Angel, it seemed, had gotten himself into something of a situation. When Alastor had tracked him down to the adze's chamber, he was greeted by a most peculiar sight. There was the adze in her medium form, staring at Angel adoringly while he was anxiously pinned to the wall and trying to talk his way out of a night of romance.

"Listen toots, I won't lie to you. You seem very nice and attractive, and anyone would be lucky to have you as a life partner but I'm not emotionally ready for a commitment of magnitude." Angel babbled. "And you wouldn't want me for a mate anyway. I'm notoriously promiscuous. I could never give you fidelity."

Ignoring his protests, the adze started to play with his fluffy hair.

"Hey! That is unwanted physical contact lady!" He yelped. "Oh great you ruined my hair. Do you have any idea how long it takes me to get my hair to look nice?"

The adze just started to rub up against him and hum.

"What on earth am I looking at?" Alastor thought, confused. For a moment, he had to stop and clean his spectacles because from where he was standing, it looked like the vicious, blood-thirsty, adze was romantically interested in Angel.

"Hey what are you doing?!" Angel squealed when the she-moth creature started flapping her wings.

She was once again trying to use dance to instigate a mating ritual. Yep, it was no trick of mind or blurred image on Alastor's glasses, this creature wanted Angel. And she wanted him bad.

"Okay I'll admit it, you're a good dancer and this is kind of turning me on." Angel confessed. "But seriously, I cannot stay here! So let's just part ways as friends or maybe even as pen pals."

As amusing as this scene was, Alastor knew he had to get Angel out of this situation, which was probably the weirdest situation Alastor had ever faced. A moth wishing to mate with a spider, that over grown insect definitely had weird tastes in potential mates, but if her mind was that feral then he couldn't be too surprised.

That's when an idea came to him. Maybe he could take advantage of her feral state. If her brain was primitive enough to mate with the first male thing that comes close to her, then maybe it was primitive enough to where she would be drawn to the one thing no moth could resist. Light.

He spied a chain the led up to an un-lit candelabra.

"That could work." He concluded. "But what would I use?"

Alastor stepped back into the corridor and discovered that all he had to work with was the corpse of an archer and a lit torch. He grabbed the long dead archer's weapons, lit the sharp end of the arrow on fire with the torch, and carefully placed it into the crossbow. Then he slowly crept back into the adze's lair and aimed for the candle wick on the candelabra.

Alastor fired and the arrow successfully lit that candle, creating a whoosh sound that lured the adze's attention to look upward. When she saw the light, she predictably flew up to it. Alastor then quietly slipped over to where Angel stood. He covered Angel's mouth before he could even react and made "Shh" to signify that needed to be quiet. Angel nodded and the two began to exit the chamber with great care.

They were halfway to freedom when Angel's foot accidentally kicked over a discarded shield. It made a loud clang and hearing the noise, the adze looked down upon them and feared her anger. She immediately grew back into her more terrifying form.

Alastor and Angel ran, the adze took chase. Outside the chamber, Princess Charlie was waiting for her rescuer just as she had been instructed to do so. As Alastor went barreling past her, he scooped her up and kept running. Angel looked at Charlie. Charlie looked at Angel.

"Hi Princess!" He said.

"It talks?" Charlie asked Alastor, pointing to Angel.

"Yeah." Alastor replied with a chuckle. "It's getting him to shit up that's the trick."

"Hey!" Angel cried offended.

Suddenly they stopped, having reached the end a cliff. There only escape was a fallen column that had formed into a sort of slide.

"Going down." Alastor suggested.

"What?! Are you insane?!" Angel cried taking note of the steep drop. "Oh no! There is no way in Hell, that I am gonna- Ahhh!"

Alastor just shoved Angel down and then jumped after him while carrying Charlie. Unfortunately there was a crack mid-way in the stone and it hit Alastor right in the groin.

"Oh!" He gasped.

"Are you alright?" Charlie asked him.

He could only nod and when they reached the end of the pillar he took a moment to grab his crotch.

"Serves you right for pushing me." Angel smirked.

But managed Alastor to shake off the pain and keep going. They ran for the entrance hall of the castle with the moth adze right behind them. Around and around they went, but they couldn't out run the enormous creature. It was obvious she wasn't going to let them leave which meant that there was only one thing left to do.

"Okay you two, head for the exit." He said.

"What about you?" Angel asked.

He grabbed a sword from the nearby armor of a dead knight.

"I'll take care of that winged nuisance."

"But Alastor-" Charlie started to protest.

"I'm sorry Princess." He said. "I tried to simply leave her be like you preferred but she as long she lives, she won't let any of us go. I have no other choice."

Charlie wanted to argue further but her sense of reason told her that the knight's words were true. So she reluctantly followed his spider companion to the nearest escape. Alastor then raced back to face the black moth adze. She looked angrier than any creature Alastor had ever seen in his entire life. He didn't know it was possible for anything to have such rage.

But then all of a sudden her anger was replaced by something else. Pain. Just when it looked like she was going to fight Alastor head on, she dropped to the floor and started clawing at her neck. Her gaze was then directed to Charlie who was halfway to freedom. The closer the princess got, the more pain the creature felt. Each step she took increased the agony ten fold.

Alastor scanned the adze confused, trying to figure out what exactly was happening to her. At long last his eyes fell upon the metal brace around her neck, a collar that seemed to be burning her flesh as if the material were acid or hot coals. That was the source of her pain and it had weakened her. It had put her at his mercy. With her writhing like this, he could easily plunge the sword deep into her head or heart and end all of this nonsense. It's what one would have expected him to do. After all, it would be no different from killing an animal that threatened his life.

But for some reason, he ended up doing something else. He raised the sword high above his head and swiftly brought it down on to the collar. It broke and fell with a thud, and at that exact moment a bright, fire-like, light enveloped the creature. The force of it shaking the ground like an earth quake.

Alastor immediately dropped the sword and bolted after Charlie and Angel.

"Ruunnnn!" He shouted.

The three of them sprinted as fast as they could through the exit and to the bridge. But the weaker parts of the ground were starting to trouble. Angel, who happened to be standing on an especially weak area, he began to fall toward the lava lake.

"Aaaaaagghhh!" He screamed.

At the last possible second, Alastor managed to grab him by one of his legs.

"Awww shit! Don't drop me! Don't drop me! Don't drop me!" He pleaded in a panic as he dangled over the inferno below.

Charlie quickly reached for one of his other legs and she helped Alastor pulled him back on to land. By the time they had saved him from the boiling, molten, jaws of death, the entire front half of the castle had been destroyed by that burst of light and force. And lying unconscious in the mist of the ruins, was the moth adze in her average form.

"Is she dead?" Charlie asked, fearing the worst.

With great caution, Alastor approached the creature and inserted finger close to her throat. He felt a pulse.

"She lives." He said.

Charlie sighed in relief.

"What should we do with her, Smiles?" Angel asked.

Alastor became silent for about five minutes so he could consider something.

"I guess all we can do right now is bring her along with us."

"But what if she wakes up and tries to eat us?" Angel asked.

"I don't know why, but I have a gut feeling that she won't be much of a threat to use anymore."

He grinned.

"Come on, let's make something that we can use to drag her along. There's no telling how long she'll be out cold."

"You got it boss." Angel saluted.