"I feel like a color nightmare," Pit said, tugging at his shirt a few times.

Kuro glanced down at his own outfit, which consisted of mostly all black, and gave a grin. His eyes were covered by a pair of black Oakley glasses. "I personally think I look awesome."

"Of course you do! You don't look like you go to a prep school." Pit was decked out in a pair of Kelly green pants with a brown belt, a navy blue polo, and a black jacket. His shoes were brown leather, and he had managed to comb down most of his spiky hair into a nice comb-over. Honestly, Kuro had never seen him look so crisp and neat.

Kuro himself looked more like a bad boy business intern. A white button-up, a black tie with white dots, and a pair of black jeans were what his outfit mostly consisted of. It was topped off with a nice black leather jacket, a pair of black leather shoes, and a pair of Oakley glasses.

"Just be glad Kaitlyn didn't make you wear the coral pants," Kuro snickered. "I personally would have paid to see you wear those!"

"I would have too!" Cedar said as she entered the room. She messed with the frills on the neckline of her shirt. "How does this look?"

She looked much taller than usual, on account of her wearing a pair of crazy red high heels. She wore tight skinny jeans, which made her already long legs look even longer. Her shirt was a low cut and frilly dark pink, and Kaitlyn had done something to make her bust-line larger and more mature looking. With all the makeup and her buffed nails and outfit, she looked much older than her actual age.

Both Pit and Kuro stopped and gaped. "Cedar?" Pit said, "Promise me that you will never dress like this again, or until you're at least twenty."

Cedar's smile and hand on her hip made her look like an actual model, which Kuro found both scary and amusing. "You're not exactly my parent, Pit."

Kuro shrugged. "Hey, I'm not your parent, and I feel the same way. You're, what, thirteen normally?"

"Why, do I look that different?"

"At least seventeen, maybe more."

Cedar glanced down, grinning. "Man, this is great!"

A knock came to the door and Kaitlyn walked in. She wore a short purple dress with a thick black belt and a black blazer. Her high heels also gave the impression of her being slimmer and more elegant. Both she and Cedar had spent most of the morning perfecting their hair. Kaitlyn's had been straightened and pulled back in a tight bun, and Cedar's hair hung long and feathery down her back.

"I can't believe Nighthawk set us up like this," Pit moaned, still looking at his clothes with utter despair. "Can't I just wear my regular clothes? It shouldn't be too weird where we're going."

"You'll be able to later," Kaitlyn said. "Don't forget, you'll be modeling them for very fancy people."

The three angels followed Kaitlyn out of their room and down the hall. The "hotel" that Nighthawk had set up for them was small, dark, and musty, and there were many people there, a lot of them travelers. But it was a place to sleep, and it had given them breakfast.

But Nighthawk hadn't taken any chances on their outfits. He had gone full-out on their clothes. Most were designer brands, and each piece was probably around a hundred dollars, if not more. Cedar said that Nighthawk had merely borrowed them and would give them back after they were done. Kuro was kind of disappointed, even those his clothes seemed to be the least expensive of the lot.

Kaitlyn hoisted her bag over her shoulder as they stepped out on the street. The smells on the street reminded Kuro slightly of his little time in Chicago. The "big city smell" was thick and overpowering at times, but they brushed it off and continued to the street where a car was waiting for them.

"Man, Nighthawk went all out," Pit said quietly as they entered the car and started on their way.

"He had to," Cedar said. "We would've taken this precaution even if it wasn't Fashion Week, but since it is, it makes our job a whole lot easier."

"How so?"

"Well, it won't be weird to show our "new line" to a designer and editors. We've got an entire showcase to do, so Nighthawk and I did a lot of work."

"You managed to set us up with a bunch of models, a showcase, perfect outfits, and you did it all in a day," Kaitlyn said. "How did you do that?"

Cedar snapped, smiling widely. "Magic."

Kuro stared out the window and watched the streets whizz by. There was an oldness to Paris that Kuro found alluring. He had spent his life in Angel Land, the Underworld, and the United States. Angel Land felt old at times, but it was so clean and polished that it lost its feeling of ancientness. Paris still had that air to it, and Kuro was enjoying it very much.

The car pulled up right through the crowd up to the massive building. Limos were pulling up right and left, and the paparazzi was having a field day snapping pictures of famous designers right and left. Kuro had never seen any of these people before, but he was sure that they were all major people in the fashion industry.

Their car stopped in front of the building, and Kaitlyn have them one last look. "Remember, we're going to mingle for a while. Say as little as you can, and try not to destroy our reputation before it's even started. Pretend you've been doing this for years. All of the other people here are actual designers, so try to fit in. We're going to show off our outfits at the main runway at two. Try to stay out of trouble until then. I'm going to try to find that angel, which means that Kuro's coming with me."

He nodded, and the others did so a few moments later.

Kaitlyn raised an eyebrow and flipped her sunglasses down. "Fabulous, now follow my lead."

The door was opened for them, and Kaitlyn stepped out confidently. Immediately, the paparazzi had surrounded her walkway and were eagerly taking pictures. Kuro found this amusing, because he knew that none of them knew who she was, but they were just happy to be getting a picture of someone who they believed was famous.

Kaitlyn gave her biggest smile and walked slowly up between the crowds to the front step. She was a natural when it came to human interaction, so for her, this was probably easy. She gave a small wave at one point. Looking at her, there was no way anyone could tell that she didn't belong there.

Pit and Cedar stepped out next, trying to act as nonchalant and professional as Kaitlyn had, but it was obvious they were struggling slightly. The crowd probably couldn't tell as easily as he did, but he could see the slight bewilderment on their faces, the wobbliness in Cedar's steps, and the shock in the angels' faces as they tried to follow Kaitlyn as close as they could.

Kuro stepped out of the car and was immediately greeted with twenty cameras in his face and a tiny pathway out. He dipped his head slightly and tried to wave a little as he followed Kaitlyn and the others. He suddenly understood why Pit and Cedar had looked so shocked. It was overwhelming with all the clicking and bright lights. He sucked in a breath and ducked through the crowd as much as possible. They were going to have to find that angel, and soon.


Kaitlyn was exhausted with talking to people. As soon as she had entered the room, she had been bombarded with journalists. None of them knew who she was, which made them all the more persistent about her "clothing line". Of course, it was hard for her to answer their questions, seeing as her "line" was something she hadn't actually designed. So she tried to answer their questions while putting on her most convincing professional voice.

"My works are much more an expression than something to be worn often," Kaitlyn said to the reporters. "After all, I'm mostly here to show my pieces. Actual sales of any collections will take a while to get onto the shelf. It all depends on how well I do here, and how well people connect with my work."

"We wish you all the best, Ms. Dufrene."

"Thank you," Kaitlyn said smoothly and turned away to face the other people behind her.

She felt a hand touch her shoulder, and heard Kuro whisper into her ear. "Him, over there. The blonde in the white suit. Strong aura."

Kaitlyn gave a tiny nod and walked towards the man, leaving Kuro behind her. Again, she put on a sleek smile and batted her eyelashes. "Good afternoon!"

"And to you!" the man said. He stood next to a couple other women, but he smiled at her with bright green eyes. His suit was pure white, and he wore a lavender tie and a black scarf. His golden hair was pulled into an elegant, wavy comb-over. He was tall, lanky, and thin, with incredibly long legs. "You must be Kaitlyn Dufrene. I've heard interesting things about you."

"Oh, you have?" Kaitlyn said, smiling. "I hope good things!"

The man grabbed a drink from a nearby server and handed it to Kaitlyn. She hardly batted an eyelid while thanking him and taking a sip. It was fruity but had a kick to it that nearly made Kaitlyn purse her lips and gag a little. But she held it in and gave the man a smile.

"Well, interesting is much more of the word I would use. The word going around is that your clothing line is still experimental."

"That is true," Kaitlyn said slowly. "I'm hoping to change the designs and tweak them as needed. So I'm going to want your opinion after the show."

"I'd be happy to critique your work," the man said with sparkling eyes. Kaitlyn inwardly grinned. She could tell this was the kind of man who wanted to tell everyone his opinion all the time. She could easily use that to her advantage if she made him feel good. But she only had a few hours to do it.

"I would love that," she said sweetly. "How about I see you after the show, before my models change, and you can help me out?"

"I would greatly enjoy that." He held out his hand. "P.T. Ambrosia. You may have heard of my line."

"Obviously," Kaitlyn lied. "Are you going to be showing any today?"

"Mine are all later in the week," Ambrosia said. His tone sounded regretful, as though he were genuinely sad about Kaitlyn not seeing them today. "Are yours going on today?"

"Yes, in a couple of hours. Speaking of which, I had better grab my models and have them start getting ready."

Ambrosia smiled. "Well, I will look forward to seeing your work. I'll excuse you to go and find your models. Is that one of them over there?" He pointed, his finger resting on Kuro. The dark angel was talking to what appeared to be another model, though the way their faces were, it was obvious that they were having a hard time understanding one another.

Kaitlyn dipped her head. "Yes, he is," she said. "You have a good eye."

Ambrosia shrugged nonchalantly. "You give off, how would you put it, the same air? The same aura? Something like that."

"Yes, people have said that," Kaitlyn said, still smiling as kindly as possible. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you. I hope to meet with you later on."

"I look forward to it."

Kaitlyn dipped her head once again and walked towards Kuro, trying to avoid bumping into anyone. She grabbed his shoulder and nodded to him. "Sorry to interrupt, but we need to grab the others and start getting our models ready."

Kuro nodded and said a quick goodbye to the other model and followed her back. Along the way, they picked up Pit and Cedar, who were also conversing with models and reporters. Cedar was still wobbling slightly in her heels, and as soon as they had entered behind stage, she hurriedly pulled them off. "I swear," she grumbled. "How the heck do those models wear these things twenty-four-seven? They make me feel like I'm walking on ice!"

"You get used to them," Kaitlyn said, entering into the backstage area. There was a group of four young women already there. It would be a relatively short showcase, but Kaitlyn didn't mind. She already had the information she needed. This was just more fun.

"Alright, everyone! Your outfits are labeled with your names. Please go into the dressing rooms, then come out for the makeup artists to finish off your look. Let me know if you need anything, alright?"

The models all nodded and each took their own room. After a few minutes, all of them were out and at the makeup people's tables. Most of the models could do their own makeup and hair, but Pit, Cedar, and Kuro were less experienced and needed more help. Kaitlyn found herself laughing at Pit, who winced every time the eyeliner came near his eyes. The makeup artists had a hard time getting him to sit still long enough to do his face properly.

Kaitlyn raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I've never seen your skin so flawless. You practically glow!"

Pit made a tight, odd face. "I look…weird…and fancy."

Kaitlyn planted a soft kiss on his head. "Don't worry. You can wash it off when we're done, before we go to Russia."

"Good!"

Kaitlyn gave them one last glance. "Remember girls, work those hips and shoulders. Boys, only pause for half a second before coming back, unless you're really feeling it."

Kaitlyn stepped out onto the stage, microphone in hand. The lights practically blinded her, but she tried to smile and wave as the deafening sound of applause hit her ears. When her eyes adjusted, she became aware of just how many people were in the room. Every seat in the room was filled with people. Cameras were everywhere, flashing out of the black expanse.

She gave a small wave, dipping her head politely. "Thank you," she said. "If you have not already met me, my name is Kaitlyn Dufrene, and today I am displaying my first line of new clothing. For my first line, I wanted to make something dramatic, something that inspires the inner muse. My pieces that I am showing today are all purely experimental, and are not something that could easily be worn in public. But fashion is always changing, and I believe that one day, my line of clothing could be worn again. My inspiration came from the Ancient Greeks, and the styles could one day come back into fashion." She held her head up higher. "Please enjoy my collection, Angelic."

The cameras began flashing as soon as the models started down the runway. They were dressed in outfits that were normal for angels, though a little uncommon for humans. The first came out in a full length peplos, and the next in a chiton. The models didn't seem too worried about the odd clothes. They had probably been in much weirder clothing before. Kaitlyn was just glad that Nighthawk had managed to get them multiple angel outfits that would fit human models, which seemed to be all legs and have little curves.

Kaitlyn tried to see the facial expressions of the people in the audience, but it was too dark off the runway, and the lights in her eyes were too bright. But she could hear murmuring and ahhs, so she suspected they liked her "pieces".

Too bad they're not real…She thought, hiding a smile.

After the real models went back, Cedar came out. She was dressed in her himation, which angels only wore for special occasions. It was heavy and voluminous, but it flowed beautifully. Hers was a creamy color and edged with gold thread. Her hair had been gone in curls and braids, with a gold hairpiece at the top that looked like a small tiara.

There was no way anyone could have told that she wasn't a real model. Because she was younger and her body was much less developed, she looked like all the others. She stopped at the end of the runway and stopped, twisting slightly to show off her outfit, then turned and walked down to the end of the stage.

Pit walked out next, wearing his normal toga over his nylon running shorts and shirt. His hair had gone back to its crazy, normal mess, but it matched his outfit more than his neat comb-over had. His modeling skills were a little subpar, though. His face looked more shocked than calm, and he stared out at the audience for a while at the end of the runway. But a few seconds later, he walked back, staring straight ahead like he had practiced.

Kuro was last. His outfit was nearly identical to Pit's but black and gold instead of white and gold. Like Pit, he stopped at the end of the runway, but he was more focused. He stood and turned slightly to the left and right, showing off the flow of the fabric. Then he turned and walked back, and the lights fell.


"How the heck do you get eyeliner off?" Pit whined, wiping at his face with a towel.

Kaitlyn gave him an eyeroll from across the room and she walked over and helped him. She dabbed his face with the wet towel a few times. "You know," she said, "this would be much easier with the makeup remover in the back."

Pit stuck his tongue out. "I'd like to preserve at least a little of my masculinity, thank you very much!"

Kaitlyn gave him an amused look. "Okay, first of all, your tongue out thing is really mature. And second, you're already wearing makeup. Why not take it off with makeup remover?"

"She's right," Kuro said. His face was completely clean of the makeup that had been caked on a few minutes before. "It works wonders, like magic."

Pit pouted a little, crossing his arms. "Fine," he grumbled. "Give me the makeup remover."

Kuro and Cedar shot each other looks and snickered a little as Cedar grabbed the bottle and tossed it to Kaitlyn. He began to put it on grudgingly.

"Excuse me, Ms. Dufrene? I believe you asked for me?"

Pit turned to face the door, still wiping off his face with the towel. The man that walked into the backstage room was tall and thin, and seemed to have hardly any muscle underneath his suit. His face was incredibly angular and he had sharp, green eyes that sparkled in the light. He raised an eyebrow and glanced at Kuro briefly. Kuro nodded back very slowly and they turned back to look at the man.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Ambrosia!" Kaitlyn said, smiling in a way that Pit could only describe as her I'm-so-interested-in-everything-you-have-to-say-please-tell-me-more face. "How did you enjoy the show?"

"It was insightful," Ambrosia said. He walked over to the racks of outfits and pulled out the pelops. "This one seemed to be the most useful in every day outfits. Though, the himation was beautiful and something that an actress would wear, especially if sponsored." He put the outfit back on the rack and sat in an empty chair. "Though, I have a feeling you wanted something other than my opinion on clothes."

The four angels glanced at one another. Kaitlyn nodded sharply, her expression becoming serious. "Mr. Ambrosia, we're here on a mission from Lady Palutena. We believe you have something that we need."

Ambrosia was quiet in his chair for a while, looking down at his knees. Finally, after what seemed like hours, his eyes met Kaitlyn's. His gaze seemed cold. "How am I supposed to know that you are who you say you are? For all I know, the Underworld forces could easily be able to shapeshift. And if you make one wrong move, I will kill you." Pit watched as the man reached into his suit and pulled out a set of tiny knives. They were dark silver and as thin as needles, but Pit knew that if the man could aim properly, he would easily be able to kill all four of the angels within seconds.

Kaitlyn turned back to the others, raising her eyebrow. They all shrugged and she gave a huff and turned back. "What can we show you that would convince you that we're really angels?"

Ambrosia shrugged. "A note from Lady Palutena, perhaps. She would always send a note with her angels, or some other form of introduction."

Kaitlyn sucked in a breath. "Yes, well, we would definitely have done that, except that we're here because Lady Palutena is not well and we need you to help us."

"Not well? And can you convince me of that too?"

Kaitlyn gritted her teeth. "I don't have much of a way to show you."

"Hold on." Cedar stepped up behind Kaitlyn, brushing her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Let me try."

Kaitlyn opened her mouth to answer, but snapped it shut after a moment and nodded. Cedar slowly walked forwards, looking Ambrosia deep in the eyes. "My name is Cedar. I am personal assistant to Nighthawk, who is Lady Palutena's assistant. I can only do so much for you to prove that we're angels and not demons. We have artifacts, and previous pieces of what we're looking for. We've gained the trust of two of your colleagues."

She pulled out the two apple pieces, which she had been holding since they had started this particular mission. She held them out, one on a chain and the other still on its pin. "We need your help, Mr. Ambrosia. By tomorrow, you probably won't remember anything. After you go out, the younger angels will, and then the humans. I can guess you've been having headaches. All the angels will soon get them and then everyone else will and the whole world will fall into disrepair and total chaos. We need your piece. We were sent to you specifically by the goddess Viridi. You are our third piece."

Ambrosia's eyes followed the glint of the apple pieces. Pit could tell he was thinking hard, just in the way his eyes had grown narrower and his fingers twitched slightly.

With a blur of movement, Ambrosia stood and threw his knives straight at Cedar. The angel girl threw herself to the ground. Kaitlyn, who stood directly behind her, did the same. The knives pierced the mirror next to Pit, shattering the glass.

Immediately, Kuro was on Ambrosia, blades out. But the knives weren't Ambrosia's only weapon. He whipped out a pair of long, red knives, longer than Kuro's by at least a half a foot. They could have been sword length if molded differently. He blocked Kuro's attack with ease, then slammed a hand into Kuro's chest, forcing him backwards before his own attack. He slashed at Kuro's chest, and Kuro was only barely able to block it. He gave a grunt of surprise, holding the blade in its position. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Kuro snapped.

Ambrosia raised a single, perfect eyebrow. "Real angels don't fight like they've been trained in the Underworld," he hissed.

"He's different," Kaitlyn snapped. Ambrosia seemed to realize at that moment that Kaitlyn's pistols were pointed directly at his head. "All of us are. If you touch him, I will personally blow your brains out and take the apple piece by force."

Pit stood slowly, so as not to make the adult angel think he was going to attack. He raised a hand and placed it on Kaitlyn's shoulder. "Relax. We're not going to kill you. We're not Underworld monsters. Sure, we have problems, and we're all a little unusual, but we're not going to kill you to get what we want. That's not the way angels work."

He glanced at Kaitlyn and nodded. She slowly lowered her pistols, giving Ambrosia a dark look. Cedar also sheathed her blades, which she had had out and ready. Pit gave Ambrosia a small smile. "Let's start this over, okay? Hi, my name is Pit, servant of the Goddess of Light. This is my apprentice, Cedar. Kuro here is my mirror twin, or something like that. Basically, he was born and had a brief stint in the Underworld. Kaitlyn, the blonde with the pistols, is the first human-turned-angel. We're not exactly a normal angel team."

"That's for sure," Ambrosia said, hardly looking strained under the pressure Kuro's knife was still giving him. "Lady Palutena would send a group that has no questionable traits."

Pit saw Kaitlyn bite her lip to keep from retorting. He shot her a look and responded to Ambrosia. "Look, if Lady Palutena had been giving the orders, she would probably have given me a bunch of different angels, ones that are more trustworthy looking. But come on, we're not trying to kill you. You attacked first! And Underworld monsters don't use guns, they use magic, right? So, by all means, Kaitlyn has to be an angel…er, a human-angel."

"You could just be really stupid Underworld monsters."

Pit gritted his teeth. "Should we just wait until an unexpected storm starts to show you that Viridi isn't in control of the weather anymore? Or how about at night? The stars stopped shining last night because Andromeda lost her memories. And if Lady Palutena loses all her memories, the sun could very well go out! If that's what you want, then don't give us the stupid apple piece! You obviously don't care about any of the gods and you want to watch the world be destroyed by Eris! But when you start losing your memories, don't come crying to us that you can't remember why you design stupid clothes and waste your life away!"

Pit was panting by the time he finished. He knew was probably flushed and practically screaming at Ambrosia, but he couldn't help it. He was angry, angrier than be had been in a long time. He was nearly trembling in rage. "Kuro," he snapped, "let him go."

Kuro jerked his blades back so they unlatched from Ambrosia's, and he stepped back, sheathing them. The room was deathly silent, and the four angels looked at Ambrosia with dark, hard expressions. Ambrosia's eyes were still locked on Kuro's, narrowed and cold. He was calculating again. Pit hoped it wasn't to try to figure out how to kill them, but he couldn't have been sure.

Slowly, Ambrosia lowered his blades and stuck them back into his suit. He ran a hand through his hair, messing up his beautifully styled locks. "Well, I suppose you can't both be incredibly smart and incredibly stupid. No Underworld monster would have that amount of a monologue ready, or get that angry without killing me." He threw his hand out and his knives pulled themselves from the mirror and shot to his hand. He placed them inside his jacket as well. When he pulled his hand out, in his palm was a large golden apple quarter charm. "If you're right, and my headaches do get worse, I guess I know who I can blame."

Pit caught the charm in his right hand as it was tossed to him. The golden charm glinted in the light, and Pit clenched his fist around the gold piece. "So, that's it? You just give it to us after all that?"

Ambrosia shrugged. "What you said makes sense. What kind of angel am I if I can't trust other angels? It's been years since I've even seen another angel, so I'm not surprised that I've gotten a little chilly. I might as well be human at this point."

"You're strong," Kuro said a little grudgingly. "Your aura is the strongest of the angels we've had to find. You're using your angel magic somehow."

"The fabrics on my outfits are a product of little bits of magic. Speaking of which, I might have some new clothes for you on your journey. You don't plan to wear that dress or those pants while flying, do you?"

"We already have different clothes," Kaitlyn said quickly, still looking at Ambrosia suspiciously. "We'll change and head to our next location."

"How many more do you have to find?"

The four of them looked at one another for a moment and nodded briefly. "We have one more," Cedar said seriously.

He nodded slowly. "Well, I wish you all the best, then. How long will it take you to get to Moscow?"

"Not too long," Pit said, rubbing his head. "We just have to find the last—." Pit stopped, realizing something. "Wait, we never said where we were going…"

Immediately, the four angels had their weapons out, pointing at Ambrosia. Ambrosia's face broke into a large, dark smile. "Oh good, I thought I wasn't going to have any fun!"

"Who are you?" Kuro asked sharply. "And how do you know our plans?"

Ambrosia's eyes flashed and his pupils turned to slits, and a forked tongue flitted out of his mouth. His whole body hunched over violently, and his neat jacket split down the back and fell to the ground. Out of his back, ripping through his shirt, came a pair of black and magenta wings. They were not the feathered wings of an angel, but the webbed, dragon-like wings of the Underworld. His skin became a dark grey and his hair the deepest of blacks. Long talons grew from his fingers, which now seemed more like the feet of something reptilian. His green eyes were a deep pink in tone, and his teeth seemed to have been filed into points.

The beast that stood before them seemed more monster than man, though his facial features were similar to a humanoid organism. When the creature bared its teeth and screamed, Pit could feel the force behind its voice.

Kuro raised an eyebrow. "Okay, but you still didn't tell me who you are!"

Ambrosia's powerful wings kept him aloft and he threw back his head and raised his hands high. "Behold, your destroyer! I am Mordes, God of Death!"

Pit blinked a few times. "Wait, isn't Thanatos the God of Death? I mean, that's what he always said."

"You're not wrong, Pit," Mordes said, still grinning with his sharp, pointed teeth. "Thanatos is the god of peaceful death. I, on the other hand, prefer violent and bloody encounters."

Kaitlyn held up her pistols and pointed them at Mordes' face threateningly. "What do you want, Mordes? Why are you here?"

Mordes hissed a little, his long tail, which had grown in at this point flicked and back and forth. "It has been a long time since a great war has befallen Earth. Medusa and Hades both promised me a place in their world when they took over. But they were both weak. They fell easily to the forces of the Overworld, and I was once again forgotten deep in my caverns. Eris came to me and told me her plan. I am here to make sure that her plans are fulfilled."

"Then why give us the apple piece?" Cedar asked, looking more and more uncertain as the seconds passed by. Pit realized that this was probably the first time she had actually encountered and evil god before. "You could have just found us and killed us earlier."

"I had to make sure you had the others. I also planned on killing you as you walked out, and would just steal the pieces from you, so I tried to gain your trust and convince you that I was an angel like you. But you were persistent."

Pit gritted his teeth in anger. "What happened to the real angel? The real Ambrosia?"

"Him? Oh, he was easy to defeat. I killed him a few months ago."

"That's why your aura was so strong," Kuro realized. "I just thought you were an exceptionally strong and maybe old angel. But you were a god masquerading as an angel and holding a powerful artifact."

"Exactly," Mordes hissed. "Now if you don't want to die too, hand over the apple pieces."

Pit narrowed his eyes and nodded to his teammates. "I don't think so."


I don't think you understand just how much I hated writing this chapter...

Well, that's a little dramatic. I enjoyed most of the chapter, especially doing research on Fashion Week and models and designers in general. Watched a lot of "America's Next Top Model", "The Devil Wears Prada", and other similar things. I've never really delved into that world before, so it was an experience.

What I hate is that this chapter changed the entire story for me. This chapter made my planned-out plot totally worthless, just because Ambrosia ended up being an evil god. THAT WAS NOT PLANNED! He was supposed to be good, supposed to help them. But with one line, he became evil. (I literally sat in the Dining Hall muttering under my breath about how angry I was, then called my friend and ranted for an hour or so). Yeah, I'm pretty frustrated.

But the story is still moving along, which is good. And I'm starting to rework the plot, which is also good.

~Pixie