A/N: Sorry for such the long delay. I don't like writing during the semester so I've had to wait til summer/xmas break to continue writing on this!

Chapter 12:

The pain was immense and for a moment Kristoph lost his vision. As he tried to stand up, the demon slashed his other arm and one of his thighs for good measure. The wounds, though not fatal, caused a lot of damage that effectively disabled him. Kristoph fell to his knees again, unable to move. He heard a giggle and the demon child teleported inside the circle. Getting a better look at the demon, Kristoph saw her eyes were completely white instead of black – a sign of her high rank.

"Aww, don't tell me you don't recognise me, Krissy."

Kristoph gritted his teeth, seething. How could his perfect plan end up like this?

"Ahahaha, seems like you don't," the demon continued. "My name is Calisto, Lucifer's first demon." She began laughing hysterically, bending forward and clutching her stomach. "Ahah – that face is just priceless – ahahaha!"

"How dare you mock me!" Kristoph spat, trying to get to his feet. The demon who attacked him shoved him back down and held an angel blade to his throat in warning.

Calisto wiped a tear from her eye. "You see, Rubahlia betrayed you from the start. She was helping me all along." She took a step closer. Taking the angel blade from her crony, Calisto pointed the tip just under Kristoph's chin, forcing him to look her in the eye. "Pffft. We needed – ahaha – an angel's grace – pfff – as part of the spell to release Lucifer from Hell. But…" she dug the blade in deeper, "I see we're getting two – pfff – for the price of one! Ahahahahahaha!" The blade shook from her laughter, piercing Kristoph's neck even deeper. A blue light began seeping out at the point. Calisto held up a vial just underneath the blade to catch Kristoph and Klavier's graces as it bleed out of the wound. "Now, if you'll hold still–"

"AHHHHHHH!"

"What was that?" Calisto yelled, spinning to face the flames.

"Angels!" another demon cried as black smoke shot into the air.

Calisto growled, moving away from Kristoph. "I'll come back for you," she said, teleporting out of the circle.

Calisto's crony kept a firm hand on Kristoph's shoulder. "Don't even think of moving." He pressed the blade into Kristoph's neck, careful not to pierce the flesh any further. "We're not done with you yet."


Wrightiel grabbed the head of one demon and exorcised him back to hell. The demon's scream alerted the rest of the group to his presence. They all spun around at once, some holding angel blades, others human weapons.

"Angels!" one of the demons cried out before being stabbed from behind by Lana.

It was just Lana, Wrightiel and a few low-level angels against at least twenty demons. Two demons charged towards Wrightiel at once. He quickly took out his angel blade and blocked a knife from slicing his shoulder. The other demon, having no weapons at all, swung to punch Wrightiel in the head, but the angel blocked the attack with a kick to the gut. The first demon came swinging again, Wrightiel parrying several attacks to his face and chest. A third demon approached loudly from behind and Wrightiel easily dispatched him. Pulling his blade out of the demon's stomach, he continued to block the attacks of the first demon. The demon began to tire and Wrightiel took that opportunity to mount a counter attack. He slashed the demon's arm then thrust the blade up into its neck. A yellow light sparked in the demon's eyes and open mouth and the body slumped to the floor.

"Wrightiel, behind you!" A pair of demons wielding angel blades charged towards him. Wrightiel teleported out of trouble and re-emerged behind them both. Grabbing the back of their heads, he exorcised them back to hell.

The angels' power soon overwhelmed the demons. Calisto and one of her cronies were the last survivors. Despite her disadvantage, she didn't look panicked.

"It's over, demon," Lana said. "Surrender the angel."

"Pffff – ahahahahahahahaha! I wouldn't speak so soon." Calisto's grin grew even wider when a new demon arrived on the scene. His vessel was a beast of a man and Wrightiel could sense an immense power simmering within the demon. A few of the lower-lever angels took a cautious step backwards.

"Well, it looks like I arrived just in the nick of time," the massive demon chuckled. "And we simply can't have you angels messing up our plan." He made a sweeping gesture with his arm and the three angels to Wrightiel's left went flying. He tightened his grip on his angel blade. This demon was the biggest threat and had to be eliminated first. He glanced at Lana who gave him a small nod and they both teleported away.

"Oh come on! Don't be like that! Let's have a proper fight!"

Lana reappeared behind Calisto and Wrightiel behind the newest demon. Lana thrust her blade into Calisto's back killing her instantly. Wrightiel wasn't that lucky. His target was faster and had predicted the attack. One massive hand grabbed Wrightiel's blade arm, the other the front of his shirt. Hoisting him off the ground, the demon looked disappointed.

"Now, now, that isn't very fair, is it, Wright-o?" Wrightiel froze at the mention of his name. Just who was this demon? But before he could ponder further, the demon threw him towards the circle of flames. Wrightiel landed just before the fire, so close his coat was singed. He struggled back to his feet as the demon turned his attention to Lana.

"And Lana, so good to finally meet you." Lana, having just taken out the last of Calisto's cronies, lowered her stance and prepared to attack. "Ohoho, not one for talking, are we? Fair enough…" With the demon distracted by Lana, Wrightiel had time to plan his next move. A few other angels made a move, but Gant casually sweeped them away again. Wrightiel rushed forward, thinking this to be the most opportune moment.

Too slow again.

The demon spun around and grabbed him just like before. "Really, now. That's no way to fi-"

The demons eyes opened comically wide. He dropped Wrightiel to the ground and yellow light gushed out of his mouth. His massive body crumpled in a heap on the floor. Lana stood behind him, angel blade covered in blood.

"Good work," Wrightiel said, still in shock.

Lana straightened up and shrugged. "I just waited for the perfect opportunity…"

Wrightiel stood and dusted off his trench coat.

"Uh, sir…" one of the lower-levels began, "we have a problem."

The angel pointed to where the circle of flames should have been, but sometime during the fray they'd been put out and Kristoph had escaped.

Damnit!

"What about the girl?"

"Who?"

"Maya Fey, the Prophet!"

Lana quickly scanned the abandoned factory before them. Her shoulders sagged.

"She's gone."