There is pain – oh, so much pain! His life spills from his wounds, inflicted by a blade he knows so well, that blade wielded by a hand he knows even better. Never in all his days did he once imagine that the golden blade of his brother would be turned against him. In his memories, he knows nothing more than fighting alongside him, day by day, but now all has changed and he lies defeated upon the cold floor.

To his credit, he ponders through the haze that is settling upon his mind, he gave his brother his fair share in kind. But he would always begrudgingly admit that his brother possessed the better skill with the blade; his own forte lay with the bow and arrow, weapons that now lay mockingly beyond his reach, fallen along with him.

He can feel a great and familiar presence rushing through the sky towards him, his pained call of distress drawing her unto him. His mistress rides to meet him as with each moment the world slips out from beneath his grasp. Tears splash his cheek as he hears her voice, angry, bitter and incomparably sad tears. He knows that his time is short now, but his brother has done more than steal his life.

Darkness sweeps through the old, abandoned Temple and finally reaches her beloved angel. She falls to her knees at his side and clutches his clothes, his hands, and then his head in her hands. She whispers desperately to him, begging him to clutch onto life. For Darkness and her angel share a secret, one that illuminates the reason for his fervent loyalty to her.

He loves her, and she loves him deeply in return. It is not the same love that Light and her angel share, no. The love between Darkness and her angel is the one forbidden to a servant and his mistress. Their stations are distant, the chasm between them far and wide, but yet still they dared to cross it. Darkness' heart belongs well and truly to her angel, and she cannot bear to see him perish in her arms. But there is nothing she can do.

Her precious, beloved angel breathes his last.

Darkness touches her lips to his, but she cannot match his small and now timeless smile. It was a hard earned thing, his smile, but she had fought and won that battle. He would smile only for her, laugh truly only for her. His eyes would grow soft and shimmer, only for her.

And now, he is gone.

Her passionate howl shakes the walls of the old Temple and breaks its foundations; the clouds that once embraced it so now flee at the fury and grief in her voice. Darkness gathers her broken angel into her arms, eyes alight with foreboding fire as she prepares to return to her realm.

There, she will meet with her sister. This time, her anger will not be cooled.

A/N: I wrote this assuming that readers would understand the characters the story refers to despite not using their names, an error on my part I think. I should have perhaps made it clear from the get go, but I'll clarify it now.

Calamity: Pandora

The Nymph: Phosphora

The Angel: Pit (Dark Pit is referred to for the most part as 'his brother')

Light/Darkness: Palutena/Medusa

And eventually, we'll be seeing -

Mother Nature: Viridi

Death: Thanatos

The Keeper (of Souls): Hades

With that being said, thanks to all those who have reviewed thus far, and to all of you for giving this story a look in the first place.

#DukeSerkol, I can appreciate that, don't feel forced to give a review on my account. I'm writing this primarily to put something on the scoreboard with regards to Pandora, afaik she hardly features in KI fics at present. I'm using this particular style of writing because...well, honestly because I'm being a little lazy. I just know that I would not see through a traditionally longer story to its end, so this is somewhat of a compromise as well as a little experimentation.