Author's Note: Hey everybody! Sorry for the spot of drama in the last entry…you know that family crisis I spoke of? Well, it's been averted so I guess that's a good thing…Once again, I'm here to give you another chapter of T5AAD (wasn't that cool? I got the idea from shadowsin…its soo much fun to abbreviate story titles!) Anyway, this is it folks! The final battle! Hope you enjoy it!

As Jamie passed through the blood portal he was amazed at how…thick (for lack of a better word) it felt. Normally, fresh blood such as this was rather thin, but to Jamie, and it felt like he was sinking in some kind of viscous tar. He felt like he had been floating for hours…yet, in reality, it had only been about three seconds.

He landed with a thud on a rather hard tile floor. He glanced up and around at the place where the portal had dropped him…he seemed to be in some kind of…cathedral or something. The whole area was covered with a strange, purplish fog. Jamie slowly stood up, and glanced around. The only illumination came from strategically placed candle sconces giving the cathedral a sort of "holy gloom" to it.

There wasn't time for sight seeing however…Jamie could sense the evil in this place…it was Devil's realm…the whole area reeked of evil…and the air was thick with it. The cathedral had a sort of dark beauty to it, even though the air was thick with malevolent vibes.

Devil was here…watching, and waiting for the Nephilim…all Jamie had to do was find him.

He walked through the endless corridor, heart pounding in his chest. It was so loud that Jamie could swear he could hear it echoing off the walls. It felt strange here…there must have been a magical damper on the place. Jamie felt as if he was walking in a dream. He seemed to be moving through molasses or sand.

Just when Jamie thought that he couldn't take the waiting anymore, he saw a shadow standing in the mist. It looked to be a man…he had his arms across his chest.

"You finally made it…I was wondering how long it would take you to show up." The gravely voice of Kazuya Mishima stated…his voice echoed throughout the barren halls.

"Well, I'm never late for an apocalypse." Jamie stated as he continued to walk cautiously towards Kazuya.

"I must admit however, that I am a little disappointed that you're here…I was so hoping that my son would be here in your stead."

"What can I say? I'm like herpes man; ya think you get rid of me…then WHAM! I'm back!"

"Hm…quite…it doesn't matter though…once I'm done with you I'll be seeing little Jin soon enough."

"You'd like to think that wouldn't you? Sorry, I'm the party crasher for this little monster mash.." Jamie replied.

"So, you've broken the codes to Lee's disk I imagine; judging by the ridiculous accessories that you're wearing you've figured out how to perform the Ascending Angel Ritual."

Jamie looked down discreetly at his wrist…which was adorned with a beaded bracelet that had been Patrick's. The beads were silver, and meant to radiate inner peace…they were quite popular when Patrick was alive…in fact, Jamie had a few of them. He also wore Baek's dog tags (and the Seal of Metatron) around his neck (however they were worn over the hooded jacket). The Sovereign's Dagger was around his hip, with the five rubies in it, and, strapped to his thigh, he had Mark's bowie knife.

Julia had managed to save Patrick's bracelet after he had saved her from Ogre…it had fallen on the floor when Patrick had died…and Jin had managed to save Mark's favorite weapon when he had to kill him. Jamie felt a rush of adrenaline course through his body…and for a second, he thought he heard unintelligible whispers around him…but they left quickly enough.

"That's right. I've figured out how to do the ritual, so basically, that translates too: I'm going to mop the fucking floor with you!" Jamie stated with his hands across his chest.

"Really? Well then, we shall see!" Kazuya shouted.

Suddenly, Kazuya's eyes began to glow with a crimson, bloody fire, and he immediately locked eyes with Jamie's cobalt blue ones. Unexpectedly, Jamie felt himself being rocketed forward at alarming speed! He landed with a thud against one of the stone archways.

"Hmph…is that all you got? I barely showed you my real power." Kazuya taunted.

That's when Jamie began to notice that Kazuya's voice was changing… it sounded low, and even more menacing then it normally was. It also echoed throughout the halls, and seemed to carry several pitches at once. Immediately, a purple light shot up from beneath him and in seconds, the demon possessing Kazuya transformed into its true appearance.

Jamie was scared…terrified even, but he refused to back down. Slowly, he got up, and dropped into his fighter's stance.

"Well…look at you…a big, purple, demon, aren't you a walking penis metaphor?" He smirked.

Devil spread his huge, bat like wings and charged at Jamie. The Nephilim dodged the first sweep.

"So, did I miss gay pride day in Hell or something?"

Devil roared in fury, and shot his purple laser beam out of his third eye. Jamie ran as fast as he could away from the encroaching beam. He leapt onto a pillar, turned, and while still in the air, lashed his foot out to kick the hellspawn.

The blow connected against the top of Devil's skull. Jamie hit him with enough force that Devil's face slammed against the tile floor. Stunned, Jamie leapt on Devil's back and began pounding his fists into the back of his skull. The attacks only worked for about twenty seconds, but Jamie would take anything he could against the evil incarnate.

Devil roared in a mixture of frustration and pain, and Jamie was flung through the air from some kind of painful, invisible, supernatural energy. While in the air, Devil leapt into the air, and grabbed the Nephilim. Devil's bat wings echoed throughout the cathedral, as were Jamie's groans.

Devil had grabbed Jamie by the waist, and the Nephilim struggled in the demon's grasp. He kicked and punched, and lashed out against Devil…but to no avail. Devil's grip was a strong one, and Jamie didn't think he could get out of it. The hellspawn grinned sadistically and tightened his grip on the Nephilim's hips.

Jamie groaned in agony, but continued to lash his feet out in kicks.

"So, where are you're little angel friends now?" Devil asked.

His forehead slit open, and Jamie's eyes widened in fear of the purple light starting to form.

NO! It can't end this way! It can't! Guys…Nephilim? This is the latest one calling! If you could come right about now that'd be awesome! No rush or anything!

Suddenly, Jamie felt a warm tingling start to take over his body…it came from the Seal of Metratron and worked its way throughout his body. His heart thudded noisily in his chest, and he felt adrenaline course through him.

I've got a feeling that-

Immediately, everything around Jamie froze…even Devil. Quickly, he glanced around, and saw…three…people floating next to him. The first was a tall, lanky, young man. He had pale white skin, and wore blue basketball shorts, and a tank top. He was handsome in a unique sort of way. He had bleach blonde hair, cropped short, and put into a punky sort of Mohawk.

He had a nose ring, eyebrow, and lip piercing…he had green, doe eyes…

The next, one was a youngish looking Italian teenager. He wore the Mishima Highschool gym uniform. A pair of black jogging pants with the logo on them, and a vertical, white stripe running up the legs. A powder blue t-shirt with the words: Mishima High School Physical Education was emblazoned on the chest.

In the space where he was to write his name, he had simply put: Jesus.

Had it been any other circumstance, then Jamie would have laughed…but right now he was too freaked out to do anything but stare.

The third and final person was a Korean looking man with brown hair tied in a low ponytail. He wore a pair of skin tight jeans, and a vest. He looked like he had a tough exterior, but once one scratched the surface; they would find that he was truly a caring individual.

"You called us here?" The Korean man asked.

And it was strange, Jamie could not hear their actual voices, but he could hear and feel them in the corners of his mind…and what startled him, was the fact that he answered them back.

"Yes. I am Jamie Parker. The latest in a proud, warrior line! I call upon you, Baek Doo San, one of the longest living Nephilim, whom Toshin had killed…I call upon Patrick Horton! The Nephilim who had stopped the millennium prophecies from happening…it is you, who was killed by Ogre…and I call upon Mark Baker…the Nephilim whose death by Heihachi Mishima's henchmen have spawned me…the latest…Jamie Parker!"

Jamie had no idea where the speech had come from…but…it felt right…it felt like the perfect thing to say to these great, fallen warriors.

"Please, I summoned those who have lost their lives in this tournament! It is time to put an end to the killing! Please, join with me! Merge with this living body, and together we will attain the perfect form needed to defeat this evil and save this man!"

Mark glanced up at the sky: "He has allowed for us to aid you…he has forseen this meeting…and yet the outcome is still clouded."

Suddenly, Jamie felt a strange…thickness about his body. One by one, the fallen Nephilim merged with him. And Jamie knew them…he was them…he retained their memories…and experienced their lives all in an instant. He shared their hopes, their dreams, their triumphs, and their fears. He loved their lovers, and hated their enemies.

He was with them when they picked up their swords, their crossbows, their cudgels…or sometimes, their bare fists…and Jamie felt pain…truly immense pain…he felt their deaths, as well as their awakening into the world of the Nephilim.

The sheer, awesome, power that he felt was immense…and Jamie fell into a state of euphoria…he felt connected…connected to each and every Nephilim who had ever walked the earth. The sun rose in the Roman Coliseum during one of the hideous Gladiator games, and it set on the French Revolution.

Jamie saw a lone young man protecting his village from a werewolf attack on the Russian Steppes, and in the next instant, saw another Nephilim in Victorian dress chopping the heads off of vampires…

An awesome, yellow light exuded from Jamie, and two tears fell down his face. Just by wishing to be free of Devil's grasp, he triggered an explosion of raw, yellow light that rocketed the two across the cathedral. Time was back to normal now, and Devil looked stunned…and afraid.

He should be.

Jamie's eyes had turned completely yellow…they were crackling with divine energy…his hair had grown an inch or two longer, and about two shades lighter. His cargo pants and jacket disappeared on threads of gold…replaced by a spotless, blindingly white, knee length kilt. His beat up sneakers were replaced with a pair of brown, leather, Ganymede sandals…the straps laced intricately up his calves…finally, a pair of snow white wings emerged from Jamie's back, and folded behind him.

Jamie smiled serenely at Devil, and raised his weapon…The Sovereign's Dagger, which had a pillar of white light shooting out of it…like a broad sword.

"This is it Hellspawn! You don't have a chance!" It was the combined voices of Patrick, Mark, Baek, and…Jamie.

"We shall see! I'll enjoy plucking the wings off of you like a fly's!" Devil screamed.

And the two lunched at eachother…literally, this was a battle of good and evil. The two slammed against eachother, and the opposing polarities of energies from the two shook the walls of the cathedral and crumbled the archways. They parried, dodged, kicked and punched. Jamie swung his sword, and the blows that were inflicted on Devil were critical.

Together, the four warriors battled with Devil, and while the demon launched attacks that would be devastating to any Nephilim, Jamie in his Angel form seemed to merely treat the attacks as a minor annoyance.

He was going to win this battle. He could feel it.

And yet…Jamie could also feel his energy waning…he could feel himself getting numb…and having his strength slowly, but surely drained from him. Devil took to the air, but Jamie was ready for it…or rather, it was Mark. He broke the sword off its chain, and chucked it at Devil like a spear. The sword plunged through Devil's back, and while he faltered, he didn't fall from the sky.

Baek decided to take matters into his own hands and chased the demon through the air. What went on next was a deadly game of mercy. Devil was weak, and he was losing…he knew it, as did Jamie and the others.

"Give it up Devil! I will not allow you to have this body any longer!" Jamie screamed through gritted teeth.

"NEVER!" Devil screamed.

Patrick took control of the body now, and wrenched the ethereal blade deeper into Devil…he screamed in pure agony, and his grip on the angelic form was faltering.

"AAARRRRRRGGGHHHH!" The four Nephilim screamed together.

With the last of their combined energy, Jamie, Baek, Mark, and Patrick enveloped themselves and Devil in pure, white, healing energy. The exorcismal energy had the power of a nuclear bomb…and Devil had nowhere to hide. The blast rattled the walls, and brought the ancient pillars and candelabras crashing to the ground.

The dimension that Devil had crafted was slowly unraveling itself now that its commander was losing its hold on its host body. Then, the blast was over…and all was quiet. In his fading vision, Jamie was aware that Devil was gone…and all that remained was Kazuya Mishima.

Jamie felt the spirits of the other Nephilim begin to leave him.

"The job is done…we must go…" Baek said.

"But wait! Don't go! I'm scared!" Jamie cried out telepathically.

"Don't worry Jamie, you'll be with us soon enough." Mark said with a comforting grin.

"Be brave Jamie." Patrick said warmly.

And now, Jamie was aware of falling…the heightened level of consciousness he had felt was gone now…as was the state of euphoria…he hit the tile floor softly…as if he was a dead leaf falling off a branch…as did Kazuya.

Jamie Parker felt exhausted as he lay on the ground. He felt all the wounds from the battle with Devil…and he wanted it to be over…

I'm so tired…I'm so very tired…

However, he refused to fall asleep yet…he glanced over at Kazuya Mishima's body…Jamie had to make sure…he had to make sure everything was alright…he had to know if he had saved the man…Through fading vision, Jamie struggled as he crawled the several feet towards Kazuya Mishima's body.

He was breathing.

He would live.

There was a new hope.

Jamie's eyes cried tears of joy, and he firmly grasped Kazuya's hand with his.

I did it…you get another chance at life Kazuya Mishima…it won't be easy…but know this…I forgive you for what happened…now, please, be a good father to your son Jin…he misses you so…

Jamie looked up at the sky…and he saw all the cosmos light up around him. He saw nebulas and star fields…planets and asteroid belts…nothing looked as beautiful as this…he smiled and uttered a small laugh…he had done it! He did it!

Justin…know this…I love you and I appreciate all you've done…I'll be watching you, and the others always…

Jamie gave one final look at the sky, and turned to Kazuya's sleeping form.

"Good luc-"

Then, all was dark and quiet…..

Author's Note: THIS IS NOT THE END! I HAVE A DELICIOUS EPILOGUE! Okay, just wanted to clarify that little part…anyways, hope you liked this chappie! Sorry it took so long to update, but I wanted to make it special and I've been working, and reworking it all week! Hope you like it, and please review!