A/N: Fellow Readers and Writers, if you have already read the newly up-dated summary for this story then I shall presume that you already understand what it means. If you haven't I shall proceed to explain with the least amount of spoilers. Each leader was killed due to the inconvenience of a third party, such as Micah and Danny/Garret. He Who Walks Behind the Rows, demands that they redeem their souls by killing the outlanders who sent them to their grave early. Okay, get it? Good.

To Lain Coddington (I hope I got that right) thank you for the review and for adding me to your Fav. Authors; I appreciate it. The review helped me out a lot for this chapter and the next. Enjoy!

And finally to my dear college, friend Amanaka, here is the chapter you've desperately wanted to read. Hope its long enough for you!

Idbash stood in their way, angering both leaders who were ready and poised to destroy. Micah narrowed his eyes at the interfering demon; Isaac simply scoffed and let the rage continue to build up inside his tormented body. Fire could be seen in both their eyes. Idbash smiled at them both and raised her hands to both of them, an offering of peace. "Admatha is awaiting your arrival, gentlemen. Please step lively and board with care." Her eyes sparkled underneath the darkness and Isaac was the first to speak; though his spirit had aged and his soul hardened due to his trials in hell, his unique voice still stayed the same.

"And just who are you?"

Idbash lowered her eyes and formed a sarcastic curtsey; he got the hint and growled lowly. Micah, on the other hand, stared at the brown-haired girl, his curiosity getting the better of him. She felt his eyes searching her, testing her. She quivered ever so slightly when his personal examination was over and his eyes finally peeled away from her body. "I'm Idbash, your personal guide," she answered when she felt permission had been granted. "I'm here to take you to Admatha."

Micah rebuked her answer; "We only follow the orders of He Who Walks Behind the Rows, not the orders of some girl." He simpered at himself, pleased with his snide retort.

Idbash straightened herself out, her eyes flashing dangerously. To hear him speak to her with a tone that reflected arrogance repelled her in every way. To her, it was a sign of weakness, a sign that made him even less worthy in her eyes. She turned to face him, her eyes becoming their pure yellow color. "Unworthy boy," she snarled, her canines becoming jagged.

Isaac stood away, watching the girl and Micah very carefully, wondering what power possessed the strange girl and why his predecessor was revived as well as he. He was stronger than him, for he was the first; it unnerved him that his master would allow Micah to return. Was it a test? A test to see if he was worthy of His Favor?

Micah dodged the first jab from Idbash and caught her wrist when she attempted the second counter-strike. "Weakling," he teased, "just another weakling." She suddenly ducked underneath his body, twisted herself around, and threw the unsuspecting Micah onto the hard, dirt ground. He landed with an "owff" and stared at her with large, surprised eyes. She grinned and rested her foot on his chest, pressing most of her weight on him. "Try that again and I'll kill you myself." He stared, unblinking, at her. His dark, ink-black eyes danced with curiosity. "You have your warning; learn it, live it and love it," she sneered, stepping off of him.

Tabitha Katherine Lynch grew impatient with waiting for a response by both Raven and Kyle; she decided it was time to take things into her own hands. The pain that had jabbed her stomach before came again and left quickly; she ran her hand through her blonde hair and sighed heavily. Raven was never this irresponsible before and instinctually felt that something was wrong. The eerie-ness crept up all over her; it gnawed at her heart and mind. And the phone stayed still, taunting her in the dark, mocking her need for it ring. It did.

Ariana immediately regretted calling the wild, child Tabitha, but she needed her input on the Cobalt case. Ariana felt the nagging, instinctive feeling loom over her and she needed a secure person to okay this suspicion she had. After three-to-four rings, she muttered a few incoherent swears and began to hang up, but the cold, calculating voice on the other end stopped her. "Raven?" asked the fiery, blonde. "Raven where the hell have you been? What the hell took you so long to answer?" Ariana coughed into the receiver and answered, "It's Detective Satine, Miss Lynch. I have to ask some questions about the late Ember Cobalt. If it's alright, I would like to speak to you…"

Tabitha cut off her, her voice holding a hint of sarcasm. "No, it isn't alright Detective. Speaking with you is a waste of my, precious time." Her voice could cut through ice. Ariana tried again, this time turning the tables on the stubborn, valuable girl. "Your help would be appreciated. If not your help, then perhaps you should call your attorney; in fact, I'd be more than willing to read you your Miranda Rights over the phone. Ready? You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…"

"You've got nothing on me."

"I bet your mother would not appreciate you attitude towards the police. Now where was I? Oh yes; you have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be presented to you in the court of law. Do you understand these rights, Miss Lynch?"

"Fuck you."

"Do I take that as a yes?"

She could hear a loud sigh of regret and remorse. "After the funeral, at the local park. Be there at four o' clock. My attorney will be present. Hope that's okay with you, Detective?"

"Fine with me. Hope he's real good."

"She, you mean."

This caused Ariana to widen her eyes in surprise. "She?" she asked that flitty teenager.

Tabitha knew she had her there. "She, detective. She as in Mrs. Behrman. Attorney at law."

Ariana smirked, but her partner could see the fear in her eyes. "What is it," he mouthed at her. She mouthed back "Mrs. Behrman. The attorney."

Tabitha waited for a response and to her own surprised her a muffled laugh. "So, you know a hot-shot. Big deal. I've dealt with them before. Tell her hello for me, will ya?" With that, the detective hung up.

"Temi sa'ent likola welia gry dalio," stated David, to no one in particular. The church was empty and he felt completely bored with the idea of moving back to Gatlin to finish what was started. "Come on out, old man. I can smell your fear!" he called. He slicked back his hair and continued to stare at the holy artifacts adorning the church and smiled to himself, wondering what the big deal was with all the useless stuff. "Don't they realize that this only bores Him?" he asked himself.

"But it provided them with comfort."

"Old Fool!" greeted David, his eyes blazing with happiness. "Well, now my boredom has ceased! You shall be my entertainment. What game can we play now?"

The priest raised his hand up to the excited demon. "I'm too old for games, David. I'm too old to lead the sheep." He gave the demon a weak smile and continued to walk down the isle. The stained glass brightened when he walked by and the pews breathed a sigh of relief when his aged hands touched them. He heard the silent demon move from behind, stalking him, playing his game anyway. The priest rested for a bit, knowing full well that this annoyed his demon friend greatly; not playing David's minds games was his only advantage in this lifetime. "What have you come here for David…surely, it isn't because Admatha, the Great One? Did she call you back into her services?" He waited for an answer and when he received none, he knew his words to ring true. "So…I read the signs correctly, did I? And you decided---" He paused for a moment letting his words sink in, "---against the idea of bringing the end of the world. How strange David! All these years that I have known you; I honestly never would have expected this from a demon whose sole goal was to own a nice piece of real estate…I'm impressed. Or is this a trap, David…lure the old man in and rip out his spleen when he isn't looking?" The priest placed his index finger towards his head, smirked and responded to his own question when David averted his eyes. "I know you too well David. Maybe that is what causes the both of us to be weak."

David snarled. "I have no weaknesses Father. I live forever."

The priest shrugged his shoulders and made his way towards the altar. "Yes…as do I. We will re-play this scenario until He gets bored, David. It'll be scary for you once He finds that He no longer needs us…I know my place, but yours will be a real cooker."

The demon shook his head and answered his fears. "I live forever. I live and you die. Then I have to wait 16 years for you to grow up. By then I'm dying for a real conversation. But those long, arduous years of waiting, it takes its toll on me…but then, you save me Father. Isn't that what you're good at?" He sneered out his last implication, knowing that it pained the priest to hear those words come out of his mouth.

Ezekiel wandered around unaware of his surroundings. Being dead did have its perks. No longer did he have to lead, he could rest and watch other foolishly fail and beg for mercy when they deserved nothing. But he was resurrected before he could enjoy his vacation. That slightly ticked him off, but it was something that he could get over extremely quickly; as soon as more blood flowed through his fingers. Yes, then he would be extremely pleased. The corn swayed back and forth, joyous to see their previous master well. They beckoned for him to come closer and within the darkness, within the stalks he saw two pairs of orange eyes. And then he heard their sinister voices. "Welcome," they said, "welcome back to your reign." One was a distinct female voice that purred with intent; the other was harsher, a definite male. He peered and saw their distinct personalities; the female was obvious more wary then her companion, the male was the opposite and more daring. He questioned it as he felt he should.

"Lord, is this a test?"

The owners of the eyes stepped out into the light, saw their master's horrified expression, then stole themselves away, back into the safety of the fields. "We are nothing more than servants to help you gain back your control. Nothing more and nothing less. We do as you ask. We always do what you ask. All except for one thing."

Ezekiel cocked his head in confusion. "What may I ask, would that request be?"

The female answered him, for her voice was beautiful than her face. "That we cannot say."

Ezekiel left it at that.

Eli stepped out of the shower and toweled off, unaware that his guide was there in the same room, staring at the ceiling. "You know," she began, stopping as he let out a surprised gasp. "You really should have used a better interior designer. This paint color actually makes the bathroom look smaller…I mean come on, I would have seen this disaster coming from a mile away." Her eyes continued to stare at the ceiling; she was perfectly aware of what she was doing. "I'm not l-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-ing," she said in a singsong voice. "Not that I would really want to…probably nothing that impressive down there anyway." She did not need to see him to know that he was furious with her intrusion and her wayward comments. "I told you to hurry up…should have listened. Maybe that towel would have been wrapped around you at a faster rate." She smiled widely, soaking in her moment of glory as the baffled former leader stared at her wide-eyed, seething with the utmost hatred he could muster. Finally, she opened her mouth and said something that should have remained sealed off. "If you were the true leader, you would have seen this coming."

Isaac stepped up to Idbash as carefully as he could, not wanting to provoke more hostilities. "Why are you here?" he asked, raising his hands above his head to show that no attacks upon him were necessary. Idbash smiled gratefully, stepping away from Micah who was already judging the demon, as a foe. She answered rather sweetly, her eyes staring deeply into his own.

"I have come to take you to her…all five of you shall be presented to her in array of glory. Then she shall present to you, three single tasks. The first shall be to show her honor, the second to show yourselves honor, and finally to show the world honor. Strict, unwavering honor, mind you." She pushed her hair back, setting each strain into a specific place. "Admatha and He Who Walks Behind the Rows have been waiting for this moment, when his five failures come forth to accept His merciful Favor. Then kill each other in the battle of the century." Her eyes flashed when she said this. "Already, Ezekiel has met his half-demon helpers, Rayn and Cadawg, the mutilated demons of Earth. Eli is approaching his own, the fierce Leah and the mighty Davine. Isaac, you shall be presented with Murderous David and Bitter Amanaka, while Micah shall have the privilege of the Shifter Tabitha and Thunderous Cole, and Josiah will have the stealthy Shade and clever Ethan. The Silksters will clean up your bloodied messes along the way." She turned to Micah who had begun to understand what it was that she was telling him. She was offering them both and the others a chance to reign once again; she was telling them that they had a chance to show their Lord and Master what they could do. He had a chance to take back what was rightfully his. He had a chance to kill that bastard Danny. And his bitch, Lacey.