her blades all disappeared except for the upper most blade which had now become larger. Along the black blade there was a design of a crimson rose with its stem going into the pole of the scythe. The stem and thorns wrapped around the pole to the bottom where a dagger-like blade had formed. The dagger feel from the pole and was attached to a thorned chain. Damien held the dagger in his left hand while his right hand held the scythe next to himself. As Kyle saw their weapons transform he also tapped into his own death scythe abilities. He summoned a .50 Caliber Sniper rifle with scythe blades on either side of the muzzle break.

"After you," Michael smirked as his chainaxe revved. Damien rushed toward the horde with Michael following close behind. They began to tear into the zombies as Crowley stood back and observed. Kyle aimed a shot at Raymond who was slowly walking toward him and fired. It sent him stumbling backwards as a large hole ripped open in his arm. Kyle capitalized on the giant's confusion and rushed in with a vertical slash from below, bisecting Raymond. As he fell apart Kyle cut him again horizontally. He finished him off play placing the barrel at the intersection of his cuts and pulled the trigger. Raymond's body disintegrated leaving behind the kishin egg that was forming in his soul. Kyle turned away from the soul and took aim at Crowley when he noticed that Crowley had moved. He looked around and then heard a movement behind him. Crowley was there, striking at his already damaged rib cage. Kyle quickly spun his rifle to hit Crowley's hand away and swung the scythe at him.

"Kyle don't try to take him alone!" Damien yelled as he cut down two zombies. He looked over to Michael.

"I'll have these guys cleaned up in no time," Michael smirked as he swung the axe, "go keep Kyle from getting himself killed." Damien nodded running over to Kyle and Crowley. Crowley grabbed the barrel of Kyle's rifle and forced the blades toward Damien who jumped over them and swung at Crowley's face, grazing it with the dagger. Damien landed as Kyle turned to face Crowley. He snickered as the two meisters stood before him, wiping small droplets of blood from his face.

"You actually managed to land a hit," he complimented Damien, "but do you know how long I've been at this? I've had this facility for years… even before the war!"

"The war?" Damien looked confused he then looked to Kyle for an answer.

"World War II," Kyle replied, "that's where the nazi uniforms came from."

"So what if you've had this facility for 60 plus years," Damien said, "doesn't mean we can't beat you, I'm a class 3 weapon meister. You're facing down three death scythes Crowley."

"Do you realize how many years I've but into research on your kind?" Crowley asked him, "plus you're barely a death scythe user, all three of you are using new abilities that haven't even been perfected yet." Kyle pulled the trigger on his rifle and Crowley dodged.

"Shut up!" Kyle shouted angrily, "you're so damn irritating!" Kyle continued firing as Crowley grabbed Damien's arm and threw him into the line of fire. Damien yelled in pain as one of Kyle's shots struck him in the chest.

"See," Crowley laughed as Damien hit the floor, "a real death scythe would have avoided that by dissipating the shot but Kyle here just shot you.. his own leader!" Crowley continued to laugh. Crowley ducked as he heard Michael's axe coming up behind him, sweeping Michael's leg and causing him to fall to the floor. The axe came bearing down toward Damien who blocked it with the chain on his scythe.

Damien pushed the chain up to get the axe off of him and jumped up, sweeping at Crowley's legs by whipping the dagger at his leg. Crowley jumped up to dodge and saw that Michael was above him. He spun to avoid Michael's axe as well as another shot from Kyle. "Can't you hit this bastard?" Damien yelled.

"We're trying damn it!" Michael exclaimed striking at Crowley again. Damien swung the scythe at him, Crowley ducked underneath and then hit Damien's wrist to disarm him. As Damien lost control of his weapon Crowley grabbed the back of his head and tossed him to the floor again. Kyle was now behind Crowley and tried to bring one of his scythe blades down on him. Crowley side stepped leading to a collision between both Kyle and Michael's weapons in mid-air. Crowley stepped forward again, striking Kyle in the ribs and then hitting Michael with an open palmed uppercut. As Michael hit the floor Crowley walked over to Damien who had thrown his dagger at him. The dagger stabbed into Crowley's shoulder and he grabbed the chain, the thorns pierced his hands and drew blood.

"It's only a flesh wound," Crowley smirked as a he tightened onto the chain, "but you are really starting to annoy me." Crowley sent a surge of soul force through Liliana's chain that shocked both her and Damien. Damien dropped to his knees as Liliana reverted to her human form at his side. Crowley walked toward them menacingly as Kyle rushed him from the right. He spun after grabbing Kyle's wrist and threw him on top of Michael. The two of them crashed to the floor with a loud cracking noise. The bone on Kyle's right arm was protruding and bleeding profusely.

"That's definitely a broken arm," Kyle called to Damien who was unresponsive. Crowley stood over Liliana who was paralyzed by the sheer energy Crowley had forced through her. Crowley lifted his leg up over her and began to bring his heel down to crush her skull when Damien suddenly jumped up and grabbed his ankle, stopping the kick. Crowley smirked again as Damien's grip produced a slight crack from his ankle. Damien pulled his fist back for a punch but Crowley's other foot had already moved up and connected with Damien's face. His glasses flew off and landed on the hard floor broken. Damien turned back to Crowley who had landed and was met by a foot to his jaw. Crowley knelt down to Damien who was coughing up blood and picked him up by the collar of his jacket.

"Look at them," Crowley laughed, "all of them are failures… but don't worry, after I've killed you can join my army.. you'll all be experiments like Ray." Damien looked at Kyle nursing his wounded arm and Michael who was unconscious. Maka and her team were barely holding on, all of them still unconscious or just not moving. Then he looked to Liliana, she was still not moving but her eyes seemed to be starring right back at him, begging him to do something.

"Too bad he's already somebody's experiment," A voice laughed from behind Crowley, Crowley turned to face the voice and was met by a large force striking him in the stomach. Crowley dropped Damien and as Damien landed to the floor he saw that it was Stein wielding Marie. Crowley was sent flying back as the hammer dug into his stomach. "Marie get them healed and ready to fight," Stein said pointing to Liliana and Damien. "I'm gonna keep him occupied until MY experiment is ready to show that he isn't the failure the Doctor makes him out to be." Marie transformed into her human for and nodded as she used her healing wave length over Liliana and Damien.

"I'm not really much of a doctor you know?" Crowley said standing up and brushing himself off, "more of a man of science."

"Point taken," Stein said as he took a fighting stance, "but that means that you're like me, the question is which one of us gets dissected first." Crowley nodded and attacked Stein first. Stein blocked his fist by pushing it away with his wrist and answered with a strike of his own. As Crowley stepped back he heard a loud snap from his ankle.

"What..?" Crowley sounded confused as his ankle gave out. Stein used this as a chance to strike at Crowley's but he jumped away. Stein grabbed at him but was only able to grab his shirt which tore, revealing metal plating held together by screws that appeared to hold it against Crowley's body.

"We're more alike than I thought," Stein smirked as he stepped back, admiring Damien's work on Crowley's ankle, "by the way, my experiment isn't as much of a failure as you thought. That one grab seems to have shattered the bones in your ankle entirely. But you can't feel it can you?"

"I made sure that pain would no longer be a problem," Crowley laughed as he turned to show his back. His spinal cord had several modifications to it, electrical shocks emanated from small nodes that were placed along his spine. "They inhibit my feelings of pain as well as allow for faster movements. With these we would have won the war, I almost had it ready for mass production but then one day the war ended…and I was left with all this equipment. So then I began experimenting more… I found how powerful a zombie army could be… like me they don't feel pain, they don't care about morals… they just eat, they crave souls and flesh and they grow stronger in power and number."

"And where is your army now?" Stein smirked pushing up his glasses and removing his long white lab coat. He rushed forward and struck at Crowley's face, his fist stopped inches before though.

"Why did you stop?" Crowley asked.

"Because I just had a thought," Stein said backing up as he turned and saw Damien and Liliana standing next to Marie, "I said that my experiment would prove that he isn't a failure, and that's what he's going to do."

"But I'm at a disadvantage with my ankle like this," Crowley frowned in disappointment.

"Isn't he the one that did that to you?" Stein pointed out amused, "Damien don't fail me, finish this poor excuse for a scientist."

"Yes sir," Damien nodded confidently, "Liliana let's go." Liliana transformed while spinning. Damien caught her and continued to spin her as he detached the dagger-tail of his scythe. He threw the dagger at Crowley again and he side stepped, grabbing the chain as he attempted to use his soul force but Damien beat him to it as Crowley felt a shock knock his hand off of the chain. Damien pulled the dagger back and threw it into Crowley's injured ankle.

"Damn it," Crowley cursed his leg for not responding in time, "why couldn't I…"

"I'm using a death scythe and one of Stein's techniques," Damien said pointing to his leg. Crowley noticed glowing white stiches that were preventing his foot from moving. "It's over Crowley, you can't beat a Meister and his Death Scythe." Damien smirked as he charged forward and ripped the dagger out from Crowley's ankle. Damien's Scythe met with Crowley's shoulder in a splash of dark red blood, Crowley laughed.

"I guess I was working with the wrong kind of weapons," He said as Damien pulled the scythe out and he fell to his knees. Damien reattached the dagger to his scythe and reeled back to behead Crowley.

"Indeed you were," Stein smiled with satisfaction as Damien brought his scythe across Crowley's neck. A fountain of blood spewed from Crowley's headless corpse before his body shredded, leaving behind only his dark kishin soul. Damien stood next to the soul and then turned to Stein. "I told him my experiment wasn't a failure." Stein smiled.

"Of course not," Damien smiled back, "I was trained by the best." Marie had finished healing up the younger miesters and was working on Kyle's broken arm, which he had already snapped back into place. "Let's get headed back to the academy," Damien said fixing his jacket, "I'm sick of this place and this cold country." Stein nodded in agreement.

"Not a failure at all," Spirit said turning to Lord Death, "wouldn't you agree sir?

"Absolutley," Death said playfully, "but Crowley had some good points."

"Like what sir?" Spirit asked looking to his mister.

"Well," Death pointed out, "why didn't Kyle dissipate the energy from his shots?" Spirit looked at him confused.

"Maybe it was an accident?" Spirit asked.

"It could have been," Death speculated, "At least I sure hope it was, the last thing I need is death scythe meisters and weapons at each other's throats like Kyle and Michael were when Damien was in that coma."