A/N: Starting off with another dream sequence because I need filler. Okay not filler it does have purpose buuutttt also it stretches shit out. Only so many times I can throw this argument in your face over and over again. But it's so important to me. So goddamn important urgh.

Enjoy~

See to it that no one comes short of the grace of God; that no root of bitterness springing up causes trouble, and by it many be defiled -Hebrews 12:15

Around him, there was nothing. That blank plane that he'd visited so many times throughout his life. He bit his lip, looking for that familiar light to guide him back home. He quirked his brow as he found none, pivoting on his foot and glancing around frantically. "Hello?" he called out, voice fading out into the void.

His turning stopped, a shocked shriek passing through his lips as a figure formed but a few feet in front of him. He stumbled back, watching as the blackened creature suddenly began melting down into the nothingness beneath their feet, red curls popping out of the seeping tar. "K-Kyle?" he whimpered.

Kyle smiled, letting the remaining sludge slither off of him and closing the distance, reaching up and grasping Kenny's hair, tugging him down to meet his lips. Kenny blinked before sinking into the loving heat, tongues lightly brushing against one another's in a sweet, supple dance. The familiar taste of mint toothpaste and coffee swirled into Kenny's mouth, his lashes practically fluttering at the intimate secret that only the two of them ever indulged in.

The redhead pulled back for a breath, leaning forward and resting his head on Kenny's chest. Kenny's arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, nestling down into his hair. "Kyle, I don't know what to do," he whispered.

The shorter was silent for a moment, nuzzling into Kenny's tshirt. "Just hold onto me," he whispered back. Kenny nodded frantically, a tear escaping his eye and running down into Kyle's curls. The redhead pulled back and looked up at him, that pitiable look from the last day they saw each other clearly splayed across his face. He raised his hand and wiped his thumb across Kenny's lashes. "Don't cry," he said quietly. "I'm okay."

"No, you're not," he insisted.

He gave him a crooked smile and shook his head, "I'm okay," he repeated. They both flinched and looked up, fluttering white and black feathers flittering down around them like snowfall.

Kenny took a deep breath, nose scrunching as vanes tickled his nostrils upon an inhale. Kyle chuckled lightly, brushing some strays off the blonde's shoulder. Blue eyes fell onto the small redhead, glimmering fondly. "I'm sorry," he murmured, stroking his temple with his thumb.

Kyle turned his head, kissing his hand lightly. "Don't be. I'm fine," he assured him. "You just need to hold on."

"Kyle, you didn't have another option. I ain't lettin' you go." he smirked sadly.

The man looked at him, a serious glint flashing over stoney jade eyes. "You need to."

He blinked, "I...I thought-"

Kyle's hands reached up and grasped his shoulders, fingers digging in desperately. "Do not let go."

He narrowed his eyes, "Let go or not? Which is it?"

"Both," he hissed, shaking him firmly. Kenny gaped at him, completely lost as the feathers around them picked up speed, slapping against their arms and slithering through their hair.

"I don't understa-" he paused as a booming voice breeched the air, the entire void beginning to toss and shift.

"Ken," the voice called. He narrowed his eyes in recognition. "Ken, wake up!" the voice insisted urgently.

His eyes widened as Kyle slipped through his fingers down into the nothingness, the feathers dropping with deadweight around him.

He groaned, shifting and opening his eyes blearily to find Gabriel looming over him shaking him urgently. "What, Gabe?" he asked sleepily, letting out a long yawn. He sat up in his bed, shaking the sleep out of his eyes.

"Damien attacked him," he said worriedly.

The drowsiness disappeared instantaneously. "WHAT?!" he screamed, hopping off his bed and tripping onto the floor. He scrambled up and burst out of his door, leaping down stairs with Gabriel hot on his trail as they sped towards the congregation room. "When did it happen?!" he demanded, bounding past worrisome guards without a second glance.

"I-I don't know," he replied honestly. "God called us all in and told us and I ran up to get you."

Kenny gulped, tears beading his bloodshot eyes. Every possible scenario played out before him, stomach curling uneasily into painful cramps. He bit his lip as they made it down the fourth flight of steps and up to the open door of the congregation, Kenny speeding in and leaving Gabriel to swiftly close it behind. Kenny didn't stop his running, shoving Uriel out of his way to stand next to God and panting. "What...happened...?" he gulped down a pained breath.

The deity solemnly pointed to His vision, Kenny's heart dropping instantly at the sight of Kyle, bloodied and naked, eyes blankly focused on the outside world. "Oh no," he whispered, legs buckling and falling back, Raphael catching him and leaning him against the table.

"Ken...it's okay..." the brunette worked out, knowing full and well that this situation was the furthest thing from okay.

Kenny couldn't even hear his foolish statement, heart pounding madly in his chest like timpani barraging his eardrums. He watched as Valefor licked Kyle's arm, nudging against him urgently. He raised his brow at a slim blonde next to him, trying to coax him to move. "Kyle, Kyle come on," he insisted.

"Who the fuck is that?" he whispered, narrowing his eyes in confusion.

"Pip Pirrup," God answered quietly, Kenny jolting back a bit at the familiar name. "He found Kyle and he's been trying to help him the last week...And he needs it more than ever right now," He sighed.

Kenny's ears perked at Kyle's voice, breath hitching at the unfamiliar monotony within the tone. "Outside," the man mumbled, fingers fumbling to grab at his discarded clothes and hold them over his exposed front, genially getting onto his feet on shaking legs. Pip stood beside him, following with a concerned expression and looking on the brink of tears from Kyle's plight. The redhead, on the other hand, looked like a living mannequin, barely blinking, barely breathing. He slowly made his way towards the pond, Valefor keeping at his side and prepared to help if the man should stumble.

"This isn't right," Kenny whispered, eyes burning. "That's not him."

"Of course it is," Gabriel intervened. "He's just...upset," he winced.

The blonde shook his head, "He's too tense. He's not screaming or losing his temper...this isn't right," he repeated, heart shattering in his chest. He watched helplessly as Kyle dropped his tattered clothing to the side, a quick scan of his body showing blood and cum running down his inner thighs. He choked out a sob, clasping his hand over his mouth and trying not to absolutely lose his mind. His arm crossed over his stomach, trying to lessen the horrific pains starting anew.

Kyle robotically lowered himself down, sliding himself into the pond and sitting on a slight incline into the water. Slowly, he let himself sink up to his shoulders, closing his eyes and letting his blood brought by Damien's fangs wash away in the small, ebbing tide. He leaned back, resting his head on a stone on the shore of the pond, feeling Valefor lie down next to him, his heavy breath washing over his exhausted form.

Pip cleared his throat, "K-Kyle?"

"Yes?" he replied in a deadpanned whisper, Kenny able to hear just how much damage Damien had caused.

"Would you like me to find you some better clothes?" he offered softly.

Kyle glanced at him and raised his brow, "What? Is there a lost and found?"

He shook his head, "In the second layer they discard clothes. I can perhaps grab something before they incinerate the next bunch."

Kyle blinked, nodding softly, "That'd be great. Thanks." Pip smiled reassuringly, reaching out and squeezing the man's shoulder before hopping to his feet and quickly heading away. "Pip?" Kyle called after him.

"Yes?" he turned back and cocked his head.

He reached out of the water, pushing Valefor's head lightly. "Take Valefor. If anyone asks, I told you to take care of him." He looked at the dog and patted his head. "Go," he ordered softly.

Valefor licked his nose before hopping up and heading up to beside the blonde, both of them turning and walking off to make way to the second layer. Kyle watched after them for a bit before letting out a long breath, turning back to face the front out into the water, eyes dimly glazed over.

Kenny watched, absolutely torn asunder. "Why isn't he reacting?" he whispered. "Why isn't he doing anything?"

"Have you ever seen Kyle in a traumatic experience before?" Jegudiel asked quietly.

"Yeah. Usually he goes 'Jesus Christ, Dude' and launches into a way to solve the problem," he bit his lip.

"But...were those experiences done to him or to someone else?"

He paused, a tear sliding down his cheek as he watched his silent lover sitting stoically in the water. "Never to him...not like this," he murmured.

"Then...this is how he must handle it," Jesus said softly.

"But what if...what if...this is how Damien handles a problem?" he began breathing out of control, Raphael soothingly rubbing over his back. "What if it's not him but that fucking red eyed fuck instead?!" he twisted his fingers in his hair and tugged viciously, teeth grating against each other.

"Damien would not have sent a mortal out with a protector," God said gently, touching his arm. "Kyle's still in there...just...struggling."

They looked up as Kyle raised an arm out of the water, red eyes scanning listlessly over the webbing scars settled on his flesh. He closed his eyes again, feeling Damien's evidence washing away and swallowing a heavy breath. He jerked a bit, eyes scrunching almost painfully. Kenny's lip trembled as a quiet sob finally snaked its way out of the redhead despite his best efforts to conceal it.

Kyle's arms hugged himself, slowly sinking himself down into the water and submerging himself. Kenny whimpered as he stayed beneath the surface for a good fifty seconds before bursting back up, gasping for air. He coughed, running his clawed hands through his hair and nodding to himself briskly, hiding his face in his hands. Kenny leaned forward to hear better as he muttered into his palms, "You're alive. You're alive. Breathe. Breathe." he demanded himself, shoulders heaving in broken cries.

"Please let me go get him," he begged with a cracking voice, knowing it was absolutely fruitless, but needing to hear it for himself.

"Kenneth...you know we can't," Michael said with a gentle edge to his tone, even himself feeling guilt weighing down from the cold, hard truth of the matter.

The group watched the little broken man in silence, the only sound echoing around the room being Kyle's distant, subdued sobs. A soft, desperate plea broke through: "Kenny...help...please..."

Tears began rolling down Ken's cheeks in full force, entire body quaking as he curled into himself, falling onto his knees on the floor. Raphael grimaced, kneeling beside him and moving to let Kenny hide his face in his shoulder. "It's all right," he murmured, patting his back softly, the blonde unable to choke out the smallest of words, sobbing loudly against Raphael's tunic as the remainder watched him breaking apart.

"What's he doing?" Uriel's voice perked up through the somberness.

They all looked back at Kyle whose head shot over, seeing Gragor standing off in the distance watching him disinterestedly. "What?!" Kyle spat, whirling around in the water.

Gragor smirked self-righteously, "Heard you got put into your place."

Kyle snarled, hopping out of the water and throwing his boxers back on, eyes gleaming with a pure hatred that Kenny had never seen coming from those gentle irises. "Leave. Now." he ordered.

"What is he doing?" Kenny echoed, getting back onto wobbling legs and staring intently at his small fiancé glaring at the behemoth a few yards from him.

"And what makes you think I should?" he taunted.

"I outrank you," he spat. "So do as I fucking say and get the fuck away from me before I make you!" he screamed.

"He's losing his temper way too quick," Kenny noted, breath coming in short rasps. He knew Kyle too well to think this was normal. Kyle was quick to snap but never to threaten, not in this timeframe.

"Make me?" he repeated amusedly, taking a few brave steps towards the frail redhead. Kyle tensed, claws digging into his palms as his sharp sight locked on target.

"Last. Warning," he sneered.

Gragor smirked, crossing his arms firmly. "Or what? Gonna send your idiotic little boyfriend after me?" he egged on. Kyle growled, shoulders shaking and eyes sparking. "Well, I guess he wouldn't help you anyway, would he? You're just another demon," he said smoothly.

Kyle's patience completely snapped, eyes striking the match. Gragor's jaw dropped along with the audience as Kyle leapt forward with incredible speed. His claws sprang forward, palms facing opposite directions as they dove through the golden plating of Gragor's throat. The redhead shouted angrily, fingers clenching within the muscle tissue and spreading his arms, ripping the demon's head clean off in one smooth movement and throwing it to the ground with a sickening thud. He pushed Gragor's still-standing body back onto the stone as well, watching it collapse satisfactorily.

"OH MY GOD!" Kenny screamed, backing up in fright as he watched Kyle's demeanor slip back into a calmed state, glaring down at his victim's body bleeding out. The redhead cracked his neck, seeming unfazed by the blood spatter coating his face and chest.

He spat on Gragor's decapitated head, watching as the corpse burst into a small flame and disappeared completely, sinking down into the stone ground. "See you when you respawn, you shiny fuck," he scoffed.

Kenny was nearly choking, clutching at his face in horror. "Oh my god. Oh my god," he repeated over and over, fingers tangling in his hair.

"Uh oh," God murmured, blackened eyes wide and alert with the angels and Jesus surrounding Him. They watched as Kyle raised a blood-soaked hand, taking a small lick off his finger and tonguing over his lips. Kenny began to dry heave at the sight, his entire world spiraling around. This wasn't Kyle. This wasn't his Kyle.

"What do we do?" Michael asked blankly, watching in rigid shock as Kyle nonchalantly made his way back to the water to scrub off the residue clinging to his body like rubies.

"I...I...don't know," God answered honestly. "I can't tell what side he's on."

"OUR SIDE, HE'S ON OUR SIDE!" Kenny insisted, tearing at his hair. He couldn't let them think otherwise. Regardless of what he just saw, he couldn't let them have the notion that Kyle needed to be killed. He'd find a way to save him. There had to be some way.

Uriel shook his head, "Kenneth, look at him!" he demanded, gesturing to Kyle silently cleaning himself off. "He's a fucking demon and you need to-"

Kenny's eyes shifted on a dime and the heavenly beings around him felt his power surging in the room. He sneered, head snapping over to Uriel. Michael grabbed him and Barachiel from that side of the room as light exploded with a thunderous crack and quickly got the three of them out of the way. Glass shattered from the opposite wall, shards flying into the room and a large gust of wind knocking the lot behind the blonde over onto the floor.

"Kenny, stop!" Gabriel shouted, blocking his face from the barrage.

The blonde blinked and shook his head at the voice, rubbing his fading eyes as the light dissipated from around them. "Holy hell," Raphael gaped, staring past the blonde with the rest of them.

"What?" Kenny winced, turning to look and his face falling, the West wall leading outside completely destroyed. "Holy shit. Holy shit I am so sorry," he gaped at them all. "I didn't mean to, I seriously didn't-"

"Stop," God held up His paw, nodding slowly at him. "You're fine. It's just...a wall," He shook His head in disbelief as everyone shakily got back to their feet.

"You two will destroy everyone if you fight," Michael murmured, looking between Kenny and God's vision still playing casually. He turned to Uriel, wincing as guiltily as Ken. "You're lucky that didn't hit you," he lectured. "Kenny very well could have injured you to the point of being immobilized."

"I'm so sorry," Kenny whispered again, hiding his face in his hands. This was a disaster. Everything about this was just a complete catastrophe slipping through his fingers like sand. He peeked through his fingers back at Kyle, whose expression had fallen back blankly, diluted blood streaming down his body in pink droves. The blonde dropped his hands, straightening himself out and taking a long breath. "I'm not killing him," he stated.

Selaphiel frowned, "No one is telling you to."

"No, but most of you are giving me the look that says you think I'll have to," he snapped, eyes lingering on everyone but God, Raphael, Gabriel, and Selaphiel. He shook his head. "We're fucking half and half over his fucking life," he gestured to Kyle defeatedly. "He...he just killed Gragor, not Pip, not the damn dog. Just one that's probably been after him since he got there," he winced.

"But so unprovoked, Kenneth?" Michael questioned.

He glared, everyone tensing to fly out of the way again. "How would you fucking react after something like that?" he hissed. "I guess most people just fucking go about their days singing and picking fucking flowers, right?"

"I didn't say-"

"Shut the fuck up," he snapped, watching Michael's mouth slowly slip closed, the elder giving him a warning look. Kenny didn't care. He'd deal with the consequences later if he had to but no one was going to stand in front of him and say how taking down Kyle was the only option. "I told you once and now I'll tell all of you fuckers," he gestured around. "No one touches him but me, are we fucking clear?"

Everyone was silent for a few moments before Jegudiel cleared his throat. "And...if he takes you down?"

Kenny took a deep breath, flickering his eyes back to the redhead. "Then you're fucked. If Kyle can forget and kill me, he won't have an issue striking any of you down," he muttered. He looked at God, whose eyes were swimming with pity. "Keep me updated, please," he asked softly. The deity nodded and Kenny turned on his heel, heading towards the broken wall and taking flight out of it, heading off to try to separate himself from the disaster at his feet.

"...Shit," Raphael finally broke the tensive silence, running his fingers through his brown hair. "What now?"

Michael took a deep breath, "We keep training. Like it or not, we have two Damiens to deal with now," he looked over at Kyle as he silently stood and walked back towards his prison.

"They're not the same," Selaphiel frowned. "Kenny's right: Kyle killed another demon."

"What, you think Damien wouldn't?" he narrowed his eyes. "Damien would kill anyone in his way, regardless of species."

"But he's not Damien," Gabriel insisted.

Uriel stepped up, "Well it is his blood flowing through his veins," he reminded them.

"But it's still his soul," Raphael shot back. "Tattered or not, it's still Kyle in there."

"Enough!" God snapped, all of them looking at Him in shock at the raised tone. He glanced at all of them in a shady, sweeping line. "Look," He said firmly, "This is not up for discussion. Kenneth said you're not to touch him and that is the end of it."

Michael frowned, "But what if-"

He held up His paw, "If Kyle kills Kenneth, then you will decide from there. But you all know as well as I do that if you go for Kyle on the battlefield, Kenneth will easily destroy you before you hit your target."

Jegudiel winced, "I don't think he'd kill us..."

He gestured to the destroyed wall, "Look. Look at what he did for a comment," He reminded them. "He is a mortal above all else and mortals are selfish in the end. He'll gladly throw himself or you out the window if he can save Kyle."

Michael rubbed his temple, "So, basically, you're saying we're stuck with the worst kind of soldier."

"No, I'm saying you're graced with the best kind of leader," God replied sharply. "He knows his goal and he's going to follow through with it any way he can. He's not going to stop until Kyle's out of harm's way and Damien is open for attack." He paused, focusing solely on Uriel for a moment. "There is to be no more talk of bringing Kyle down or calling him something other than Kyle, am I clear?"

Uriel nodded, eyes lingering on the destruction on the other side of the room and taking a long breath.

Michael shook his head, "Fine. I just hope Kenneth remembers what's actually important."

God flickered His eyes to Kyle sitting in his cell, knees curled up and hiding his face in crossed arms, back subtly convulsing with quiet cries. "I'm sure he will."

A/N: Papa God to the rescue. Wait is that redundant? Like, Papa Father? Idk God has too many titles for my tastes so I stick with his name. Because laziness again yey.

My boys are suffering so much it's hurting me /rolls

Thanks for R&Ring!