Danielle went to answer it. Daven watched in amazement as she practically glided towards the door, like a princess. It came naturally to her. He wondered what possessed him to leave her. She was intelligent, beautiful, financially stable and graceful yet outspoken. Lilith was far from decent, graceless and crude.

*But like a fool, I left an angel for a devil. I traded Heaven for Hell. At least she forgave me...*

The door opened to reveal a plump and gentle African-American woman.

"Mrs. Ediths!"

"Danielle!"

Both fell into each other's arms.

"What a storm...never thought I'd make it here..."

"Why didn't you call to postpone the visit?"

"And leave you without books? Never!"

Daven rolled his eyes as Edgar rested on his shoulder. Danielle LOVED books.

"And...who is this?"

"Dave.."-she almost said Daven...

"Such interesting attire-is that the style nowadays?"

"Yes,"

he lied. It was only a white lie anyway. He stole a glance at the clock on the wall. 11.05pm. "Well...I must be going. See you later, Danielle- "Where are you going?" "Surprise," he replied, placing a finger on his lips. She said nothing as he left. "Really...what a mysterious man..." "Indeed, Mrs. Ediths." "Edwina dearie."

***************************** Boulder and Rock were bouncers at a nightclub called the Hanged Man-that Daven knew. He calmly tapped them on the shoulder after following them into the Gents for a smoke break. "Hello gentlemen." "What the-?!! Daven Richardson?!!" "For meat popsicles you sure are fast." "Fine, we'll kill you again- CRACK! Rock's nose was broken in a spilt second-and so was Boulder's windpipe. Rock fumbled for his gun, only to hear a click sound from Daven's hand. "Looking for this?" "Oh sh- His head was blown off in seconds, splattering the walls and Daven's face, creating a weird harlequin look (A/N: See Eric Draven's face for details.) Edgar surveyed all this, upon Daven's shoulder. Wiping off his fingerprints and placing it in one of Rock's overdeveloped hands; Daven could not find himself washing off the morbid make-up. It looked-interesting. Then again, Danielle would be terrified. *Fine, I'll pay a little visit to Simon first. * Edgar cawed in reply.

************************* Simon and Lilith frolicked nude in between the sheets of the bed in their shared penthouse. Daven was dead and no one suspected them of causing his death yet. A constant ringing of a bell interrupted their sinful bliss. Simon grabbed a robe and unlocked the door open, growling, "What is it- Daven stood in the doorway, fixing a deathly glare at him. "Hello, Simon-or should I say Judas?" He was silent in shock and horror. If he had the guts to talk, he would have said something boringly predictable, along the lines of "I thought you were dead!" "Simon, who is it?" "Stay back, Lilith- Simon flew back at the force of Daven's backhand. Daven smiled maliciously. No way was he going to let this bastard and that whore he once loved get away so easily. Death would come-nice and slow. Just then, Lilith appeared, in a nightie. "OMG! DAVEN- "'Tis not right to say the Lord's name in vain," sneered Daven, cracking his knuckles. He grabbed Simon and hissed, "Of all girls to pick, why Lilith?" "I came to him!" Daven dropped Simon. "What? Why, Lilith?" "You still had feelings for that frigid bi---- In a blink of an eye, Daven sped across the room, grabbed Lilith by the neck and slammed her against the wall. "Never. Speak. Ill. Of That. Pure. Angel. Before .Me!" He snarled, shaking her like a rag doll with each word. Suddenly, he loosened his grip as several bullets entered his back. He turned to see Simon, holding a smoking gun. "Little boys shouldn't play with such dangerous toys." He chuckled. Simon practically wet himself as Daven came closer and closer. He gently placed his hands on Simon, as if praying for him. "Go to Hell." At that, Simon's head was crushed like a paper bag. Lilith wept hysterically. He glared at her coldly. He took up the gun and aimed it at her head. And pulled the trigger.