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Author's note: Yay! Another chapter! And NO, this is not Frankenstein!

Chapter 9, And so the rain falls

TOVI'S POV:

He sat up and looked around. Tovi watched him carefully, looking for a sign of defiance. There was none.

"Whose command do you follow?" He said stiffly, hands behind his back and standing tall, looking ominous to the figure staring up at him with soulless eyes.

"Yours, Master." He said, his voice monotone and obedient.

"And what were you brought back to do?"

"Your bidding, Master." He answered again, eyes now looking straight ahead of him.

"Yes…yes…very good." He chuckled lowly in his throat, tapping his fingers together in anticipation of all the havoc and destruction that was now a mere vocal command away. "Rise my pet, and go forth to destroy my enemies…go…to the city! Wreak havoc and terror, and drink the blood of your victims as if it were the wine upon your lover's lips!" Tovi commanded, getting a bit carried away in the poetry bit.

Nonetheless, Chrono's body ascended from the table, and lighted softly upon the stone. In a heartbeat he was gone, never hesitating to see out his Master's wishes.

CHRONO'S POV:

His eyes opened to see the inky darkness around him. He was sitting in darkness, cool and soft darkness. It's writhing black clouds snaked out to touch him, to stroke his cheeks and to stroke his arms and to pet his head. They did not burn. They felt almost like a mother's touch, stroking her child's hair in love. The darkness would not harm what was now and always was part of it. This he knew.

He sat up, his arms supporting him as he stretched tiredly. His chest hurt badly, and his left arm yelled it's aching pain to him quietly. His body was sore, though he didn't know why. His head hurt and pounded, like being woken long before you had caught your fill of sleep to stop the tiredness. The darkness below him felt solid and like a liquid at the same time, and made him feel uneasy about moving.

Yet he did. He got to his feet slowly, looking around and wondering where he was.

"You are dead…" A voice said, seeming to come from all around him and then echoing away, as if retreating from its source. It sounded familiar to him.

"I'm dead?" He asked quietly.

"Yes…Chrono the Immortal Sin has finally been killed. Albeit, the motives and fair-play were disregarded…neigh…altered."

"But how did I die then? I was not that bad sick as of then, and I should not have perished for a good month or two!"

"Do not fear, young one…Your death was not in vain…and look…your body is up and moving once again. Though…I fear for the reasons of such."

"What do you mean?" There was no answer. He thought for a bit, and then asked another question. "How do I get out of here?"

"Fear not, youngling. You will be out of here soon enough…once your hands are stained with the innocents blood, you will be freed from here, to do another's will. I fear for you, my child…that I do indeed."

"Who are you?"

"I am slightly hurt that you do not remember me, Chrono…though I would soon expect it rather your memory to gift you with the knowledge of my name. I am the Darkness. We met once before, when you fell from Heaven, if you do not remember."

It clicked, then. Yes, he did remember the familiar voice, the soft and loving darkness that surrounded him. It was the actual Night, the actual Darkness of the world…his 'mother', if you would.

"Yes I remember," he said, thinking back to the day when he committed the ultimate sin, and was banished from heaven, his wings ripped from his back and he was thrown from the skies. He had nearly died from it, and was thenceforth considered a demon. A fallen angel from the Heavens cannot return.

He sensed the darkness nodding to itself, agreeing with the information his mind had just provided him.

"Yes. I remember that day as well. It was the day the skies cried and the hells rejoiced. But enough of that. You are being called back into the world now, Chrono, my son." He nodded, figuring it was no use fighting it. He had no control of what happened to him now, anyway. But who had resurrected him?

He felt his soul evaporating from the place, slowly flickering borderline between the two dimensions.

"Wait! Chrono! Before you go, I want to tell you. Even though it seems hopeless, unbearably so, and that you are powerless to stop the events happening…you are still an angel. Albeit fallen one, but God will forgive the Sinner of his Sins if they prove themselves truly sorrowful and once again humble…now go. Go, and do not forget the words of which I have spoken."

And with that, he found himself standing in the middle of a road that now resembled nothing more than bricks and pipes jumbled together. He could smell an overpowering stench of blood, and looked around for its source. There were dead bodies all around him, some still alive and screaming or moaning in pain as their life slipped away, the blood congregating and slowly dripping down the gutters and running down the roads. The buildings were hardly more than rubble and ruins. With a sickening shock, he realized that he could taste an extensive amount of human blood in his mouth.

He wiped his lips hurriedly, disgusted to find blood trailing down his chin and onto his neck. He was more revolted to find his claws, stained the deep, horrifying red of blood. With a cry of shock, his wings flared out and he leaped from the ground, his wings splashing blood off of them to join the puddles below. And despite his shock, his wings alighted him back to his Master as his free will once more gave in to his Master's calling.

ROSETTE'S POV:

Rosette screamed in fury as they landed in front of the order. She beat Aion's back, pounding with all her might as the tears trickled down her face.

"Why did we leave! He needed our help, not abandon him! Why did you stay and fight, you could have taken him!" She screamed, pounding her fists again into his back. He set her down and caught her hands, holding them tight.

"Rosette, listen to me. Chrono asked us to take you away for a good reason, remember that. If Tovi got ahold of Chrono that easily, then, my dear sister, we are hopelessly outmatched. Only with Chrono's strength were we even close to conquering, neigh, matching his strength. And now he is gone. We couldn't stay and fight, for we would have ended up the same." He said, his voice stern and filled with pain, though he tried to hide it.

Rosette sat there for a few minutes, registering what he had said. Then she threw her head back and screamed at the sky, a loud and pain filled cry of agony and loss, of love that was nearing full bloom, and of the things that she knew were now never possible.

Her agonizing cry had alerted others of their presence, however, and soon Remington came running towards them.

"Rosette, what on earth is the matter?" His voice was warm and concerned, his hair waving in the wind as it swished past, his eyes looking at her with concern and worry. And before she knew it, she was embracing him and sobbing loudly into his shoulder, weeping with tears of grief for her dead partner. And slowly, she choked out the words to him as he patted her hair and whispered comforts to her.

"Chrono's…(hic)…(sob)…he's…(gasp)…(sob)…dead…" She said, unable to stem the tears that now fled her eyes like the crystal rain that fled the azure skies.

REMINGTON'S POV:

He felt his throat tighten and constrict as his voice caught in this chest, stopping him dead. Chrono? THE Chrono…the one that would never die…dead? That's not possible, is it? But of course it was…Rosette would never cry unless something happened to him…and it appeared something had. And before he could help it, he too had tears leaking from his eyes onto her shoulder as well. He was shocked to hear even the demons in front of them sobbing too, trying gently to comfort each other as they mourned their lost comrade.

3RD PERSON POV:

After quite some time, the tears finally stopped and they resigned to quiet mourning and silent wailings of pain. They all sat on the grass, under the old green tree on the edge of the woods, at the corner of the Order. It was dark, quiet, and cool. The underbrush provided the sad atmosphere needed for mourning properly, and properly mourning they were. They had found the puppy somewhere in a bush, or rather a medium sized dog that they knew to be Chrono's soul bound energy symbol. It made no move towards them, and skin was as icy to the touch as ice. If it had a heart beat before, it did not beat now. Rosette held it in her lap, stroking it's soft white head, and smoothing back the unruly parts until they were nice and neat.

They sat there for a few more minutes, though it seemed like hours to them. They avoided each other's gaze, and said hardly a word. They were in silent regret for the events that had taken place recently.

Then the order came.

"Mr. Remington! Mr. Remington!" Claire yelled, running towards them. "We have an urgent order to move out, effective at once! A demon is attacking Minakai City!"

End Chapter 9, And so the rain falls

So what did you think? I liked it. Sorry, I don't know any cities near New York so I just made up my own. Well do you like it? I didn't get very many reviews for my last chapter, but oh well. I hoped you liked that I updated a tad faster!

A BRIEF EXPLANATION: Yeah, Chrono is half angel and half demon, though I need to explain this. Chrono was born with his Angel side being dominant, so he was sent to Heaven to live. But there, he committed a legendary sin, and was banished from Heaven, thusly his demon side became the dominant. He can still go back to Heaven if he can show God that he regrets it sincerely, but he cannot use his angel powers without a heavy cost to his body.

What do you think? Like the plot? Next chapter is a double digit chapter! Woohoo!