Hi hi!

Amy: Oh my God, how is this story not over yet?

Me: I'm sorry! I planned for this to be the last chapter, and then the next would be the epilogue, but I couldn't fit it all into this chapter. Hell, it's already pretty long as it is, so I tried what I could.

Erin: I don't see the issue.

Me: I was supposed to finish the story sooner then this.

Erin: Again, I don't see the issue.

Amy: Don't you get it? Crimson wants to move on from this crap. On to better things.

Katrina: You finally admit that someone is exceeding compared to your own temperament?

Amy:...Crim, you take your time on this story.

Miu: Y-yeah, we d-d-don't want y-you to feel rushed.

Azazel: Like she has ever been rushed. She only started using deadlines recently.

Me: True, but it helps. A lot.

Amy: Yeah, so shut up, Poke-whisperer.

Azazel: I might not know how to read and write, but at least I'm fluent in every language. You, on the other hand, only know how to speak, what, bullshit?

Amy:...Do you wanna start something? Just cause you have the name of a demon doesn't make you one, buddy.

Lilith: While that may be true, it doesn't matter either way.

Amy: What!? Why not?

Lilith: Because Crimson's about to begin the chapter.

Crimson: Yep. I dont even know where this conversation is going anymore, so...

ONWARDS!

It was like front row seats to a great movie.

If you were really into those messed up movies.

No, not "Fifty-Shades-Of-Grey" messed up, I'm talking "Oh-God, That-person-doesn't-have-a-face-anymore" messed up.

All Erin could do was watch, as THEY took over.

Truly, this was a terrible idea. This really was an out-of-body experience, watching through her eyes, but in a sort of third-person way. Not only that, but she could feel EVERYTHING. It was like her senses were heightened, even if she didn't feel physically there.

She could feel the cold breeze, as the sun slowly began to set. She could feel the fires from the fissures that Janice had opened up.

But, with that said, she also felt as if something was…watching her. It wasn't just from behind, but she felt as if they were all around her, lurking in the dark, just out of sight. She could feel cold hoarse whispers going down her back, but every time she turned around, it was as if the ghost was still behind her, breathing down her neck.

With that said, all else was dark, and yet, with how red her little outside TV-to-the-outside-world looked, it would seem as if everything had basically gone to shit.

She could only see and hear a portion of what was really going on, so in a way, she was glad to be quite literally stuck in her own head.

"Are you sure about that, friend?"

Erin shuddered at the all too familiar voice, only to notice one thing. She was trapped in her head…With the other seven.

"About time you put one and seven together, Dollface. Not that it'll matter much."

Erin gulped, unsure of what she could do, "What do I still have that you could want from me? I've given you all control, have I not!?"

"Aww, but not full control, Princess." A cute little girl giggled, "We have you physically, but what abut mentally?"

"Not that she has much of a mental capacity," Another voice laughed, "Ehehehe, and with that, the poppet has become the toy."

"You see, baby cakes, the job isn't over until everything that once made you…well, you is gone." A sultry voice whispered.

"So, um, sorry toots, but…We've got to mentally break you." A rather lazy voice said, before yawning, "You know, it would be a lot easier if you could just, I don't know, mentally die and roll over."

Erin gulped, unsure of what could be done. Obviously, this wouldn't end well either way, but hell hath no fury like a woman with her back to a corner.

Another voice, a rather new one, laughed, "Well, isn't that adorable? The cupcake is trying to stand up for herself! Aww, I could just eat her up!"

"You'd eat anyone up." Erin jumped, as she turned around, Wrath right behind her. He wore a sinister grin, as he cracked his knuckles, "What's wrong, friend? Too much for ya?" As he said it, the scar over his eye seemed to re-open, as blood dripped from his forehead, "Don't tell me you're now scared of little ol' Bobby."

"Aww, don't take all of her fear," Another voice said, as the outline of Greed walked out, his dark red coat looking as if it had been recently made, as the red dripped to the ground, the color matching his eyes, "After all, what's yours is mine; but, what's mine is also mine."

"Oh, can it, 'Steven'." A little girl giggled, skipping up right next to the personification of Greed, her eyes glowing a much darker green, her white dress making her look more like an evil spirit then a cute innocent girl, "Besides, I want in on this as well!"

"Ehehehe, we all get to fuck her up," Pride grinned, intense blue eyes seeming to stare into her soul, "I mean, it's not like she could ever be like us; or most importantly, be like me. I mean, have you seen what she named you guys? Envy is Emily; no class! But, with a name like Peter-."

"We get it, we're all no where near as good as you," Sloth murmured, rubbing his brown glazed over eyes, and yet, he had a sort of dangerous air to him, like a "I'm-Secretly-Sans-from-Motherfucking-Undertale" danger, "Sometimes, slow and steady wins the race."

"Not when you're in a food competition!" the new voice laughed. Erin got a good look at him, only to gag slightly. Saying that he was large was an understatement, and saying that he was fat did no justice. No, dude was MASSIVE.

His grey eyes gave off a sort of…hunger. And not just the normal human kind. He had messy, greasy, all over gross hair that kinda reminded Erin of Donald Trump.

"…I don't have a name for you yet." Erin muttered. Of course she'd say the first thing that came to mind; thank God it wasn't the Donald Trump thing that was said instead.

Even as she tried to joke, all seven sins in one place; that was scary. She could feel the demonic presence that they all seemed to let off, like death itself was too close, the scythe right at her neck.

"If you think I'm scared of the cast of Full-Metal alchemist…You're actually not wrong." Erin admitted, not really sure where she could have taken that.

"Does anyone else find it interesting that she can be so witty when she knows she has the upper hand?" Envy asked.

"Ehehehe, I don't care what she can do; especially when I am the most superior." Pride grinned.

"Can we just get on with it?" Wrath asked, before rolling his neck, eyes gleaming a dark glint of certain evil and death, "I've waited a long time for this."

Before Erin could respond, shadowy black tendrils rose from the ground around her, cutting her off, alone in the dark, as they solidified into walls.

"It doesn't matter what she has or doesn't have, what she can or can't do," She could hear Greed laugh, as the feeling of claustrophobia began to close in on Erin, "As long as she is mine in the end."

"Why can't you share?" Lust asked.

"Why can't you stop dry humping everything we come across!?"

"Quiet, all of you." Wrath growled, as Erin gulped, readying herself to the best of her ability.

"Let's begin, my Friend."

Meanwhile, things weren't going too well in the real world. Janice dodged under another strike, grinding her teeth as she pushed back the possessed girl. Could a demon become possessed? Who knew; she wasn't a birth demon, nor was she anything really strong.

Janice couldn't help but laugh bitterly at that last part. Who would have thought that a small mortal-gone-demon would have been this strong? Sure, the girl must have had so witch blood in her, the only explanation to the fire she could wield, but outside of that, there was no way that any of this could be real.

The reaper was forced out of her thoughts, as the seven hurled forth. She tried to swing the scythe, only to jump back, as she caught the curved blade between her teeth. Janice stared into those cold soulless eyes; into hell itself.

It was so dark, even with how those oddly colored eyes went to a dark blood red. The color was there, but the soul was not. As if it had never existed in the first place.

Janice then cursed herself, she'd been distracted. She had just enough time to snap back into it for the seven to bring the cane sword down on Janice's shoulder.

Janice growled, but more so out of irritation, "You of all should know that mere metal won't do much but annoy me."

The creature then grinned, the expression looking lop-sided, and yet…dazed?

"In that case, Samael, how about we change it up a bit?"

Janice gasped, as the seven ripped its head back, ripping the scythe from Janice's hands, into their own. Where the mortal's hands touched, however, her skin began to steam, "You fools; no mortal body could ever hold the power of death! Not even one that is no longer human!"

"A good thing that this little human is too…occupied to sense the pain." They hissed in the seven different voices, each sounding more demonic then the last.

Janice couldn't help but think of how funny it was in a way; the girl had given her body to save others from herself, the threat. But, by doing so, did she really know what she'd been giving up?

Such irony indeed.

Janice ducked under the first swing of the scythe, before slamming her hands into the ground. The earth opened, as bones shot up from Hell, followed not to far behind by the whispers and moans of the damned.

The bones went right through the human body like paper, two in the arm, three in the leg; even a few through the forehead. The seven dropped Janice's weapon, stuck in shock, as the weapon flew to Janice's opened hand, "A cocky smile on her face, "I am not a one trick pony."

It was only then that Janice noticed the lack of blood from the wounds. If anything, they had begun to heal. They laughed, as the bones dissolved into white dust, which was then quickly scattered in the wind,"Neither are we, Samael. You think it would be that easy to defeat a force like us, with the bones and the souls of the dead? What does this look like to you, a video game?"

A red fire flickered from the seven's left eye, as their hands were engulfed in the same flame, "No, Samael…Or should we say Janice? You may hide behind whatever name you desire. Human given, demon stolen; no matter. None of that matters; it will serve as no shield."

Heatwaves radiated from the combined power the seven held, to the point where the body began to tinge red, either from the heat or the power, "If anything, in this name, it is a double sided sword; with one side sharp and the other duller then grey. A name is a curse to beings like us, Samael; you'd do well to remember that if you survive."

"So what will you do, kill me?" Janice laughed, "I am in immortal, seven. I can't die, I am death itself! Try all you like, I will not be brought down by something as small and insignificant as you."

The being howled with laughter, as the air went from frigid night cold to sweltering hot, "While it is true that we can't kill you; it only increases the time of your suffering; until the moment you decide to give in."

Janice grimaced, biting back a scream as a sort of energy wave came off of their shoulders, the very blast enough to uproot all the grass in the area, leaving those behind singed.

"You've had the chance to change the terrain."They cackled, as the fiery energy morphed into a crude club, finished off with nails and barbed wire,"Now let us fight to the finish, Friend."

The seven rushed Janice, seeming to teleport from one area quickly to another within seconds, bashing the reaper slowly in. Every time Janice tried to turn, swing the scythe, they were a few feet away.

"Ehehehe, we really are the best at what we do." Like that last one, this voice, while still distorted, it was like the last; one voice seemed to make it to the top of the pile of vocals.

"We could be better, if we had a different weapon." A little girl's voice came from the body, as the club morphed in mid-swing, becoming a sort of hooked blade, as they tried to rip the scythe from Janice's hands, only to come up a bit short, only scraping some skin off of the reaper.

"Ehe, why would we use something as…as imperfect as a hooked sword?" The voice murmured, as they went in for another strike, the hooked sword morphing into a small knife. Even if it would sound as if they fought for control over the voice, they still fought with great skill, control and teamwork, which was shown when the knife swiped down the side of Janice's face.

"Heh, what about-. ", the new voice was about to go on, only to be cut off by a yawn, "-Something like this?"

As they jumped back, the knife crumbled into a small hand-held gun, firing a small round just as they landed. Janice hissed, the bullets riddling her coat, leaving a burning after feeling, "Yep; there we go. Whoever said that guns are lazy are right; doesn't mean they don't work."

Janice couldn't help but grimace ever so slightly. There had to be a weakness to them; something! She growled, rushing forth for another swing. She couldn't help but wonder how it must be, what must be going on in their head.

Erin bit back at the pain, as she staggered through the maze, eyes wide as she did her best to take in the surrounding area.

She'd done her best to get out, but with how everything looked the same, it was hard to tell if she had been walking in circles or not. Since then, she also had to be mindful of traps. Not that the blood dripping down her leg would allow her to forget anytime soon.

Erin jumped at the sound of cackling, as she moved on faster. All seven of them were after her, which wouldn't have been scary if she had something to defend herself with. Too many times now, she's had to duck to avoid their literally devilish gaze.

Yet another fucked-up game for her enjoyment; maze running!

She thought of how that would be a good name for a book, and maybe one day a movie, only to duck as the wall to her left was blown open, a suitable hole made.

Envy popped her head in, a demon-like smile on her face, "There you are, Princess."

Erin jumped back, fists up, ready for a fight. Any other person would have second thoughts; punching a little girl in the face; but not only did Erin not really have many morals to a point, but she also hated girls that looked like goodie-two shoes, "Do I look like a princess to you?"

The girl only giggled lightly, "That's what I like about you the most, Erin. Your pure grit. Not all girls have a personality like yours, Erin. Some are timid, others are just too crazy; but you're just right. I can't help but want what you have."

"You forgot those people who are just too damn smart, to the point where they overthink the back-up plan to the back-up plan." Erin couldn't help but mutter, shaking her head. She did NOT like people like that. With that said, all Erin could do was raise her fist, "Better fuck off before I mess up that pretty dress with red blood."

Envy laughed, throwing her head back, as the laughter slowly became malicious and cold, "Who's blood, 'Dusty'?"

Envy then lunged, a child's laugh coming from her mouth, as she landed a heel right into Erin's abdomen. Erin groaned, pushed back, as Envy's fist dug into Erin's voice box, "Aww, is Erin hurt?"

"You…Are…An asshole." Erin coughed, pushing herself back up, one hand over her throat, "I thought Karma was a bitch, but you're worse."

"Aww, thank you!" Envy grinned, as she advanced, her fingers trailing along the side of the black murky wall, "But, unfortunately for you, flattery wont get you anywhere with me. I want results, not words."

Erin dragged herself back, away from the demon. She couldn't help but feel a bit…wish herself away, in a way. She's love to be anywhere else but here, hell, be anyone else at this point.

"Oh, I can feel the envy dripping off of you." Envy giggled, shaking her head, "And to think, I'm only your third strongest sin. How must it feel, to allow something as strong as your Wrath to drip over you, slowly suffocating your persona, until nothing but that is left?"

Erin snarled lightly, only to have her throat pound against her, "If you're trying to scare me, try harder."

Envy smiled, "That can be done."

Erin held her head, as voices filled her head.

Oh, she's so much smarter then you.

Why isn't she the head of the team?

She's obviously a lot better at running this gang.

SHE pulls all the strings, in the end.

You're just a figurehead, but SHE'S the one that's really the leader.

You had the idea, but who made it really happen? Who made it really come together?

Envy smirked, watching Erin's eyes go wide, "All this time, envious of the person closest to you. Envious of your second hand man; or should I say, girl?"

"Leave Zig out of this." Erin shook her head. No way she'd ever think like that, right?

"Envy will sometimes sprout from self doubt." Envy snickered, before kicking Erin in the face, sending her back, "All this time, a part of your head has been ever so jealous of your friend. We both know, you're not the smartest person out there, and much less so in your gang."

In a way, Envy was right. Erin wasn't the smartest, she wasn't the best, but she was still leader. But even when she had no higher place to go, she envied the people under her. She envied people to the point of picking out what made people themselves. It's what she did in fights at times, analyze the talents that they had. But that alone didn't mean that she could win.

Even in her own head, she couldn't win! Against her own versions of herself, the seven sinful parts of her, she was powerless!

Then it clicked in her head.

"…Just because I'm jealous doesn't mean that you control me." Erin said slowly, coughing lightly, as she rose, a smirk on her face.

Envy's eyebrow rose, "Oh? And what makes you say that?"

"You can't beat me; you're a part of me."

When Envy's eyes widened, Erin knew she was on the right track, "None of you can really BEAT me, can you? You can keep me here forever, torture me, kill me over and over again, but as long as I don't give in, you don't win. But no, its even easier then that. All I need to do is think at this point; if I don't give you what you want mentally, you control nothing."

"THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!" Envy shrieked, dashing at her with her mouth open, teeth ready to bite down, only to stop seconds before she could jump at her. With this, Erin laughed with delight.

"As my good friend would say, mind over matter." Erin grinned, before turning to walk away. Sure the pain in her leg wasn't helping, but it felt go to overcome something in this dark mess known as her mind, "Not that I always stand by that, but it does make sense, I guess."

"Do you really think that you can stand up against the others!?" Envy howled with laughter, as she began to disappear slowly, the wave coming up from her legs, as she cackled, "For once, I don't envy you; maybe that helps to erase me. But no matter; you'll never be able to face them all; even with that mind over matter bullshit."

With that said, Erin almost strutted away, as her Envy melted away. One down, six to go. How bad could it be?

Sebastian groaned, as he pulled himself from the ground, shaking his head, as he tried to remember what happened. It all came back to him a little too fast for his liking, but none the less, he quickly rose. He needed to get Erin and get out.

He nearly did a double take, as he watched the original Reaper back up, seeming to be under attack from…Erin?

He would have been overjoyed, had it not been for her possessed eyes. They were no longer that odd yet lovable shade of periwinkle, now a deeper darker shade of red, like his own.

The eyes of a true demon.

Sebastian couldn't help but watch for a bit, stunned. He already knew what had happened, and that it was all his fault. He was the reason that she was a demon now, and the reason that the sins had ever gotten to her in the first place.

Pieces fell into place in his head, as he fell to his knees. This has been what was bothering her for so long. This was the very reason that he'd snapped at her, the secret she was trying to hide.

Not that he could help much if she had said anything. He'd heard of a case like this only once, since turning a human into a demon is not something most would try unless forced of to some extreme. He'd heard of what happened to the "poor guy". Since it was technically a sort of law not to bring someone back as a demon, the seven sins took it upon themselves to deal with it.

If you call primarily possessing the boy dealing with it.

It seemed to play out right before his very eyes, only this time, unlike the story, there is no practicing Saint Peter to put the poor human to rest. Nor was there anyone even remotely like him, even to this moment.

He was snapped from his thoughts, as Janice howled with pain. He watched as Erin wielded a larger then life spear, before hurdling it right into Janice's chest.

He couldn't help but smile ever so slightly to that. At least he was on the winning side.

But was winning worth the cost?

He jumped to the side, avoid the Reaper as she nearly fell to the ground, her scythe sporting all sorts of new dents.

When Erin's mouth opened to laugh, it was instead seven different voices, all cackling at once, "To think that the Original Reaper is such a wimp. A coward. You had a lot of power, a lot of skill; but where is it now?"

Right as Erin- no, they said it, a hooked sword formed in their hand, a malicious grin on their face, as they swung the weapon around. Janice spat, as she got back up, "I will not fall so easily."

"Just what we wanted." They grinned, about to lash out, only to freeze. Sebastian watched, as Erin's face seemed to hold an expression of sudden pain, as they fell to the ground, the sword gone.

Janice took this time to strike, swinging the scythe about, lashing into the arms that held they out, causing a chorus of wails to come out of Erin's mouth. It was then that Sebastian noticed it.

One voice was missing.

If he had to guess, it would have to be the girlish voice, one of a little child, with a jealous tint to her voice.

"W-what!?" They growled, looking down at themselves, an angry tint to their voice, "What happened?"

Janice took this time to kick them away, throwing the scythe down, only to watch as they regained composure. Rolling to the rise, coming up on their knees.

"Grr, she's trying to take back control." They growled, hissing as some of the dark mass coming off of her dropped to the ground, sizzling its way back to hell.

Sebastian couldn't help but smirk in a prideful manner. He'd been foolish to believe that, if Erin were still in there, she'd give up. Erin was headstrong, and she did not take no for an answer.

At this point, if she could take back control, all could be fine again. Now there was only one last question.

Was he being hopeful, or was he being unrealistic?

Erin ducked, holding her head down, as dark waves rolled from above her. It felt like ice falling down her back, "You can't hide from us, Poppet!"

"Damn Cupcake; I didn't agree to this crap."

Erin held her head down, as the wall to her right exploded. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to take on two sins at once.

"Oh, did you two find her as well? Can't wait to play with my little toy!"

Fuck…Make that three.

Erin rolled to the side, the wall she'd been leaning on now blasted to rubble. Erin snapped at herself; of course thinking that she could win wasn't enough!

Erin groaned, holding her head, what else could be done? Obviously she was onto something, but exactly what!?

"Found you, toy!"

Erin yelped, as she was pulled up by the hair, before being thrown against a new wall. The wind was knocked out of Erin's lungs, as she tried to regain her breathe, only to have it forced out once again, as Gluttony picked her up.

"There she is!" He laughed, before tossing her over to Pride.

"Ehehehe, Goal!" Pride laughed, his foot going right into her stomach, sending her flying. Midair, she spun around, feet landing her right on the top of a wall. She now had a clear view of the maze, and how to get to the middle, where the strongest sin resided.

With that thought, it dawned to her. If she took out the strongest sin, who would lead them?

With the goal in mind, she ran down the wall, jumping the gap just as the wall behind her blew up.

She was never good when it came to mental power, but she decided to test it out anyway, as Lust dashed after her. In her head, she imagined a gun, the one she normally used.

She nearly dropped the suddenly cold metal feeling that formed in her hands, only to grin, as she turned to Lust, "Stick 'em up!"

Erin couldn't help but cackle slightly, as she blasted lust away. Thank God Lust wasn't a stronger type of sin; she didn't need any flashbacks to every time she's ever had a dirty thought.

She had more of those then she'd ever like to admit.

She jumped down from the maze wall, pushing Gluttony out of the way as she did, before making a dash for the middle.

Take out Wrath, you take them all.

This was getting out of hand.

Nekozawa couldn't help but watch with slight amazement, as the two entities of hell fought for control. It was a sort of dream come true for someone like him to see such a thing; two godly (or satanic, in this case) monsters, in the flesh, fighting.

With that said, he watched as the two collided, weapon to weapon. He then held his hands to cover his face from the strong blast that came off the two. Once the wind had died down, he took note of the fact that a tree too close to the two was now missing everything above the trunk, before continuing down the hill.

He pulled the Beelzenef doll off of his hand, before reaching into his robes. He still had his bible and a few vials of holy water left-.

He was thrown from his thoughts as a little boy charged him from behind a tree, his eye patch only allowing Nekozawa to see one angry eye.

He grabbed the boy's wrist, holding it up high, only to hear the boy curse, "Damnit, let me go, you twit!"

"You're the one who tried to attack me, little boy." Nekozawa sighed, only to have a good look at him. He could sense an aura of a rather odd type of protection, but it felt cold, damning.

It was as if Nekozawa could see the cold figure over the boy's shoulder.

Nekozawa's nose wrinkled ever so slightly, before his eyes widened, "You're in a contract."

"And you're another occult member." The boy sighed, huffing as he took in the mans robes, before his eyes widened, "Wait, you're an occult member!"

"Yes, yes I am…Who are you?"

"You don't need to know, but you do need to help!" the boy said, grabbing his hand, before pulling him down the hill with him, closer to the two, "If you're anything else like that Kan boy, you must know what to do here!"

"That is my reason of being here." Nekozawa sighed, before looking up. He was out of the protection of the trees now, not that it really provided much to begin with, which also meant that he was now up close and personal with the action at hand.

As quickly as he could, he pulled out everything he'd need. On the ground, he placed the bible, some vials of holy water, and…that was all he remembered.

Leader of the occult club, everybody!

Nekozawa sighed, before giving the boy a look, "I don't know who you're contracted to, but that doesn't change the fact that you're still a mortal. If you want to leave with your life, I suggest that you leave, and that you leave now."

"You're not the boss of me." The boy scowled, before squinting. He seemed to be focusing on the demon that stood off to the side, "Sebastian? Sebastian, what are you doing!?"

The demon only then turned to the two of them, eyes wide, "Master? Master, get out of here!"

To this, Nekozawa inhaled a sharp breath. If demon was the one letting off all of that dark aura, and most of it had latched onto the boy…

Before he could put it together, the two entities turned to them. The Reaper scowled, raising her scythe high, "Mortals? How dare you two believe yourself, able to come to a place like this?"

Right before the scythe came down, the demon, Sebastian the boy called him, appeared in front of the child, catching the arch of the blade between his hands.

"I thought I told you to stay put where I had you, young Master." The demon said, strained under the pressure of the blade.

"And I thought that I told you that my orders always came first." The boy scoffed, as if he weren't talking to a powerful entity from another plain of existence; hell.

The other entity growled, before tackling the Reaper down, "Don't forget what you're fighting, Samael."

Nekozawa's ears perked up at the name, before picking up his bible. Finally, a name, "Boy, I will tell you this once; if you want your demon to survive, he must cover his ears."

Before he could be questioned, he opened up the bible, before chanting out a line of Latin, "Ego potentiam tuam, Samael."

At the words, the Reaper screeched, dropping the weapon to the ground, as she led herself, a black fluid coming from her mouth. She then looked up to Nekozawa, eyes narrowing, "You-!"

She never got to finish, as the other got her from behind with what looked to be a gun. The being cackled with more then one voice, before picking up the scythe the being dropped, "We told you not to forget, Samael. Now, look at the mess that you've gotten yourself into."

The Reaper threw her head back, a scream exiting her open mouth, as the scythe went right through her abdomen. It dug deep into the dirt, and with the angle that it was stuck, they wouldn't be able to move.

Then the being gave Nekozawa a look, a small human girl with the eyes of Satan himself, "Well? Are you going to just stand there and make us do all the work? Finish what you've started."

Nekozawa couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by her, but kept on anyway. You can't just let the beginning of an exorcism go without finishing it. That could lead to a lot you don't want, "Title mihi tenere, Samael."

Another growled left the Reaper's mouth, as the black fluid grew more thick, as if it was choking the entity from the inside. Nekozawa turned for a small amount of time, seeing that the young boy and his demon, who had his hands over his ears, before going right back into it, "You are here non receperunt."

The Reaper growled, fighting to get back up, only to have the girl step down onto the Reaper's chest, a dark smile on her face, "Oh, how we've waited for this. You've always challenged our authority, Samael."

"Return to unde veni, Samael." Nekozawa said, pulling out the cross under his robe, clutching it tightly in one hand, the other holding his bible. One side of him couldn't help but hold wonder to all of the beings he had been thrown into the middle of, but at the same time, he had to go on, for the fear of what that girl might do.

"You always question our place."

Not much scared Nekozawa, especially when it came to demons. He knew his demons, he knew how to deal with them, which was part of the reason he started his club. He'd dealt with possession, demon infiltration, even the occasional cambion. But she was something he didn't quite get a grasp on yet.

"You always assumed you were better."

Hence the weariness.

"Et disperdam te, Samael," Nekozawa neared the end, as the Reaper slowly began to dissolve into the black sludge, "Et egressus est de loco isto, Samael."

With those final words, the girl grinned, before poking the Reaper's nose, "Do mus a favor, when you go back, will you? Tell Satan that we don't need a Reaper like you anymore. Not that he doesn't know so already; it's not like you do your job like you use to anymore. Well, good bye, old friend."

With that said, Nekozawa threw the holy water into the Reaper, causing one last muffled cry left her mouth, before the girl held her hands opened, a knife forming from the smoke that came from her shoulders, "Lights out."

The moment the blade touched the Reaper's neck, the body began to melt. Slowly yet surely, the body began to dissolve quicker, leaving nothing but a face with wide eyes and a mouth open with a frozen scream of agony.

The little girl then stepped away from the pond of black, before turning to Nekozawa. In that moment, he saw his mistake, as she threw her head back, cackling with more then one voice, "Thank you, mortal, for taking out the only problem in our way. we're sure that Death is a problem to your kind as well. However, with her out of the way."

Sebastian's warning came to late, as she threw her head back with a deep cackle, the sound a mix of a possessed hiss and a child's laughter. Nekozawa barely had time to back up, as the ground around her cracked, forming a pentagram that glowed a deep red. Where she stood, an upside down cross formed under her feet.

"We hope you don't mind; it's nothing personal. It's just the fact that, well…We don't like humans."

Amy: I'll admit, I like the whole ideas of the seven sins; but it's with Erin.

Erin: Well, I liked the whole idea of the blade of seven sins; but it has you.

Amy: Wait, you see the trend here?

Erin:...Oh my God...Crimson likes the number seven.

Amy: And you're officially dumber then me.

Azazel: Speaking of Crimson, where did she go?

Lilith: She left us to finish this up.

Katrina: Has she yet to learn from her mistakes last time? Without her, something will detonate.

Amy: *Hides the TNT* I don't know what you're talking about.

Erin: *Hides the fireworks* Me neither.

Miu: Why is it t-t-that we c-can never j-just have a n-n-nice normal h-hang out?

Amy: Because we have the New Year's for that!

Katrina:...No.

Lilith: You don't really have a choice; trust me on that.

Miu: It's n-not b-b-bad, it's l-l-like a-a-a p-party!

Katrina: I'm not a party person.

Amy: Can tell.

Erin: At least she's better then you.

Azazel: Wait, who went last year?

Amy: Me, obviously, Miu, Lilith and the human torch over there.

Azazel: So only me and Katrina are new to this party, right?

Amy: That's what Crimson wants you to think.

Erin:...Wait, what the hell is that suppose to mean?

Amy: It means whatever you're willing to take from it.

Azazel: I'm still amazed that this whole year, and she only made two new OC's.

Miu: W-well, she is w-w-working on s-sequels and short s-stories.

Azazel: Well, when you put it like that.

Amy: You guys are so lucky. I'm still waiting for my sequel. Whoever read SSBU is probably long gone by now, so no one who read the original story will know the sequel.

Erin: Oh. Tough.

Amy: Better tough then flimsy; like your whole story plot.

Erin: Please. Because "Getting sucked into your video game" is SO original.

Amy: At least I'm not trying to be some edgy gang lord.

Erin: At least I can pull it off.

Amy: Whatever. I'm still the original.

Erin: Out with the old, in with the new.

Amy: That's not how it is with Overwatch.

Katrina: True.

Erin: It is how the rest of the world works.

Azazel: She's right, you know.

Amy: You know what, fuck it. Lilith.

Lilith: Yes?

Amy: Can you end the chapter before I drown myself?

Erin: Nah, Lilith, let it wait.

Lilith: *Turns to you* Are you sick of us yet?