Jean picked up Leons limp body and carried it over to one of the beds. Not the best place to bury somebody, but it would have to do considering the situation. Laying him on the bed was the hardest thing she had to do so far, next to leaving Eves body behind. This wasn't right. Things weren't meant to be this way. Breaking down again, Jean sobbed loudly into Leons chest as she knelt next to him.

"Why? Why is everything so screwed up here? I just want to leave it all behind and forget it."

You can Jean.

"Adriel? Is that you?" She wiped her face with her arm.

Stepping out from a shadow in the corner, Adriel revealed himself. He had an odd grin on his face, like he had just eaten the best meal of his life. He strolled over to her side and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"You can end it Jean," His voice soft in her ear, "You can end it all. I can give you paradise."

Staring at Leons body, fresh tears fell again. She was sick of crying, but couldn't stop it. At least she knew she still had emotions. But how long would she have them?

"What are you suggesting?" Her voice weak.

Pulling out a metal object from his sleeve Adriel held it in front of her, "I think you know what I'm suggesting."

The scalpel glinted as his hand moved in front of her. It looked brand new never tainted by the town. Jean stared at the object like it was something new to her. The thought had never crossed her mind, she just wanted to live another day, to be normal again. But it was apparent it wasn't going to happen.

Jean turned away, "I can't."

"Yes you can Jean." Adriel placed the knife in her hand, "This will all go away Jean."

"But…"

"Jean, look at your hand."

Turning slowly toward her right hand she stared at what was happening. Her hand, which was resting on Leons arm, was burning the skin. The scent of burning flesh filled the air as smoke rose from the burn. She turned back to Adriel staring in disbelief.

"Why is this happening? Is that Demon right? I am really turning into something horrible?"

"It was right Jean," He placed his hand on hers, "You are no longer pure." He took her hand and placed it on her left hand, she was now grasping the knife.

"No…"

"Jean… please."

She couldn't do anything more. Everyone was dead. She had nothing left, no one to love. Taking the knife in her right hand she held out her wrist.

"Adriel…"

"Jean," He kissed her cheek.

"I know who you are," A small grin formed on her face, "You're an angel, aren't you?"

Pausing a second he whispered into her ear again, "I knew you were smart."

"You're the Angel of Death. I remember seeing your name in the bible once."

"Very smart. That's why I like you," He stepped in front of her and helped her to her feet, "Not many people find out until they're already dead."

She chuckled to herself, "You don't hide it very well though."

"I try."

Holding her wrist out Jean looked at Adriel, "Let me see your face first."

Grasping the sides of his hood he pulled it down to his shoulders. His hair was silvery and seemed to shine on its own. His eyes were a deep blue, like the ocean. His skin was paler than normal but that's one of the things that drew her to him.

"Thank you…"

Jean drove the scalpel into her skin, the pain shooting through her body as she tore the vein. Blood oozed from the wound in thick globs as it fell to the floor. She fell to her knees holding her wrist, watching herself bleed out… watching herself die.

"Adriel… Will I really have paradise?"

"Yes Jean. I'll see to it."

"That's good." Tears fell down her face.

The room wobbled a bit at first, then it started to spin. She could feel the blood rushing out of her body. Her hand twitched and became cold as she fell into the pool of blood on the floor. There was nothing left here. She would just have to hope Adriel kept his word. The room became fuzzy, everything was fuzzy. She looked up at Adriel and stared at him for a moment. Then everything faded from her view.

Authors note: No, this is not the end. The ending will not be so simple, not easy. The true ending will be more twisted. I just needed to get some things off my chest and this seemed to fit my mood almost perfectly. Since this topic is sensitive to me. Please keep an eye out for more chapters.