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Chapter 12

Schuyler Van Allen stood in her normal black apparel. Her eye liner and mascara smeared on her face as her eyes watered. She just couldn't believe it! During these times she needed someone to lean on, but there was no one. All her loved ones were gone. She stared at the ground hard and cold. She wanted to fall down upon it. Let the dirt soak up her tears and become soft. She dabbed the tissue to her eyes. She stared out at the tree's trying not to ignore everything happening around her. The sun was setting behind them. It formed a magnificent rainbow of colors. The clouds were grey and stormy above her. Two totally different scenes. To totally different emotions. How could they exist together? Like heaven and hell, fire and ice. How could she even be here? She didn't deserve to be here! He didn't deserve her love! The tears of everyone made it impossible to hear the man speaking. She threw her scarf over her shoulder getting ready to step in front of the microphone and say something. What would she say? What was fitting for a place of such darkness? Should she express her love, or just stand there and cry? Should she make jokes, lighten the mood? Or should she just run? Run away from all her problems, her life, this death. The ugly blackness of death confused her so much. She liked the color black but not this way. She had always thought of the color of death as white. White, pale bodies. The white tears that trickled from your eyes. The white of the angels that came to take the dead to heaven. But white wasn't what she was feeling right now. She was feeling black, as black as she had ever been. So she ran, flat out sprinted away. From the dark. And now she could finally admit it, she was afraid of the dark, of the blackness of death. Because the body was being buried along with her heart. He was dead, gone forever never to come back.

Authors Note: Who is it??? Which guy??? Who's dead???

Chapter 13

2 months, 3 weeks, 7 days, 5 hours, 9 minutes, and 14 seconds later...

Bliss Llewellyn stood in the corridor of the huge meeting hall. Watching her father take the stage. The whole room was painted white, everybody was dressed in white. Her father stood, tall and proud. His voice echoed through the halls as the voice of many. Her white flowing dress, complemented her hair, and body shape. It also did her necklace. A brand new necklace. It sparkled like gold. Inside her father had said it was the blood. The blood of her ancestors. Of everyone existing in this world. Her father started,

"My fellow brethren we have met here today to speak of the revelation. Of our time in power. We will survive this world, and make a new one. We will become leaders. The new age has begun!" he screams and everyone raises there swords.

It's time!" he yells, raising his sword. "It's time for a victory. For hell to be in the sky, and heaven to be deep, deep in the ground!" But then she realizes the sword. Michael's sword! The sword Jordan tried to kill her with. And Bliss finds herself running at her father, with a sword of her own. She looks down to find the words,

MALIZER ANGEL OF CORRUPTION

The worlds bring back her memories. The arm that she saw, not hers but Steven's. Steven, Gabrielle's lover. She had turned him, under a spell. But it had gone wrong. Bliss had sucked too much of Gabrielle's blood, and she had become no longer pure. That's why she was in the coma, not because of the lack of wanting to drink blood. And Steven, he had become…. He was gold, the blood in her necklace. It was his. She was princess of Hell. And that's why. She had become a sliver blood drinking Gabrielle's blood. What had she done? Her father ignored her, knowing all of this already.

"IT'S TIME!" he yelled again, but loader. And with that they charged the gates. And now she found herself following them. She was ready to kill. To kill again, and this time, they would win!

Chapter 14

She waited at the foot of the statue, awaiting the screams. The screams of war. She new it was upon us. Ever since she had escaped she knew it was the time. The next Great War had started. She raised her sword up to the sky, and promised. Promised on the light of heaven and the depths of hell, to win. That they would stay in power, and everyone that she loved or once loved would be safe. And if that meant she would have to kill them, then she would do so. She had been training, and waiting, and watching…

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She didn't want to go back. They had all died there. She didn't want there memories to return to her head. She didn't want to hear the screams of battle, and the cries of death. Because she knew what awaited her, death. Death is what awaited all of them here, but somehow she knew there was hope. Because they had the one person that they needed on their side. Her mother.

Schuyler had walked to the hospital in a cloud of fog, well at least it felt like that. She was about to go to Rio, to die. But it didn't really matter because everyone she ever loved was dead. -- She opened the door to her mother's room slowly. Allegra looked odd today, she had thought, as she sat down next to her mother.

"Mother, I'm afraid that this is the last time we will speak. Lucifer has awaken and broken through the gates. We must go stop him; there are only few of us. That is why I am sure that I'm not coming back." She said and took a deep breath.

"Goodbye mother." She had said. But then the most unimaginable thing had happened. Her mother's eyes shot open.

"Schuyler." She had whispered in a sharp, hoarse voice. Schuyler spun around fast, feeling light headed. "No, stand back my child, you mustn't come any closer."

"M-mom." She had whispered in disbelief.

"Yes, it is me. Now take a deep breath, and listen." Schuyler took a deep breath, and opened her ears to the beauty of her mother's voice.

"I know how to win the war…"