Disclaimer: I do not own YYH or it's characters. I do own Angela, Star, and the twins. I own the Darkness, the shadow creatures, the zombie queen, and the Crimson Force. I also own Kaen. Though I'm not going to go into details about her.

WARNING: It gets bloody.

Legend:

-Thought-

-Telepathy-

/Flashbacks/

/Dream/Visions/

Noise

Empathy/feelings

Chapter Sixteen

As the army of the living formed into a line facing the Crimson Force, Seir laughed, clear and crisp. "Do you mortals really think you can take us. You might out number us, but as demonstrated, we can kill a number of you with one small spell." He laughed again. "Why don't you give up now, bow before us and we just might spare you and give you a quick death." No one moved.

Angela made her way to the front. "Seir, why don't you shut up," she said, finally showing emotion.

Seir looked slightly taken aback. "My queen," he protested, feigning hurt with his hand over his heart. "You wound me again. For an Angel, particularly for the queen, you have a forte in wounding others."

Angela threw her head back and straightened her shoulders. "Wounding you with my words am I? I have yet gotten started on wounding you with words, you misbegotten worthless fucker."

Seir mocked gasped. "My, such foul language coming from such a small lady." He looked at her swelling stomach and grinned maliciously. "What type of example will you make for your child with language such as that? The poor thing."

Angela backed up swiftly, both hands covering her stomach protectively, as she saw his eyes glow brightly. Mukuro and the spirit detectives stepped in front of her, eyes glaring. "Men, I think it's time we get started," Mukuro said calmly, voice heard clearly in the dead silence.

Seir looked around and found that while he was exchanging words with Angela her army had surrounded him and the rest of the Fallen Twelve. He sneered. "Well, I guess we have no choice, you have sealed your fates," he said, throwing Angela's earlier words back at her. "I hope you have better tricks than what you have shown my love," he said, lifting into the air.

Angela smirked. "Don't call me that, you disgusting filth, and yes, I have more tricks." She reached down and pulled out the knife from the sheath tied to her calf. She quickly sliced both hands and clapped them together above her head, saying in a clear and booming voice, "By the power of the Stars within me and the power of the lost Star Key line I call upon the Star Sanctuary! With my offering of blood grant me your power to fight off the evil that threatens the three worlds under the protection of the Angels and the Stars!" Seir and the rest of the Fallen Twelve hissed and growled as they felt the ancient power rise within the ex-queen, power that had been ancient even when they were children. The lost power of the Star Sanctuary, granted only to those of the Star Key line. Above them the clouds cleared to show the night sky, the stars shining brightly and pulsating. A deafening silence enveloped all. A silence filled with power. As the stars became brighter a shining silver light burst down from the heavens to engulf Angela as she rose into the air, reminiscent of the time that Angela had summoned power from the stars, then unaware of the fact that she had the power of Stars within her, to fight against the Darkness.

When the light faded, Angela was floating in the air, large silver wings spreading from her shoulder blades, long hair bright silver and glowing silver eyes. Seir hissed louder, throwing his hand towards her, shouting in the ancient language of the enchanters. A dark energy exploded from his palm towards the fully resurrected queen. The energy ball disipated against a silver light shield surrounding her as she brought her still bleeding hands together above her, chanting. "I summon the power of the Stars within me and the power of the gods to obey my command! Be released from my body with this, my offering of blood!" As she spread her hands apart, the blood forming a thick rope between her hands, she commanded the power, "I command you to grant my power to my kith, kin and comrades below me to combat the evil that threatens our worlds!" The bloody rope and the emerald necklace that Koenma had given to her, which had been hidding in her shirt until now, were enveloped by silver light. The light then spread over the fighters, leaving a hole above the Fallen Twelve. Silver snow drifted down to cover the fighters of good, each feeling a power surge through them, replenishing their energy and healing their wounds.

Angela hovered in the air for a few seconds as the light faded. Seir sneered, "So, my queen, you seem to have found the power of the lost bloodline. But why grant that ancient power to these worthless beings? With that power you could rule worlds with me. We have already dominated several worlds through out the universe, thanks to our trip that you sent us on." He smirked, thinking. "My, I just realized, you seem to have a knack for dooming worlds by your actions. Such carelessness is not befitting in a ruler." Angela didn't respond. She merely drifted to the ground. Seir snarled and turned to his brethren. "Attack!"

The bloody winged beings burst into the air so fast that the fighters couldn't follow. Angela cried as she saw the bloody figures dive into the army, scythes materializing in their hands. Tirra, Angela didn't know how she knew which bloody figure was of the Fallen Twelve, ripped through a group of SDF soldiers caught unawares. Body peices went flying as blood spurted forth from severed arteries in the gaping wounds. Tirra leered at the surrounding soldiers. "Come here little petsss. I just want to sssqueezze the life out of you," she hissed.

"Funny. I want to do the same thing to you," a baritone said just behind her. She didn't have time to whirl around as Hokushin's stretched arms and neck wrapped around her, squeezing tight.

Another, Guar, zipped through the crowds, slashing and dicing, leaving a trail of bloody bodies behind him. He never once stopped, this way he could avoid being trapped like Tirra. He flew high again to come face to face with Jin and Soketsu.

"Hiya," Jin said mock happily. "Wanna be playmates for a bit? Until we get bored, that is."

Soketsu nodded. "That's right," he said, disappearing and reappearing behind Guar, punching him rapidly between the shoulder blades, effectively breaking the joints of his wings.

Jin caught the bloody Angel. "Why don't we play pass the potato with this bloke as the potato?" he offered.

Soketsu nodded. "Why not, but why don't we adjust the rules. Before we can pass him we have to hurt him. How's that?"

Jin nodded then gave the bleeding figure a swift and brutal uppercut that sent him flying, right into the arms of the blue skinned demon, who kneed him viciously with his spiked knee. He then was thrown around a group of fighters, each letting out their anger on the bloody being.

Yira and Mor flew into a group, immediately casting Blood Haze and Red Death, effectivly killing off several handfuls of fighters. Yusuke saw them and pointed his right hand like a gun at their backs. "SPIRIT GUN!" He yelled as a big blast of energy shot forth from his index finger. Mor was instantly incinerated while Yira was gravely injured, falling prey to the mob of fighters that surrounded her when she fell to the ground.

Jrina stood in the middle of a crowd of writhing fighters wrapped in a red glow, relishing the sounds of their agonized screams. "Hey you! Ugly! Why don't you fight hand to hand like a man!" Kuwabara yelled.

Jrina turned around. "But I'm not a man," she said sweetly. Kuwabara froze, his code of never fighting a woman ruling his mind.

Angela saw and screamed at him. "Kuwabara! She was once female but now she is merely a bloody sexless being! Fight!"

Jrina smirked and flew towards him, scythe raised. Kuwabara reacted instantly and parried her blow. "But I thought you couldn't fight a woman?" she asked innocently.

Kuwabara stared at her coldly as they exchanged blows. "Angela is right. You are no woman. You're just pure evil," he smiled grimly as Touya appeared behind the once-woman being. Touya returned the grim smile, running towards the Crimson Force officer and impaling her with his twin blades of ice.

"Rose Whip!" Kurama yelled turning his trade mark rose into a thorny whip that he wasted no time in lashing it at Asila.

She laughed as she dodged the whip. "Too slow mortal. I am one of the fastest out of the Crimson Force, topped only by Seir!" she shouted as she zipped around, dodging the whip.

Kurama looked at her coldly. "I may be too slow in this form, but not as Yoko," he said an instant before he disappeared in a puff of smoke. Asila looked around her, only to see the bodies that she had piled around her before the red head had interfered. "Behind you," a husky voice said. She turned around to find only thin air. "Too slow," the husky voice mocked. She whirled around to find an extremely tall pale silver haired, golden eyed man dressed in white loose pants and shirt with a tail and fox ears. "And too dumb," he whispered as he used his plant manipulation to grow the seeds he had planted on her while he had distracted her with his whip.

Asila screamed as vines burst from her bloody body to wrap around and through her. It was her turn to experience some of the excrutiating pain she had inflicted on others before she died.

Angela cried, not just for the mass of death to those around her, but also for the deaths of beings that had been her people at one time. -Only three remain,- she thought as she floated in the air, the position she had taken when the fighting had started to see where the Fallen Twelve were and what was going on. She looked around but she couldn't see the other three. Suddenly there was a red explosion on the far side of the battle field. Several more explosions happened in various areas of the battle field, killing over fify fighters. They were now down to around one hundred fighters.

Cler looked around him, smiling, enjoying the blood on him, blood not his own.

"I wouldn't be smiling if I were you," a voice said behind him. He turned to find a firey haired woman with a tall man with a mohawk and a tall blonde man.

"Do you really think that the three of you can take me?" he asked simply.

The woman's brown eyes sparked. "Look around, I would say that there are more than three."

Cler whirled around. He was surrounded by demons that had energy balls aimed ot him. He screeched as he tried to fly away, only to find that he was stuck in the ground. He looked up to find Angela glaring at him from where she floated far away. "BITCH!" he shrieked as he was hit by all of the energy balls. When the smoke cleared, the only thing left of him were his feet still stuck in the ground.

Inar turned to Seir. "We have to flee! Create a new army to battle another day!" he urged.

Seir looked at him coldly. "No, I have a better idea."

Inar looked at him questioningly. "What?"

"Simple, I can cast a spell. But first, I need a sacrifice," Seir said, smiling sickly. Inar didn't have time to run or even back away before Seir shoved his hand into Inar's bleeding chest of exposed muscles and ripped out his still beating heart. Seir held the heart high as Inar crumpled, shouting. "With this sacrifice I summon the power of the Dark Stars! Give me your dark power to obliterate my enemies!" A similar silence fell just like the one that preceded the silver light that engulfed Angela. A black light burst from the heavens to engulf the Fallen Angel, a total inverse to Angela's silver light from the Star Sanctuary. Angela shuddered as the wave of nauseating evil power wafted over them.

Angela, now on the ground, started to lift off, but a restraing hand grabbed her wrists. She looked to the owner of the hand to find Kurama. She looked him in the eyes, his pleading, her's determined. "This is my battle, this is why I have been conserving my nergy. Let me fight," she said calmly. Kurama paused, but then nodded, knowing he wouldn't be able to stop her. With a slight twitch of her wings, Angela was high in the air, looking down at Seir through resolute silver eyes.

Seir saw her, his eyes the color of coagulated blood. He smirked as he took off into the air to be level with her. He bowed in the air mockingly. "My lady, do you wish to dance with me? I say, twill be exciting." He laughed. "I never thought I would see the day that the fair queen would think herself ready for a battle to the death."

Angela said coldly, "I have been ready to battle to the death since I heard the prophecy. I knew I would have to battle evil. I knew it would cost me greatly, but I was and still am willing to fight for the worlds I protect. If it means dying, then so be it."

Seir smirked. "Such strong and violent words for an Angel. What happened to our morals and principles of non-violence?"

Angela continued to stare coldly at him. "We had to fight for the worlds, that is what happened. And what do you care? Weren't you the one that wanted to be rid of the morals and principles?"

Seir shrugged, "Touche." He started to gather dark power into his hands. "Why don't we end this battle of words."

"Angela!" Kurama called out, wanting her to run and let them battle the leader.

Seir looked down at them and growled. "It seems awfully noisy. Why don't I do something to quiet the noise so that we may dance without any interruptions."

Angela gasped and tried to cast a shield over the fighters but she was too slow. Seir, without even needing to chant, cast a spell similar to Angela's petrification spell, only she could feel that this spell wouldn't wear off and had a sinister undertone to it.

Seir smiled ugly at her. "This petrification spell works like this, the longer they are under it's spell, the more their life energy is sucked from them. The spell can only be broken if I die." He laughed at the shocked and horrified look on the woman's face.