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Well, here's a very long chapter 2 (sorry).
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Chapter 2
On the next full moon, Kazuya once again transformed into Devil and so Angel was once again whole.
As Devil swept into the sky so did another form, she rounded across Devil's path. He stopped in front of the woman; had he known love, Devil would have loved her instantly for she a was part of himself and a part of Jun. Instead he felt nothing, for hate cannot be created where there is none. Angel, however, felt only love for the destructive beast she saw before her.
'Who are you?' snarled Devil,
'I am Angel.' she replied plainly. The two stared at each other for a while, silhouetted in the moonlight; all was silent but for the gentle flapping of the creatures' wings, keeping them aloft. Suddenly, without warning, Devil flung one taloned foot across Angel's face, she fell but the blow had not been a hard one and she soon floated back up level with Devil. A drop of red blood trickled from a cut in her cheek; a crimson butterfly on fresh snow.
'You are mortal.' stated Devil. Angel, the half smile ever on her lips, replied,
'Yes. Like you.' For a moment Devil was taken aback by this familiar stranger who knew what was impossible to know, but soon remembered himself.
'We shall meet again soon.' said Angel, she immediately flew away and disappeared into the white glow of the full moon, leaving Devil with an unuttered 'come back' frozen upon his lips.
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When the moon was not full and Kazuya remained Kazuya he would retain his good but Jun's evil could not pass back into the grave, instead it would lie in wait for the next transformation. So Angel would be half formed. She would trapse slowly through the castle; she could be seen but only as a ghost-like form of herself, she could be heard but only as a passing whisper, she could touch but could not be touched. She was a being unto herself.
On the eve of the next full moon, Angel walked softly along the cold stone of one of the corridors. Only the rustle of the curtains in the night's breeze and the faint tapping of Angel's sandals could be heard.
She turned into a large room where there lay a young man, his face contorted into a distressed look--he was dreaming.
Ogre stood over Jun's lifeless body, he lifted her severed head, a grotesque shell of the lively young woman, and laughed. Jin tried to charge at him but he couldn't, some force was pulling him back and Ogre laughed still more ferociously. Jin shouted through bitter tears,
'MY MOTHER SHALL BE AVENGED!'
He opened his eyes to find no Ogre, no corpse, but his mother, standing in a lake in a white dress, holding her sandals in one hand, looking away from him towards the sun, fresh and bright.
Jin stood up and breathed in the morning air,
'Mother?' Jun turned her face towards him and a gentle smile spread across her lips. She looked beautiful, her glossy black hair swaying softly in the early breeze, her dark eyes smiled and her skin looked so alive outlined by the sun.
'Mother!' Jin cried as he ran to her, the water splashing around his shins. He hugged her tight and tears of joy ran down his cheeks as he breathed in her familiar scent.
'Jin, my son,' she said, 'I will never leave you.' she then kissed him softly on the forehead.
Jin opened his eyes a little. . . . and could have sworn he saw an angel leaning over him.