Qautre had been sitting on the shaggy couch blaring Lacuna Coil as loud as he could. He discovered the band's wonderful and dark music through conversations he had had with various vampires. He was confused and unsure of what to do next. The vampires he had met seemed so human, so kind, and gentle. They really held no intentions of evil and were filled with guilt for any act of evil they had committed, for existing has they were. The club in which he had been told was filled with overwhelming evil turned out to be a gathering place for vampires who didn't follow the traditional vampire views. In his time at the club Quatre had come to learn that the only issue the vampires had with angels was that angels grouped them all together in a monstrous and demonic faction. This angered them greatly and caused them to outcaste God and religion in their small gathering place, except for a select few who held dearly to their religions in hopes of freedom from their blood curse.

Tonight Quatre sat waiting for Millardo's arrival, and to tell him he simply would not allow for the destruction and damnation of those souls. They had kept their humanity and clung to it. It was far from fair for the angels to swoop in and destroy them for things that they had no control over, or didn't understand. Which was the case for most inside the club; stories of torture, kidnapping, and seduction were more then common amongst this group of which Quatre had become so fond of. He would tell Millardo of what he had discovered and demand the case be dropped, and if Millardo would not do he would return to heaven and find someone who would force him too. Maybe even go to Heero for help, which is something he could only do in the most extreme cases for Heero's and his sakes.

There was a knock at the door, and Quatre rose in time for it too slam open.

"JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" A very enraged Millardo stood in the door frame.

"Millardo what-?" Quatre was a little baffled by this mood.

"I'm hearing rumors that you are supporting the vampires, helping them instead of DOING YOUR JOB!" He step forward trying to keep his voice level and failing terribly.

"I need to talk to you about this. This is why I called you early."

"TALK, TALK ABOUT WHAT?" Millardo yelled.

"About the night club, and about the vampires," Quatre looked away from his boss, "I can't to this. I truly believe, no I know we can not destroy them. They aren't evil."

"AREN'T EVIL? AREN'T EVIL? Have you lost your mind? These monsters live off of death and destruction."

"NO, not these vampire, they don't kill unless they have to they aren't monsters, or demons, some even truly hate what they have become, you can not destroy them for that."

"Quatre, you don't understand what you are doing. You are disrupting everything that I- that heaven has worked so hard to achieve."

"Millardo if you won't listen then I'll go to the uppers. They are good people." Quatre tried to walk by him, but Millardo grabbed his arm and held tight.

"Listen I'll let you in on a little secret Quatre." Millardo hissed into his ear.

"What?" Quatre narrowed his eyes at his boss.

"You can be on top, you can be more then an upper ever will be. But only if you help me now."

"What are you talking about?"

"I will start on earth, first rid earth of all who can rise against me, then I'll move on to heaven slowly working my way up all the way up, and I will take you with me, but only if you help me now."

Quatre ripped his arm free of Millardo's clasp. "You're insane, never. NEVER would I help you do that."

Quatre's wings burst from his back. Enraged he took flight towards the open window. He made it about half way before feeling a terrible ripping pain from his back. The next thing he knew he was crashing into the floor. His hand went as far back as it could blood was pouring over the side of his shoulder. Pain was tearing up and down his back. Feathers burst everywhere stained red. Quatre's vision blurred, he didn't know what had just happened, but it hurt like hell.

"I can not, and will not allow you to leave this place alive unless you swear your allegiance to me." Millardo reached down and grabbed him by hair and pulled him back. "Do you know that feeling little angel, do you?"

Quatre could see him a golden sword in his hand, the sword of a warrior angel, a sword dripping in blood.

"That would be what an angel feels has it falls from heaven. That is was Lucifer felt when God stripped him of his angelic life and cast him into hell. That is what you are feeling at this moment. You are feeling damnation gripping you and pulling you into it. Are you really willing to go all the way, willing to follow Lucifer?"

"Following you would be following Lucifer." Quatre spat through the pain.

"Really is that what you truly think Quatre? I can give you what no else can, a place at the top, wouldn't you want that?"

"Never, never at your side. God is the rightful ruler, not you; you will suffer just like Lucifer did. Or have you forgotten just why Lucifer was caste out?"

"If that is the way you want it. You will never return to heaven. You will never know true peace." Millardo glared at the withering blonde, who could no longer even hold himself up.

Quatre saw the sword rise up and screamed painfully. He heard a crashing sound from the front of the room and then felt the terrible pain has he realized what Millardo had done.

The air around him filled for a second time with blood stained feathers. Quatre collapsed into strong arms and was engulfed into darkness.

Quatre spoke softly as he finished his tale. He couldn't bear to face Heero; he had been such a fool with Millardo. He let his emotions get in the way of everything. Now he was stuck on earth unable to do anything to stop Millardo's plans in heaven. All he could hope to do was fight him here on earth.

I've been really worried writing this. I can't tell if it's too much, or not enough. So let me know what you all think. I truly enjoy writing this, but only as long as the people who read it enjoy it. Thanks to everyone whose reviewed it so far.

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