[A/N] Me: Hiyas ppl, first of all, how are you? ...Oh, really? Mhmm, well I hope this next chapter will make things better than they might be at this current moment. Oh, me?

Well, I went out and bought a copy of DMC 3 to help my sis get a good fight scene for her other fanfic and then our little brother thought it'd be WONDERFUL if he cut of the game as soon as we nearly beat the whole thing(and did I mention he lost my memory card?).

Vergil: Stop complaining; at least I stopped you both from cutting his head off so you don't get jail time. Anyway, ignore the authoress...er, the authoress's sister...and any screams of pain you may hear. Enjoy.
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Chapter 10: Prayers Left Unanswered

"You seemed on edge even without the information." Julian replied. "Besides, I thought it was just another demon. However, it's not a demon at all. Whatever it is, I believe it's looking for you (f/n)."

As soon as the words left his mouth I heard a faint clanking. Like someone was walking on the marble floors dressed in the typical metal armor you see the knights wear in movies.

The hallway we were in seemed to go on at least another twenty feet, gosh this place was big! Suddenly the clanking stopped. I felt colder all of a sudden. I automatically tried to pull Vergil's coat tighter around me, but I couldn't move. Time seemed to be frozen for me and I started to fade in and out. One minute, I was in the worst castle imaginable, the next minute I was picturing myself back in heaven with my friends.

I heard giggles, far off and sunlight spilled over me. My vision blurred so much I couldn't make out any more of my surroundings, but I still felt completely relaxed. Then I heard whispers. They were low and far away, but steadily they got louder and louder. Even though it sounded like hundreds of voices were all speaking at once, I could tell by picking up bits and pieces of what they were saying, that they were praying. And then all at once they stopped and everything went silent.

I blinked a few time feeling really light headed. I looked over to see Julian with a much more serious expression on his face.

"Are you okay?" Julian asked.

"Um…" I wasn't sure how to respond. Beside my small headache, I was fine physically, but I still had a feeling there was something very wrong. "We should leave. Quickly."

Julian nodded and I looked to Vergil, who as usual had an unreadable expression.

The sound of clanking metal started up again and a figure walked into view. He was about 6"7 dressed in heavy black and gold armor, his helmet hid his face from view and armored wings were behind him slightly folded back. The only feature you could see was his long red hair flowing behind him that matched his blood red sword.

Vergil placed his hand on the hilt of his sword expecting him to strike at any minute.

Once the figure was a good ten feet away he stopped and held out his sword so it pointed directly at me. "Identify yourself." He demanded in a low, robotic tone.

"(f/n) (l/n)." I replied softly. "You. I remember you…Zachariel, right."

He seemed to ignore the rest of your statement and lowered his sword just slightly. "(f/n) (l/n), daughter of Gabriel and Haniel; student of Michael and proclaimed leader of the second generation Arc angels. Correct?"

"Y-yeah." I couldn't believe he knew so much about me; well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, nearly every angel knew of me since I was supposed to be of a higher status once I completed my training, but still!

His grip on his sword tightened. "I shall relieve you of your title, and have deemed you unworthy of being considered an Arc angel."

I gaped. 'He what?' "What are you talking about? You can't do that!"

The sword started glowing a bright red. "You have assisted in the resurrection of this fallen Castle, tasted of the forbidden fruit, willingly brought demons with you, and did not attempt to notify anyone that you were still alive. With the evidence presented, I changed your title to Fallen. Child, may you find peace with our creator as I return you as a nothing more than a soul awaiting its purification."

"W-what?" I stepped forward. I felt my stomach sink and the worst feeling possible overwhelmed me, including guilt, selfishness, and fear. "You don't understand! I'm not a traitor, I'm still an angel!"

I felt close to tears, though there was no way I would cry right now. The gravity of the whole situation was setting in and I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that Zachariel, a fellow angel, was calling me a traitor and planning on killing me. My head was filled with reasons for my actions, but I was only now realizing that all they ever were was excuses for a selfish satisfaction. After all, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions…

Zachariel charged forward.

"Vergil, now is not the time to fight him, he can and will kill us!" Julian said grabbing my shoulder and pulling me back out of the way as Zachariel and Vergil's fierce battle began.

Vergil was obviously ignoring him.

Zachariel unimaginably fast despite wearing heavy armor and wielding a large sword, still Vergil blocked all of his attacks. Zachariel raised his sword over his head and tried to bring it down on Vergil who quickly parried and tried to stab him in the chest. Zachariel jumped backed as if expecting that and caught Vergil's blade with his armored hand.

"You. Vergil, first son of Sparda, wielder of legendary sword yamato, a half devil…Tell me, did you know that a very, very long time ago, your father was an angel?"

Vergil quickly snatched his sword back and went to cut off Zachariel's head but was easily blocked.

"What you say makes no sense. Only some foolish humans called my father an angel." Vergil replied as their swords continued to clash.

Zachariel seemed to let out a deep laugh. "You know so very little! I see now that you are not as wise as you may think; perhaps you should've asked your father about such things. No matter, despite the achievements your father has made protecting the humans, you yourself has not done anything commendable, so I see no reason I should hesitate in killing you as well. You have broken a law in the Angelic Order, now receive your punishment!"

Zachariel got faster and even Vergil was having a hard time blocking his attacks. Vergil jumped back and quickly swung yamato diagonally, even though the blade didn't touch Zachariel, blade marks appeared on his armor and blood started flowing down onto the marble floor. He stood still before a crack was heard and clean cut pieces his armor split apart and fell to the floor.

"I must admit…It is the first time in a long time that someone has gotten to pierce my armor, but you will need more than that to kill a guardian."

His chest plate was not in pieces, but instead of more material or even flesh, there was only darkness, with a shard of Light where his heart was supposed to go; still blood pored out of the hole in his chest staining his armor red. Without warning, Zachariel threw his blade forward sending it straight threw Vergil, until the blade was fully threw his back. Then in a matter of seconds, Zachariel was in front of him and swiftly snatching his sword out and lifting his fist to punch Vergil. Vergil jumped back teleporting a few feet in front of where Julian had pulled me. He was crouched down, breathing heavy and clearly in pain; still he never took his eyes of his opponent.

Julian was muttering something that sounded like a spell of some sort, but I wasn't paying attention to him. I looked down at Vergil and then lifted my gaze to Zachariel.

I let out a shaky breath I hadn't known I was holding, and drew my own sword as Zachariel marched forward. I started down the hall and Zachariel stopped.

"You wish to fight me?" His tone was once again robotic, but it didn't lack emotion. He sounded confused and if I didn't know any better, a little hurt. "You clearly not went against our father, merely…lost your way. I only wish to send you on so hopefully you can be purified and accepted. Yet you choose to fight me, your brother, an angel, for him." He pointed his sword at Vergil. "A devil?"

To say I was horribly confused and really conflicted was an understatement. If I went with Zachariel, there's a HUGE chance I was going to die, and he'd of course kill Vergil and Julian. But if I did fight to help them, it would go against everything I've ever known.

Zachariel took another step forward snapping me out of my thoughts. "I can't." I replied automatically.

He stopped again.

"I know you don't understand, but I can't turn back now." I said. My voice came out firm but inside I felt like I'd collapse at any moment. "I'm sorry. This isn't just about me anymore; it's for Genesis and all the others."

"I see. So you say anything to justify your sinful actions." Zachariel raised his sword. "Then you are to far gone to have any hope of salvation…fallen angel."

I had to admit, that hurt.

All of a sudden the floor shook and the entire hallway seemed to be shifting, it was as if the entire castle was turning and twisting like a giant rubix cube.

"(f/n), come on there isn't much time before the door to lower levels is cut off from the rest of the castle!" Julian yelled above the loud rumbling. The roof started to cave near the back and long cracks made their way across the wall until the entire wall to our left crumbled. The light from the setting sun poured in and Zachariel spread his big black wings.

"I will not allow you to jeopardize the safety of Heaven and Earth." Zachariel said. "No matter what business you may have here, I am sure it is evil."

A large crystal door appeared at the end of the hall, and its doors opened wide, probably the only welcoming thing we'd find in this castle.

Vergil stepped forward so he stood next to me. He wiped away the blood that had trickled from his mouth when Zachariel impaled him. "And who are you to condemn others for what you think? If you admit that you're not God then you don't know for certain what to make of her intentions. Perhaps the legend of the guardians loosing their minds do to isolation is true. Is this your way of justifying your own actions? Or maybe you've come to love being able to spill blood without consequence?"

I looked at Vergil unable to hide my shock.

Zachariel let out a low growl before charging forward. The ground between us fell to the Earth miles below.

The crystal doors were slowly closing and Julian was still yelling for us to come on.

"Vergil, the doors are closing we have to go!" I said bringing this to his attention.

Zachariel was still running toward us despite the gap being to big to jump over. Vergil quickly grabbed my arm and we rushed to the door.

Zachariel jumped of the ledge and his wings spread to their full size as he flew to the other end aiming his sword at me. Vergil shoved me through the doors and turned just in time to block Zachariel's attacks.

Zachariel didn't hesitate for a moment and was once again swinging full force.

Julian rushed forward shoving Vergil and Zachariel's blade cut into his shoulder. Julian ignored the pain and his entire left arm turned black, large claws came out of it as he blocked Zachariel's next attack before ramming his arm straight through where his stomach would be.

"Both of you go!" Julian yelled as he reached to literally tear off half of Zachariel's wings before shoving him off the edge.

Despite everything, I still got the urge to jump off the cliff and try to help Zachariel. It was my job to help heaven, all angel were my family. As an Arc angel my main duty was to keep demons away from the North Gate at all costs, but then again, I never really completed my training. So I never really became an Arc angel, did I?

I walked to the edge, and Zachariel's gaze snapped to mine. I could feel his rage, and sense of betrayal, it was slowly mixing together as he harbored more and more hatred for me.

"I'm sorry."

Julian let out an annoyed growled and snatched me away from the edge, practically dragging me through the crystal doors just before they slammed shut.

Vergil looked out of breath but didn't show any sign that he was still hurt or in pain; but I knew he wasn't healed yet. Nearly all angelic weapons were coated in the purist, holiest water, straight from the Garden of Eden. It would take him awhile to completely heal, and longer for the pain to go away.

"Now, I know that demons aren't the friendliest creatures, but I think you angles need to rethink your way of welcoming guests." Julian muttered.
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[A/N] Me: Oh the drama! Oh the betrayal! Oh the confusion-

Vergil: *Slaps me with a pillow* Stop babbling and finish so I can go home.

Me: -_-…..Weeeell anyway, I sowwy if this chapter sux, the "real" authoress is ubber busy and decided to let her sis (me) have a shot at writing a chapter. I'd just ~LOVE~ to thank all you peeps who favorite the story! Perhaps if I put Nero up for adoption you'll review? Come on, you know you want to~

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