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Greetings, All, hopefully the suspense isn't killing you so much that you're already dead because I have brought you the final chapter! *huge gasp from thousands of readers* Hee hee. Sorry that this is quite short but it's kinda just an epilogue.
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Chapter 5
Devil looked once more at Angel, she was like a butterfly, once beautiful and free, now ripped and crumpled by an angry child. Just as Angel's eyelids began to flutter open, a beam shot her clear through the chest leaving a smouldering hole. Angel's prophesy had come true. . . .
. . . .she was dead.
Devil tilted his head back and let out a bone-chilling laugh as the blood red sun began to appear behind him.
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Kazuya awoke, as if from a dream, to find himself looking up at the ceiling, laughing. The last thing he remembered was. . . Angel. He dropped his head to see Angel's body, there was a steaming hole through her chest.
Suddenly, memories came flashing back to him; screaming, punching, falling. He gave a cry and tears filled his eyes, blurring his vision, Angel became a swirling water colour of red and white. He wiped his tears away and looked again at Angel, her eyes gaped open and her intense stare pierced his heart, even after death. But he noticed that those eyes were fading-- she was fading, Jun's good was escaping her.
'No, NO!' cried Kazuya, 'You're not leaving me again!' but nothing he could say or do would save Jun or Angel.
Soon no trace of Angel was left but for the patch of blood where her wing had once been. Kazuya grabbed at the air trying to catch the fleeting Angel but all he caught was blood which spattered against his chest. Slowly, he rose, and in doing so caught sight of Angel's wing, twisted and mangled but unmistakable. Then another memory landed on Kazuya; a horrendous rip as he tears her wing from its socket. Angel's screams of pain echoed in Kazuya's mind long after the memory had gone. He stroked the crumpled wing and felt every tiny hair of every delicate feather until he knew it by heart. He held it close to his heart and breathed in Jun's soft scent which still lingered in the crevices of the wing. He then gently plucked out one feather; it was perfect, soft and smooth and gloriously white, like an Angel. He carried it as if it were a weak child, over to the balcony and twirled it around and smoothed it again and again, breathing in the morning air as he recaptured memories of his battle with Angel; he looks at Angel, crumpled and barely breathing, then he shoots a deadly beam straight through her soul. He opened his eyes which had been tight shut, and uncurled his sweaty fist which he had unconsciously made in his anger to reveal the crushed feather, it was then snatched from his open palm by the morning air.
But it rode not on the air but on the spirit of Angel. Angel was in all time, she couldn't simply be destroyed like Devil; because evil can be eliminated and stamped out but good, you can crush it and tear it and beat it until it bleeds but it can never be destroyed. Her spirit would always remain. That is why, an angel never dies.
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*sniff* Very, very sad, I'm almost crying just sitting here writing it, I must say I didn't expect it to end like this. In case you hadn't already figured it out, the feather at the end was a metaphor of Angel, he cared for it and tried to keep it safe but it was his own anger that destroyed it and it was taken from him. Big thanks to my new muse, Sasha. Bubye Angel, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!