Her features changing, skin darkening as her bones began to glow, began to shine though her skin. Her eyes going completely back as she glanced towards her poor wings. Her poor poor wings. Wings pinned against the wall by giant metal pens.

She looked towards the ground dark hair covered her features, as she released hell apron those around her.

Kuroro and feitan stood before the building, he had tracked the soon to be victims to this location. He had asked feitan to join him to hopefully get information out of the leader. "I can smell blood" feitan stated quickly as the pair entered though the doorway, bodies already dead in their wake.

Kuroro nodded as he two caught swift of the coppery smelling substance. He took a step forward before freezing at the sight before him.

Z stood still before them.

He felt a chill run up his spine at the sight. Her body looked battered, her wings tattered and bloody from the holes poked through them. Dried blood and dirt had mixed with bruising make it hard to distinguish them, but it was the eyes. With her skeleton shinning though her darken skin – the eyes looked like the black pits of the abyss trying to shallow you whole with its unfocused graze.

Something was wrong. Kuroro frowned as she shifted towards them, he could feel her anger but also her blood lust that only seem to crave death.

His eyes widen in relation. She wasn't in full control; she didn't know who they were. At this point she was truly an angel of death.

Z looked at the pair before her, their blurry figures unmoving. She was about to take a step forward to deliver the killing blow when she paused, there was this feeling. This human emotion in her gut that was preventing her from killing this unknown human.

She stepped forward raising a hand to the taller blur, her cold hand touching its warm skin.

Hand drifter downwards to its throat. A frown pulling at her lips as the feeling intensified... the hand fell limply to her side as she turned her attention to the smaller dark figure. Before she even made a move- mazikeen stepped out of the shadows. Wrapping her deadly arms around the figure's shoulders. Her stitched smiling face never changing as her ghostly voids screamed 'mine'

Her frown deepens as she stared at the figure and mazikeen, the demonic spirit unmoving under her blank graze. It was strange. Mazikeen never cared for humans – she only wanted the world to burn after all it did to her. Yet here she was claiming someone. She didn't understand.

And Z didn't understand why these emotions prevented her from killing the other figure. What did it mean?

She was snapped out of thoughts as a sharp pain ripped into her arm.

It unnerved kuroro how she didn't seem to react to him pricking her skin with a benz knife – only stared at the little droplet of blood running down her skin before giving the pair an unreadable expression. She stared blankly at them for moment, head cocked with minimal movement before stepping backwards into shadow.

Kuroro glanced towards Fetian, a smirk donning his features at the sight. It seems the shorter male had been saved by a spirit, the Oni mask wearing ghost had her pale arms wrapping around his shoulder's. "it's you again" the smaller male stated. As the spirit nodded, "ripped anyone intestines out lately?"

The spirit stitched smiles dipped, before shaking its head. "want to see some action?"

It nodded, "you know where the boss it?" it nodded again, before floating around him pointing towards a door.

The pair followed the ghost, making their way up through the building. On the first four floors bodies lay death – the life seemingly drained out of their bodies. On the fifth floor, you could hear the shouts and screams of those still living slowly being put out one by one. The troupe members didn't stop until the tenth floor.

"I see you've come" the same voice from the video stated.

"I came to tell you that she isn't my girlfriend"

"yet your still here to recuse her? I think it's more than what you say" The man stated.

Kuroro shrugged, "feitan"

The short male nodded before walking towards the boss. "don't think I will go out without taking you down"

"we got something you wouldn't even account for" feitan smirked, as two cold hands descend on the boss's shoulders. The man turned around the blood running ice cold it his veins, a cold sweat breaking out as his eyes locked onto those ghostly white voids. The oni mask balanced on her head as black hair floated around her. With that wicked stitched smile that promised nothing but pain.

Z stepped out of the shadows into the room before freezing at the sight. It was the two strange yet similar figures stood before another screaming male.

She locked onto the taller male as he stepped towards her. she swayed on her feet; another foreign substance had entered her system again – she could feel her body start to shut down.

But not yet – not until the fury in her veins had been subsided and her hunger satisficed.

She stepped into darkness once more.

Kuroro glanced towards feitan and the ghost – the pair happily torturing the boss before stepping out of the room speeding up to follow line of death and destruction. He had spotted the sway, the sweat coating her cold skin she was reaching her limit, the paracletic poison running though her veins, soon she would be his.

The Ryoden head finally catching up to her on the roof top, just in time to see her last target jump of the roof to his death. The angel glitched in and out of existence, body turning towards him in a snap. Her blank glazed locking onto his face as her brows scrunched up in concentration – like she was trying to figure something out. She moved towards him head out stretched as she cupped his cheek. But unlike last time she didn't go for his neck. Instead she leaned in, head upturned to his face.

A slightly confused expression on her skeleton face. She just didn't understand. why was her heart pounding in her ribs? Why was her stomach twisting in knots? Why was she okay with this close proximity? Why did she want to close the gap?

unfortunately, her questions would be left unanswered as her body finally gave way. It already being pushed way passed its limit. However, this time she welcomed the void with open arms unconscious knowing she was safe in the stranger's arms. Kuroro was ready to catch her, he had noticed the fading bones and drain of darkness in her eyes as sleep took her.

She lay limply in his arms, as he put gentle arms around her wings before lifting her up.

She was his and he was never going to give her up.

To be continued...

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soo my car broke... instead of going off adventuring in the moutains... i wanna play in snow DX ...i deicded to edit and update!

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