Kaitlyn looked angry. Clive admitted to himself that he had never seen her daughter so upset before. Her eyes were like her mother's, as tough as steel, and her little hands were gripping the heavy weight of the weapon as tightly as she could. She looked very close to tears though, and finally, she dropped the gun, the Gungnir falling to the side with a rattling clatter. "I'm sorry Uncle Ravendor," She said, "But I don't want my Daddy to be hurt anymore. He's been hurt enough." Letting her hands fall to her sides, smelling a little of gunpowder, Kaitlyn sunk to her knees and started to cry.

Clive was watching Ravendor while still in the arms of his wife, the feeling gradually returning to all his deadened nerves. Catherine was being his physical support. As for Ravendor, the winged demon slowly removed his hand from the area of his gunshot wound. There was blood on his hands, his own. He was now incredibly confused, for all he had seen and known for quite some time was just an endless expanse of nothingness for an unending period of time. He had been so certain that he was silenced for good. It was the ending that he had wanted, but then, somebody had called him back. Ravendor started to breathe again, nearly overwhelmed by the sensation of pain in his chest. Leaning into the rocky wall, he concentrated on being alive.

I… came back. Somebody summoned me back. Who…? He noticed the girl with the gun beside her, the barrel still smoking a little. Kaitlyn, I suppose. She brought me back. Why? Ugh… Ravendor started to cough a little, his lungs filling up with blood from a ruptured internal wound. It was becoming difficult to breathe. He could feel his healing factor begin to patch up the injury, but for the gunshot wound, nothing could be done. The heart was the only part of a demon that could not be regenerated, and it was their only definite weak spot.

I have been defeated. My ambition is dead. He thought to himself. But Winslett, but Clive has refrained from destroying me outright. Why? I know he has more power than what he has displayed, I saw it myself from within Diablo. Why didn't he decide to kill me…?

The winged demon didn't resist when Clive stood up from out of Catherine's arms and took the dark-haired man's right arm, draping it across his shoulder and hauling Ravendor to his feet, because he couldn't stand up very well under his own power at the moment. Clive was feeling stronger than before, but it was still a struggle for him nonetheless. Adjusting his glasses with his free hand, he smiled wearily. "It is over. Let's find Virginia and the others and leave. I have decided that Ravendor will be coming with us. He is many things but he is still my brother. Catherine, Kaitlyn, do you mind?" Catherine also got up and shook her head, she didn't mind, as long as they were able to get out of harm's way. Ravendor was silent, not objecting, or perhaps, unable to object. He looked to be only semi-conscious, staring listlessly at the ground.

Kaitlyn stood up and managed to pick up the Gungnir by herself, having to heavily reinforce it with the ground, holding it like it was a walking stick. She felt comfortable to be holding it, and for the first time, she grasped the concept of what she had just accomplished. She had shot an ARM without any assistance from anyone, and not only that, she had executed a lock-on technique at the same time. It made her feel incredibly proud, though her heart felt sad and guilty at the result of her actions. She didn't want to shoot him, but she had to, to save her father's life. "Let's go home." Clive said, taking a few steps while dragging the bandit-leader as he moved.

Ravendor walked with him, but like in his childhood with all the people who had guided him against his will, he just allowed himself to be led like he had no free will of his own. "Home…" He echoed, morosely and quietly. He didn't even think that he had a home, or anything remotely resembling that idea. He couldn't even remember the last time he had had a place to call home. Ravendor closed his eyes. Demons weren't supposed to have homes, why on earth did Clive entertain such a preposterous notion? Ravendor felt that he could only do two things with his life now, if he could call it a life. Destroy, or die. But still, it would be really nice, and he thought of this only briefly, if there could be something else, something that he didn't deserve. Something called happiness.

"Clive, do you… pity me?" Ravendor asked weakly, suddenly, from out of nowhere.

Pausing, Clive stopped to think for a few seconds, watching Catherine dust traces of dirt from the front of her dress. Her face was a little smudged with blood, but somehow, it made her look all the more attractive to him. However, Clive could also remember a time when she had been Ravendor's girlfriend instead of his wife, though that time seemed to be so long ago. Time changed everybody. "No. I do not." Clive said at last, convinced of his opinion. "I can only pity a lesser man or creature, and Ravendor, I have always considered you my equal, even now. Bad things can happen to good people. Why should I pity you?" Clive sighed. "I couldn't kill you either. I am so sick and tired of taking the lives of others, I just couldn't commit that same crime again."

"Then you are a fool." Replied the other demon, blood still leaking from the gunshot wound in his chest. Clive just shrugged the shoulder that wasn't being leaned on and smiled. He would rather be a fool than a murderer, that was for sure. He faintly picked up the sound of rocks moving nearby, but focussed his concentration on the sword, lying on the ground in front of him. Raising his free hand over the weapon, he beckoned to it. Completely unsure as to why he expected something to happen, it surprisingly did. Kuronegaiken leapt from the ground into Clive's welcoming hand, reuniting with it's master. It pulsed warmly for a few seconds, then went quiet.

But that quiet did not last for long. The sword all of a sudden flared it's handle with a red-hot fire, almost scalding Clive's skin. The swordsman yelped and almost dropped it again, but then after a brief moment, almost as soon as it had come, it disappeared again. It had been a warning. Kuronegaiken was trying to warn him about something, and if that were true, then Luceid herself sensed that something bad was happening. Grasping his sword even tighter, he heard the rocks move again, louder and more prominently, and this time he noticed it.

Coming from Kaitlyn's direction.

Turning towards his daughter he saw the shadows shift behind her, like a great mass was moving under the cloak of darkness. Here and there, the swordsman caught a glimpse of blood-red armor and he bit his lip, modifying his stance a little so that was allowed him to be able to attack and still support Ravendor at the same time. Kaitlyn herself stood up when she heard the noise, but didn't turn around, watching her father with muted fear. Then, bursting from the shadows around them, a wounded Diablo thundered into view, hunched over the little girl with cables running from it's injured belly, sparking with extensive damage. Heat sizzled off the crimson armor in invisible heat waves, and the beast roared, it's AI pushed to the brink of it's sanity. The damaged cables instantly came to life and waved around like a cluster of riled snakes, hissing arcs of deadly electricity.

And Clive knew that he would have to fight again, but he couldn't do it alone.

"Kaitlyn! Watch out!" He cried, unable to protect her from where he stood. The little girl whirled around and then threw herself backwards as one large cable slammed itself into the ground near her feet, intent on piercing her body like a toothpick through a choice piece of food. She landed on her front and felt the electricity charge the air behind her, hopping up onto her feet as quickly as she could. Clive squeezed Ravendor's wrist, trying to see if the other demon was still conscious. "Ravendor! Can you stand? Can you still fight?"

Ravendor raised his head, a small trail of dark blood trickling from a corner of his mouth. He smiled. "…She'll die if I don't…" He answered, removing his arm from Clive's shoulder and standing under his own power. Limping, he took a few steps away from the swordsman and spread his wings, turning them into tough metal once more. "Tell Catherine… to leave the area…" He added, looking sideways at Clive. Catherine heard him anyway. She had wanted to help Kaitlyn herself, her mother's instinct had ordered her to, but without the Gungnir, she could be absolutely no help. Feeling dismayed with a horrible pressure gripping her heart from the knowledge of Kaitlyn being in danger, she nevertheless obediently moved away.

Raising his sword, Clive could hear Ravendor's struggling breath from a few feet away. It had truly been a long time since they had been on the same side. The circumstances here were at the least uncanny, but he didn't have the time to think about such things. He had to save his daughter. Kaitlyn was dodging Diablo's attacks mostly due to her small size and the general inaccuracy of the golem's strikes, the cables slamming into the ground only a short way away from her body. She was running now and safe, but the time would come when she would tire out and then be vulnerable. "Ravendor… Do you remember the Eastern Highlands train hijacking and how we beat those bounty hunters?" Clive asked.

"Of course." Ravendor replied, crossing his taloned hands out in front of his body at the wrists, displaying the sharp claws. He was leaning over a little, trying to ignore the bullet wound. He suppressed a cough. "Could I ever forget? Very well, then… I shall take the left…"

"…And I shall take the right." Clive agreed, finishing off his sentence and nodding. "Also, I will launch an offensive assault while you take the defensive. I am sure that you can defend most attacks with those wings of yours, right Ravendor? Then, when Kaitlyn is secured, we will both attack at the same time, destroying the target. Do you understand?"

Ravendor snorted, amused. "You are still… the cunning strategist, I see. Diablo's armor is… weakest underneath the arms… and around the neck. The live cables will strike first… while the body remains weak and immobile. Avoid the cables and… attack the body. I will… protect Kaitlyn…" This was the same plan explained in a slightly different manner. It didn't matter, as long as it worked. Both demons took a second to prepare, letting their auras fall in sync with each other, and then they charged at exactly the same time, eyes narrowed in concentration.

The swordsman broke into a run which was cut short as a cable intercepted him, making the metal demon get down and roll to the side, swinging his sword as the roll ended and managing to slash the long insulated wiring in half. The cable fell to the ground and writhed like a dying worm, until the power failed and it became just an ordinary piece of machinery once more. Diablo was just sitting there as the cables did all the work, spilling from it's gut like evil animated lengths of intestine. Another cable clipped Clive in the back of the head and it stung badly, knocking the demon's glasses off his nose. Clive reached for them and didn't notice the rubber casing peel off the wiring, the thick cable separating it's wires like a cobra bearing it's fangs. Lunging for him, it could easily tear a hole in his chest.

Clive felt a quick rush of air and the intruding cable dropped with an anticlimactic thump, also slashed cleanly and with precision. Ravendor retracted his wing and glared at the other demon, holding one hand, palm out over the cable and then used a concentrated amount of dark thunder to turn the hindrance into dust. "You idiot!" He exclaimed. "I said attack the body, not the cables! Dammit!" He grabbed onto another cable that had tried to strike him in the side and pulled fiercely on it, ripping it from it's base. Tossing it to the side, he didn't give Clive a second glance and ran to find Kaitlyn.

Jumping to his feet, Clive put his glasses back on and sprinted towards the body of the golem, bringing his arms back in order to execute an advanced sword technique. This was going to make Diablo wish that it had never even been created. Power began to collect in Kuronegaiken's blade, making it glow a pure white. Clive gritted his teeth, feeling his own aura supplement the energy and making it even more powerful. He hadn't performed this attack in eons, could he still do it? He had to find out. Clive could feel the clear heat waves emanating from the giant creation, and it was then that he chose to strike.

"Evil Sword Lucei-"

Kaitlyn screamed.

This made the metal demon cancel the attack immediately, whirling around towards the source of the cry. Kaitlyn was on the ground, lying on her front with her hands trying to grasp anything solid nearby, one small cable wrapped around her foot and trying to drag her in for the kill. Grabbing a rock that fit the shape of her hand, Kaitlyn picked it up and slammed it against the wiring around her foot, again and again, hoping that it would be enough to free her. Managing to scuff the rubber insulation off, the rock was not strong enough to do anything more. Ravendor appeared and picked up the child, cutting Kaitlyn loose with the flick of a wing. The little girl wrenched the rest of the wiring off and was thrown out of Ravendor's arms as a new cable whipped him in the back, knocking the dark-haired man down.

Becoming the cavalry, Clive ran to them and dispatched the offending intruders with a small amount of difficulty, having to almost jump into the air to reach them. Contact with the wiring caused some electricity to run through the blade and injure him slightly, though Clive was too busy to worry or care about it. Kneeling, he gathered his daughter into his arms, who was crying hysterically. "It is okay, Kaitlyn." He reassured her. "It is okay." Ravendor pushed himself up with his arms and groaned a little, his back aching from the previous strike. Rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand, he saw Clive with Kaitlyn, the swordsman's back towards the unruly golem.

Is he insane?! He is defenseless! Forcing himself to stand, Ravendor looked towards the crimson monster, the runes upon his body flaring as he became alarmed. At least ten cables were racing towards both Winslett's bodies, screeching with raw primal power. It was enough to kill them both. Ravendor saw this well. Even if Clive is hit, the wiring will pass through his body and strike Kaitlyn too, and they will both die!

I failed to save Kaitlyn once before, but now… not this time…

I am supposed to be the victim. Not her…

I will not let it happen all over again…

I would rather be victimized than to watch a child die. They say that I have no choice or free will in my sacrifice, but this is my choice, and this is my will.

I accept it.

The decision is mine.

Clive heard a horrible sound of meat being pierced by metal. Again he felt the rushing of wind, indicating motion, but when he stood and turned around, his view was blocked by Ravendor's protective metal wings. The bandit-leader was standing in front of Clive and Kaitlyn, both his arms and his wings spread out to impede any assaults against them. He was defending them. However, a black stain was spreading along the dark-haired man's white coat, spilt blood, because the metallic wires had struck his body and had pierced him right though. There, the wires remained, embedded into the holes they had made in his body. Ravendor's green eyes were neutral, like they weren't even registering the pain. Clive was shocked. Ravendor smiled and closed his eyes.

"…I have always said… that if I can save at least one life on… this miserable planet… Then my existence here might not be… so worthless after all…" Reaching his taloned hand up, he grasped the thickest cable he could find, buried in his stomach. It hurt so much, but it was not going to hurt for much longer. He took solace in this fact. "I have… chosen that life… and it is… my reason for existing… Watch me destroy Diablo… in only one blow…"

Pressing down on the thick cable as much as he could, Ravendor's claws dug into the live wiring and the demon screamed, releasing the last restraints of his mind. Dark electricity gathered in his hands at a phenomenal rate, an explosive rate, and through the connection, it was injected directly into Diablo's nervous system. A black aura encircled the dark-haired man, built with arcs and flashes of shadowy energy, and Clive had to sink to his feet, protecting Kaitlyn with his body. Diablo roared out in agony as all it's fuses blew inside it's metal hull, experiencing a power surge that took all of it's computers in it's lethal clutches and wiped them clean. This killed it's AI in an instant, which was exactly what Ravendor had planned. Finally, with his energy spent, Ravendor raised one wing and cut the wires connecting him to Diablo's body, severing the connection.

Without being held up by any kind of intelligence anymore, Diablo fell forward and slammed face-first into the floor, sending shock waves throughout the entire cavern.

A great chasm opened up from the ground underneath them with an ear splitting crack, solid earth splintering into small shards as great fragments of it fell into a newborn, yawning abyss. The entire cavern rattled under the pressure of the disruption and Clive held his daughter protectively, jumping aside as a large part of the roof came crashing down right next to them. Ravendor had taken flight and had moved backwards, away from the commotion, just touching down away from the affected area. Clive felt his body tense when the floor beneath his feet kind of shifted away from his boots, and then seemed to move underneath his feet. A terrifying thought hit his brain. The chasm was going to widen up right below him.

His heart going a mile a minute, Clive shot a glance towards the safest place nearby and made a break for it, sprinting as hard and as fast as his tired legs could possibly go. His breath caught in his throat as he nearly slipped on a stone and stumbled, but he recovered himself and kept running, the gigantic crack in the floor devouring all the earth behind him as he fled. Kaitlyn whimpered and hugged her father as tightly as possible while squeezing her eyes shut, trying to pretend that none of this was happening. Letting out a horrendous bellow, Diablo's body tipped over and sunk sideways, even further into the ravine, crimson red armor disappearing forever into the shadows, it's AI completely silenced. Only a few sparking cables remained, severed from the giant's metal body.

Clive experienced a beauteous ray of hope when solid land was only a few footsteps away, his heart lightening with every passing second, until his next step was an unfortunate one and he stepped onto nothing but air, the ground in front of him falling away before he had a chance to escape, only a foot or two away from freedom. Crying out in dismay, Clive threw his free arm out and grabbed frantically at anything that he could get a hold on, a ledge, or a jutting piece of rock, or anything…

Something snagged his wrist and Clive's downward trip was suddenly halted, the metal demon getting the wind knocked out of his lungs as gravity made him roughly swing into the substantial wall that composed one of the sides of the chasm. Thumping against it, Clive made sure to absorb the brunt of the hit with his shoulder, protecting Kaitlyn from any injury. When he finally stopped moving and became still, he let out a sigh of deep relief, looking up to see what had saved him from his fall. A small drop of blood hit him on the cheek and Clive tensed again, the liquid sliding down his face. Ravendor was leaning over the precipice as far as possible without his balance becoming unstable, grasping Clive's wrist with a grip like iron. He was bleeding massively from huge wounds in his body where Diablo's charged cables had torn through him like tissue paper. Some of them still sparked slightly in semi-activity, though severed from it's original host.

Ravendor fought to keep up his strength. "Kaitlyn!" He cried, worried. "Kaitlyn, are you alright?! Can you hear me?!" Straining, the dark-haired demon tried his best to haul both Winsletts out of the abyss, the muscles in his arms groaning from the exertion. In his weakened state, he just wasn't strong enough to pull them up by himself. Some pebbles rolled underneath the winged demon's body and forced him even closer to the edge, fighting to keep himself there, as well as the others. Clive tightened his own hold on the other demon's armor-plated hand and tried to ignore the sensation of his feet dangling probably hundreds of feet above any known floor, while he was unsure if he would drop to his doom or not.

Kaitlyn had the strength to look up, meeting Ravendor's panic-stricken eyes. They didn't look quite so evil anymore. Clinging to her father like a lifeline, or like an inner tube in the middle of a raging ocean, she answered. "I'm okay!" The little girl hollered in a louder voice than what she had originally thought she could muster. "It's scary in here, but I'm okay! Daddy's okay too, I think!" Clive secretly wondered if Ravendor even cared about that part, but just knowing that Kaitlyn was unharmed was good enough for him. He rose a few measly centimeters as Ravendor tried to pull them both up with only one hand, but the dark-haired man failed and lowered them again, too weak to be properly useful.

"You are too heavy!" Ravendor exclaimed. "I cannot… hold onto you… for much longer…" Even as he said this, his fingers began to slightly slip, both Clive's and his own. The metal demon and the little girl were just too heavy for him to manage alone. Ravendor thought for a moment, then had an idea. "Clive! Is there… is there any way for you to haul Kaitlyn up here that you can see? Any at all?" Clive looked around his immediate line of sight, seeing nothing but rocks and darkness. There was not even a ledge nearby that he could hoist her to. Defeatedly, he looked back up at the other demon and shook his head in negativity, just as he slipped away a little bit more.

Hearing the sound of rolling rocks a short distance away, Ravendor turned his head a little bit to see Catherine emerge over a large rock formation, seeing their predicament and rushing over to them at once, concern in her eyes. As she ran to them, she accidentally ensnared her foot underneath one of the long cables where the end was buried in Ravendor's body, but she pinwheeled her arms wildly for a few moments and managed to maintain her balance. The cables crackled with electricity at the disturbance. All at once, observing this event, through his haze of pain, Ravendor devised a plan. "Catherine, listen to me!" He was cut short for a second or two, coughing out a small spattering of blood. "You have to… pull the cable out of my body… Use it like a rope! I am not… strong enough… by myself…"

Catherine was shocked. Kneeling a little, she picked up the other end of the cable with a small amount of trouble, because the metal cord was incredibly heavy for what it was. She didn't touch the precise end, because that part was dangerous and conducted raw electricity, but somewhere along the insulated length. Looking down at it, it was still semi-live with dormant power. "I can't pull this out! Doing so might kill you! I cannot do that, Ravendor, I can't! And," She searched for more reasons, "And you might electrocute Clive and Kaitlyn at the same time!"

Clive's cold hands were a little sweaty from the previous few fights, which made it far more difficult for him and Ravendor to hold on. Kaitlyn noticed her father starting to slip and squealed in fright, beginning to cry audibly in fear. From the pocket of her blue dress, the trilobite fossil Ravendor had given her slid out and escaped, falling for an insanely long time, before the quiet sound of the relic smashing and shattering onto distant jagged ledges was heard, the sound hardly making her feel any calmer. She was terrified. Ravendor had had enough. "Catherine!" He roared, "If you do not do it now then your daughter is already dead! I will nullify the electricity for you, so pull it out!"

Ravendor closed his eyes in concentration. Beginning to tremble a little, the electricity in the cable seemed to fade away, though the dark-haired man winced under the pressure. Now the cable had gone dead, and obeying his command, Catherine bit her lip and pulled with all her might. Like an anchor on a tug-o-war team, she pressed her heels into the ground and used the weight of her body to pull, the cable coming free after a little bit of effort. Ravendor made a noise that sounded like he was suppressing an audible cry of pain, blood now pouring out of a gaping wound in his stomach. Miraculously, he was able to ignore the agony. Not needing anymore commands, the ex-drifter dragged the nearest end, noticing that it was splashed in blood, and threw it over the edge, beside where Clive and Kaitlyn were hanging.

Drops of Ravendor's blood rhythmically landed on Clive as the swordsman hung there between a rock and a hard place, having the fervent desire to wipe them away. The blood felt somewhat unclean. "Honey!" Catherine called from above him, "Let Kaitlyn hold onto the cable and I can pull her out of the chasm! I think I can save her!" Hearing her, Clive was conflicted in his decision. He only had one arm he could use right now, the other was bound by Ravendor, and if he let go of her, he could no longer protect her. He didn't want his daughter to fall to her untimely death, not after finally finding her again. But, Clive knew in his heart that he could trust Catherine, he could trust her with absolutely anything.

"Kaitlyn, listen to me." Clive said quietly, just loud enough for her daughter to hear. He had never spoken with her so solemnly before in his entire life. "I want you to let go of me and cling onto that cable as tightly as possible, okay? Do not let go of it until you see your mother. Be strong, Kaitlyn. Don't be scared." The little girl stopped shivering and suddenly glanced up at her father, her grey eyes somehow suddenly serious. They looked like they were hiding fright, but at the same time, bearing determination. Her little hands loosened themselves from Clive's shirt and coat, and she spoke.

"I'm not scared." She said, and leapt.

The little girl grabbed onto the metallic cable which swung a little on contact and hooked both her arms and legs around it, clinging like a fireman to a pole. Forcing her eyes shut, she awaited rescue and Catherine began to pull her daughter up, bringing in the lengths of cable inches at a time. It seemed that Catherine was still a strong woman, not only mentally, but physically as well. A huge weight fell off Clive's chest when Kaitlyn was at last pulled out of the chasm and sat down on solid ground once more, dazed. Catherine tossed the remainder of the cable into the hole and hugged her daughter, tears escaping her eyes. She was now safe.

His own grip slipped a little bit more and the swordsman immediately remembered his own predicament, that he was still in mortal danger. Actually, now, with the cable gone, there was no way left for him to escape. The only reason he was alive right now was because Ravendor had refused to let him go. What an ironic role-reversal… he thought. Looking back up at the other demon, still battling to keep Clive alive, he smiled weakly. "There, Kaitlyn and Catherine are safe." The metal demon stated tiredly. "I suppose that means that my part is complete. You can kill me now, Ravendor. I am finished. All you have to do…" He remembered the trilobite shattering far below him and imagined his bones doing the same. "All you have to do is let me go." Clive sighed. "I won't hold it against you if you decide to let me die. I deserve it in a way, anyway."

Lowering his eyebrows, Ravendor stared at Clive in a deeply appraising way, his jade-green eyes piercing Clive's conquered, though somehow docile mahogany ones. Almost unnoticeably and hardly even felt by the other, Ravendor loosened his hold on Clive just a tiny little bit. They stared at each other for an unknown amount of time. It could have been only a few seconds or a few minutes, but to the two demons, it felt like a few hours. Clive was waiting for his death, expecting it, until all of a sudden Ravendor clenched his hand more tightly around Clive's wrist again and tried to pull him upwards. "You are an enigma, Clive." He said as he pulled, a small smile on his face. "I just cannot understand the way you think."

Clive was thoroughly surprised. "But I," He began, "I mean… you…"

"Shut up and be still, you are making this more difficult than it already is." He warned, slightly annoyed. Without the pressure of having to haul up two people instead of one, Ravendor found it easier to lift Clive out of the chasm with only one hand, though it felt quite painful to do so. He wasn't bleeding as badly, though, but that was only because he was slowly running out of blood to spill. However, he was remarkably good at hiding it to others. Making progress, he managed to pull Clive up enough for the swordsman to make a grab for something outside of the chasm, taking Ravendor's other hand that the bandit leader held out to give Clive a little more stability. Then, with one last pull, Clive was safely out of harm's way.

Both demons carefully got to their feet and Clive ran to the rest of his family, sinking to his knees and grabbing Kaitlyn and Catherine into a greatly-deserved hug. The swordsman had been petrified, he honestly thought that he was going to die. "Thank the Guardians!" He cried out in a way that was far too emotional for the original Clive Winslett, and definitely out-of-character for the deceased Boomerang Flash. Clive was too happy to care. He squeezed both girls tighter, crying happily. "I thought it was all over! Thank the Guardians I was wrong! I have never been so glad to be wrong before!"

Catherine's eyes sparkled with tears. "We made it though this," She sniffed, "I knew we could, as long as we believed in each other. I can't believe… after everything that has happened…" She couldn't finish her sentence, descending into tears. She was also, like her husband, joyously happy, but could only express it with crying. Kaitlyn was crying no matter what, because despite convincing others that she was brave, and she was for her age, she was still only a little girl. Little girls can only take so much strain, and Kaitlyn had hit her limit. Yet, it was strange how she felt so happy and liberated at exactly the same time. It was the euphoria of completing her very first drifter's adventure.

For a few minutes they just enjoyed the renewed pleasure of being in each other's company, a family finally reunited. Kaitlyn was the first to realise something. "Daddy, Mama," She murmured, pulling on her parent's clothing in a childish way, "What about Uncle Ravendor?" She asked, blinking a bit. Clive and Catherine paused, they had forgotten that the dark-haired man was still there. Shooting a glance behind them, Clive and Catherine saw Ravendor watching them silently, his taloned arms loosely crossed over his chest with his wings half-folded, the end of his tail lightly tapping the ground like a cat. His hair was a little bit messed up and had been released from his ponytail a short while ago, but his deep green eyes were still visible from underneath his fringe of dark hair. He was smiling, not sinisterly, but genuinely smiling from a subdued satisfaction. He almost looked happy.

"I suppose this… means that my part… is now complete…" He said with a voice labored with hidden pain, the Winslett family having forgotten about his seemingly fatal wounds. "I am… finished…"

And he keeled over onto his side, immediately going limp like a marionette with all their strings suddenly cut. He was barely breathing, and in his severely weakened state, his healing factor had refused to function in the way it was supposed to. Instead of his regular black demon blood, the blood that was leaking from his body was now slightly bluish in appearance, his body secreting panakeia in a last ditch effort to keep him alive.

And the prophecy that Kaitlyn had whimpered to Dario was coming true.

Ravendor was going to die.