Valtiel carefully lifted the king of hearts up alongside the two of spades, delicately placing them with their edges aligned atop the queen of clubs. It was the best house of cards he had made so far, an exercise he had taken to in an effort to reduce his twitching and unsteady hands. He released the cards from his hands as though he had just let his first born ride their bike alone. A satisfied sigh escaped him. Four layers! Four layers of success and progress!

"VALTIEL! HEY!"

The faceless man looked to the door. "...Oh no." He lifted his hands protectively around his cards. "Be gentle with the door!" Ignorant of his request, Red charged through the door, slamming it off its hinges and into the floor. Down the house of cards tumbled, falling into a flat stack atop his desk. Valtiel sighed deeply.

"Valtiel! Look! Look what I found!" Red thrust a video tape in front of Valtiel's faceless face. "Look! Get the VCR ready!"

"What happened to yours?"

"It broke. Now hurry up!"

The valet of God stood from his seat, stepping over to his small television set. He had managed to stockpile a few for himself when that trucker had shown up and broken the rest of them. Valtiel checked the plugs, dusted off the screen, then nodded. "Okay. Put it in." Red leaned down, sliding the video into the VCR's slot. After a few minutes of static, he impatiently pushed the fast forward button. Valtiel tapped his chin thoughtfully, watching minutes of static go by. As images finally popped up on the screen, he lifted his hand. "Hey. Stop, go back a bit." Red did as instructed, then released the rewind button.

The two watched as the video played before them. It didn't announce its meaning with any title of any sort and started off with nothing but white noise over two clips of video. "Water?" Red tilted his head. "What's with the water... And who's that guy?... Oh, hey, a helmet."

Valtiel nodded as a bed of spikes closed in on the camera. "Yeah... That's how the Bogeyman's helmet works." After the spikes had closed in completely, they were greeted by the Bogeyman leaning back, his arms spread to his sides. Two others stood behind him. The scene changed again to static before a surgical lamp shone bright on the screen, doctors milling about a panicked patient. The patient was quickly wheeled through a hospital, passing a few doors, one of which was marked number 206. "Where'd you find this again?"

"Bogey's lair."

Valtiel nodded quietly. The patient arrived in a room, the attending doctor walking off through a set of doors. Again the camera looked up at a surgical lamp, shuddering as the sounds of scraping metal, stabbing, and a man's cries of pain sounded from the television set. The scene abruptly changed, the camera watching Alex Shepherd step into an elevator. No sooner had the doors closed than a knife plunged through in between them, stabbing the man through the heart. Suddenly, it switched again, this time watching as Alex apparently woke startled from sleep. No sooner had his eyes gone wide than it switched again, its view set behind the man's shoulder, the Bogeyman in front of him.

"Hey uh... Valtiel? What the hell does this all mean?"

"Shh."

Again the scene changed, the camera staring down the barrel of Alex's gun as he slowly lifted it. At level with his mother before him, she whispered three words. Valtiel reached down to the VCR, rewinding it a bit and raising the volume. Lilian Shepherd hung suspended by her arms, whispering "I love you" before her son fired on her.

"This is just a video about Alex." Red folded his arms. "Why would he have this?"

A few clips of dialogue followed, Alex gazing thoughtfully at the camera while another voice spoke. "I was only trying to make things easier for him-Forgive me, father-Thank you, father." The scene left Alex again, changing to his father, Adam Shepherd, suspended and waiting with his head bowed as the Bogeyman stepped closer behind him, his knife raised. "Alex." Adam looked up from the floor. "Forgive me."

Alex's cries of "No!" were lost as the Bogeyman lowered his knife, impaling Adam with it. Alex lifted a hand to his head, averting his gaze as the knife ripped upwards through his father's body. The camera clipped out away from Alex, framing the boy, his father's remains, and the Bogeyman's dragging knife in the same shot as an air raid siren started on its long drone. Suddenly, it switched to the Bogeyman's knife in the hotel. Then, back to the previous shot. Back to the hotel. Back to before. Back to the hotel. Back to before. Back to Alex watching the Bogeyman in the hotel. Back to the knife dragging past Adam's remains. Suddenly, over Bogeyman's shoulder as he stared back at Alex.

The screen went to static for a split second, the siren continuing in the same single tone. It returned, this time showing a manhole cover being opened from below. Alex climbed out, limping a few steps. Elle slowly walked down an alley beside him, the two spotting each other. After gazing at each other for a moment, they embraced, walking through the fog together as the siren finally started to die down. The screen again went to static.

Red and Valtiel stood in silence as the video played its remaining tape, consisting of nothing more than constant blank static. Red lifted the photos up, turning over Elle's. "She came over for a minute, then left." He switched to the photo of the lake. "Cold water puts Bogeyman in the hospital and he'll never smile again." He tilted his head. "...Water, Bogeyman, hospital, smile. They're the endings for that stupid game of his, aren't they?"

Valtiel nodded. "They are... But why would they all be on a video like this? Why in that order? It didn't even show how to get the other endings, just the best ending."

"Maybe he's just obsessed or something."

"There must be a reason..." Valtiel tapped his chin. "...I wonder if he's even seen it."

"Well, I never let him use my VCR."

"I think I know what to do. Go get me a member of the Order and get them in here. They're going to get a mission from God." Valtiel quickly grabbed the rim of Red's helmet. "And NO raping them."

"Aww..."

He released the helmet, turning away to start pacing. "There must be some meaning to all this. I'm not sure what, but if anyone knows what this means, it's probably Bogey."

"Hey. Valtiel. Uh..." Red rubbed his shoulder a bit. "I was kinda wondering... Y'know, I'm not actually supposed to be serving you, right?"

Valtiel paused, turning back to Red. "...Well, yes, but you don't have anything else to do. You're retired, remember?"

"Exactly. I was wondering if you could do me a favor for all this stuff I've been doing for you."

"...Like what?"

"Liiiiiike..." Red meekly tapped his fingertips together. "Maybe... possibly... resurrecting my buddy."

"Huh? Oh. The other one like you?" Red nodded quickly. Valtiel shrugged. "Eh... I guess I could. You have to promise you won't get in the way of my plans, though. If God found out that the reason things didn't go the way they're supposed to is because of you two being idiots, I won't hesitate to go ahead and say whose fault it is."

Red saluted the faceless angel. "Sure thing!"

"Now go. Go get someone from the Order and bring them here!"

Red cheered, turned, then ran off into Nowhere. Valtiel watched as the metal head left, his gaze falling to the door. He sighed, bending down to pick up the heavy piece of wood and prop it up against the doorway. He did intend to resurrect the fallen pyramid, but if just one could cause this much trouble for him, what hell would they raise together?