Fuck you guys.

Why? Because I feel like being an asshole today... Deal with it. (YOLO)

No Questions from last chapter, which is good because I probably wouldn't have answered them anyway.

So yeah...

"I've come for
Blood blood blood
And I'm not leaving till I
Have your heart
You're going to pay for all that you have
Done done done
I'll feel alive when I have
Blood, your blood,
Blood, YOUR BLOOD
Because revenge is all I haven't lost"

She had heard that growl before. She knew what it meant. The menacing sound that ripped from his throat promised death.

She hesitated, trying to think of a way to calm him down. She couldn't think of any. When a demon wanted to kill, they killed. If she had learned anything in her millenia of being the Night's Archangel, it was that a demon would not stop until it was killed. Yet would she really be able to kill Sebastian if it came down to it?

She heard a scratching sound on the floor. The demon was trying to drag himself towards her.

She had her answer.

Instinctively, she leaped up, backing away from the enraged demon while turning to take her daughter so they could flee together. Her eyes moved across the wall to where she knew the girl was resting.

Her heart stopped, and her breath caught in her throat.

The spot where Akuma had once slept so soundly was empty.

Her daughter was gone.

Terror held her in place. For a moment she forgot everything happening around her. Her mind was reeling. She didn't notice the demon behind her struggling to his feet. She didn't see his furious red eyes fixated on her in a deadly glare. Or how the nails on his left hand were extending rapidly into cruel talons that glistened with venom all demons had, and how his mouth was open in that horrible growl that exposed his curved fangs.

Instead, Leila remained still, trying to will movement back into he limbs.

The demon leaped. She didn't have time to react.

She felt claws viciously tearing deep into her left shoulder, ripping flesh and tearing bone the same way her wings once had, dragging her to the ground with a pained shout. She could feel her blood pouring down her back, and she closed her eyes tightly, ignoring the tears flowing from them.

"I don't want to fight you," he said in a low voice.

He was on a hill overlooking a village. His back was turned to her. She wasn't sure how he was able to pick up on her presence; she was typically so silent.

"I know how powerful you are." he went on. "There isn't an angel or demon who doesn't know your name, Leila."

She blinked. Carefully, she folded her wings behind her back.

"Furthermore," he continued, "I know why you're here."

He finally turned, looking at her with a small smirk forming on his lips.

She opened her eyes. He was hovering over her, that same sinister smirk plastered on his face. She felt a surge of rage wash over her, and with it came a burst of new strength.

And suddenly, that thing hovering over her wasn't the one she loved. In that moment he was nothing more than a demon. Evil. An abomination.

He was worthless.

She got her feet underneath him, and swiftly delivered a strong kick. He flew back and slammed against the rock wall with such a force the ground shook. A few small fissures formed in the wall. He fell to the ground with a harsh thud

She deftly leaped to her feet. Her damaged wings sprouting from her back and spreading out behind her. She noticed it was rapidly growing difficult to make use of her left arm, but it was only a minor setback at the moment. She tensed, watching silently while the demon manged to pull himself to his feet. She dug her heels into the ground, prepared to counter any attack he had. Sebastian stood on unsteady feet and spat something dark red on the ground near Leila's feet.

He looked up and their eyes met. She was able to read every emotion that swam underneath his gaze. Rage, confusion, hatred. All of it was directed at her, but what stood out the most was the burning pain that light his eyes aflame.

What was happening to him?

The contact was brief, because just then, he vanished.

She blinked in surprise. She had seen him do something like this before, but she hadn't expected it was even possible for him to do it now, not when he was so weak. He hadn't literally vanished, of course. He was simply moving very, very fast. She perked her senses, trying to pick up on his aura patterns. What she felt confused her. It seemed as if he was surrounding her, but at the same time it felt as if he wasn't there at all. Everywhere and nowhere together. The feeling made her dizzy, so much so that the world began to spin around her. There was no way she could have prevented the crippling blow that was delivered to her chest.

Her vision went dark for a moment. She could feel herself flying backwards, and the shattering pain that came when she hit something, and then a terrifying feeling of not being able to breathe.

"You have orders to kill me, correct?" He wasn't asking a question, he was making a statement.

She looked at the ground. "Not directly..." she murmured.

He clicked his tongue. "Is that hesitation I hear?"

She looked up and jumped when she saw his eyes mere inches away from hers. Why was she so scared? He seemed to be able to pick up on her emotions.

"Or is it perhaps fear?" he whispered.

There was something in the way he said it, maybe the teasing tone implying he thought her weak, which infuriated her. Without so much as a warning, she spread her wings and shot off a mass of feathers. She heard his pained gasp, which confirmed that she had struck her target. She saw him backing away, pulling a number of feathers from his arm, hissing at the blood he saw spilling from it. His slitted eyes locked on to hers, his gaze glowing and deadly. He let out a hoarse growl and charged so quickly he seemed to have vanished. The next thing she knew, she was knocked on the ground, struggling to breathe.

Her eyes darted all around, trying to see where he was. She heard a noise from above her and rolled aside not a moment too soon. There was a huge crash and she looked over to where she just was.

Sebastian was crouching in a small crater that he apparently just formed. His gaze was locked on her, never moving, enraged by the fact that he had missed his target. She swallowed when she noticed the pulsating black and green waves rolling off of him, a sign that his aura was dangerously powerful. She tried to stand, to move, to do anything, but her limbs ignored her commands. She was frozen, no doubt by his doing.

How!? She thought, His seal is gone! He shouldn't even be able to control that much energy!

He stood slowly, seeming to relish the way she was completely at his mercy. He approached her with an air of arrogance, stopping mere feet from her to tower of her with that cruel, sadistic smile making its way back onto his face.

Perhaps he decided he wanted more of a challenge, or maybe it was by sheer force of will, but she finally seemed to regain control over herself. She quickly rolled aside, barely evading the harsh kick he sent her. Skilfully jumping to her feet, she managed to to seemingly fly over his outstretched claws and land safely behind him. Instinctively, she tensed the muscles in her wings, only to be reminded that her feathers were practically useless in her current situation. Instead, she wrapped them around her body at the last second to protect herself from the black claws tearing down on her. She felt them tear into her wing, in the same spot Azrael's blade had ripped into her. She bit her lip to the point of drawing blood, and couldn't help crying out when she felt him violently jerk his hand to the side, tearing through skin and bone, leaving nothing of the wing except for a mangled limb.

She felt weak, nauseous. her eyes were shut tightly, she could feel her knees beginning to give out under her.

Drip... Drip...

The gentle pitter-patter continued in a slow, steady rhythm. The pain was excruciating. She hadn't felt such agony in years, not since she had fallen.

When Lillium had ripped her wing with Seraphim, she had managed to keep the energy the blade released contained into one area: her wing. But when Sebastian had damaged her wing beyond repair with his venom-coated claws, that energy was released. That alone would have been enough to kill her, but add that a demon's venom flowed through her veins? After all, a death by Azrael's blade was something reserved only for those who deserved the most painful death in existence, and a demon's venom only served the purpose of inducing absolute terror, anxiety, and the feeling of being burned alive. The combination was enough to bring even the most powerful beings down.

And down she fell

She slowly, sunk to her knees, and continued to descend until she her face touched something warm and sticky. She opened her eyes slightly, and for a moment saw nothing but red. She realized she was laying in a pool of blood, and that the rhythmatic dripping sound was coming from the blood flowing from her ruined wing.

She turned her head slightly to look up at Sebastian. He was leering over her with a victorious grin creeping onto his face.

For a moment, she thought he seemed to look sorry. Perhaps it was her imagination.

Then again, she could have sworn she heard a young boy's voice calling.

She didn't know what to make of it. She didn't get the chance too.

Because everything was fading away into nothing.

I hate my life. I hate my Life. I hate my life. I hate my life.

This has seriously been the worst week of my life. I know, I've said that like a million times, but I'm being legit here.

I nearly killed myself while writing this chapter. I've been seriously lacking inspiration for a while, so I had to guilt myself into getting off my lazy ass to write this bitch.

I'm not gonna say it sucks though, cause honestly, I don't even care anymore

I wasted a lot of time trying to get myself inspired, but what I was really doing was procrastinating.

I've listened to every song I know off the top of my head. No inspiration

I've spent hours on deviantart looking at random pictures. (Not a good idea if you have ADD) That did the opposite of inspire me. It went something like this:

"Alright! I'm gonna look at a bunch of pics related to my story to get in a writing mood... Aww, a kitty!"

It sorta went downhill from there.

Next, I tried reading other fanfics to find inspiration. I started hating on myself because I realized I can't write for shit compared to some people on here.

Moving on, I went to some old forums and chat rooms and got myself involved in an RP. I don't even know how that's supposed to inspire me. (It was mainly just some random crap that didn't even have anything to do with kuroshitsuji.

Lastly, in vain hope, I went to creepypasta. Why you ask? Because for some reason, my fucked up little mind loves reading and watching horror. I draw a big chunk of inspiration from there, but this time, the only thing it inspired me to do was stop playing pokemon and sleep with the lights on. (Lost Silver, Creepy Black, Lavender Town Syndrome... ugh)

So yeah, if you notice an obvious air of shittiness in this chapter, that's why. I put 0 effort into writing it this time.