Sorry Sorry Sorry! *cries* I'm late again! Well, I hope the awesomeness of this chapter will make up for my less-than-pristine timeliness! *cries again* Alright, I'm done now.

~Mikael~

"It's no use. There's no way that we'll be able to get him out of there," I said. I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed. Leoric raised an eyebrow.

"Are they really…" his voice trailed off. His armor clanked as he shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.

I nodded, "They really love each other. It's unusual and not ideal…but it's true."

"Love between a demon and an angel. They're on opposite ends of the spectrum, also. He's one of the strongest demons and she's one of the strongest angels."

"I suppose you're right. I don't see that as a reason why they shouldn't love each other, though. The way I see it, he makes Grace happy. That's enough for me," I said. I stared at the wall.

"You really care about her, don't you?" Leoric asked. I looked up and saw that he was staring at me. The look in his eyes told me that he thought he knew something.

"She's my sister. Of course I care about her," I said warily.

Leoric grinned, "Half-sister. And technically he isn't your father. He just gave you his blood…made you his son."

A dull anger started to rise up, "He is my father. What are you trying to say?"

Leoric straightened his back, "I'm just saying that maybe you don't care about her solely because she's your 'sister'."

I slammed him against the wall, "You're such an idiot, Leo!" With that I stalked off, wondering why I was so mad.

~Judiyah~

"So? Do you intend to explain this situation?" he demanded. The man who was interrogating me was relatively tall. He had long, blond hair and a confident look in his eyes. The other man—it seemed like they were friends—seemed like his opposite. He, unlike his friend, had short, dark hair and a stern look in his eye. The second man was also about a foot taller.

"I already told you what happened," I said, sighing. I tilted my head down so that my hair would cover my eyes. I nervously fiddled with a lock of hair.

The first man, the blond one, sighed, "You're saying that you actually are the son of Satan, you went against your father to rescue Grace, and decided to take her here where you would most likely be surrounded by enemies all the while knowing that you might die. You did all of this just because you consider Grace your friend and you couldn't let her remain in Gehenna?"

I stared at him. He'd spoken so fast that it took me a moment to evaluate that validity of his words, "Yes."

The taller man walked towards and bars and stared at me, "Look at me, demon."

I hesitated, but raised my head. I had to earn their trust, and this could be one way to do so. I looked at him directly in the eye and he simply stared back. His gaze was so piercing that I could practically feel him scanning the contents of my brain. "Um…" I said quietly.

"What is it, Kain?" the blond man asked. He took his place beside his friend who was apparently called Kain. I started to want to shrink back into the corner, to look away. There was nothing I could do, though. Even with every inch of my body crying out for me to retreat from this man, I could budge. It was like his stare pinned me down.

"He's telling the truth," Kain said, looking to his friend. I sagged with relief as his eyes flicked away from me. The momentary paralysis was gone.

"Really?" asked the man, sounding surprised.

Kain nodded but didn't say another word. The blond man frowned. It seemed that he'd expected me to be lying. It was probably because I was a demon. Angels tended to assume that demons were horrible. Well, most of them were. I can't say that wasn't true, but I didn't like the incessant condescendence I always felt when I was near angels. Granted I hadn't been around many—maybe I'd simply met condescending angels—but I could still tell that they considered themselves superior.

The man with blond hair took a deep breath and then turned to me. He leaned forward and looked at me, "What's your name?"

I stared at him. Was he trying to be friendly with me? It was hard to tell. "Um…"

"Seriously? Is it a hard one?" he asked. His tone was light. He leaned back again and crossed his arms over his chest. He flicked his head to the side so that the lock of his hair that had previously fallen over his right eye was out of the way. "My name's Elijah, but you can call me Elijah."

I stared at him, "Seriously?"

"Seriously." He raised an eyebrow and his blue eyes glinted in what little light surrounded us.

"You're really full of yourself, aren't you?" I said. Elijah took a step back. A look of pure horror crossed his face, "How could you say that?"

"Because its true," Kain mumbled.

Elijah took another step back and looked even more horrified, "I never though you, my good friend and companion would say that to me! You of all people!"

"I really want to take a needle and pop the giant balloon that is your ego," I mumbled.

He turned to me, "You've just crossed the line, Kid!"

"My name isn't 'Kid'. It's Judiyah," I said, standing up. I couldn't help but smile a little; I was a couple inches taller than Elijah. It was satisfactory to say the least.

Elijah frowned, "Don't look down on me just because you're taller. I'm going through a rough period right now. My best friend thinks that I'm a self-absorbed megalomaniac."

"I never said that," Kain grumbled. He was leaning peacefully against the wall as if nothing was the matter.

"But at least he still agrees with me about one thing!" Elijah announced proudly.

"What's that?" I deadpanned. Something about this guy really wore you out. It was like he was surrounded by a sunshine-filled aura that somehow sapped all your energy. Speaking of sunshine, his eyes shone when he next spoke.

"We both acknowledge my beauty!" Elijah said.

"Not on the inside," Kain said. Elijah looked like he'd just been stabbed in the face. Well, I guess it would be hard to look like you've been just stabbed in the face without actually undergoing said action. Let's go with slapped, that's actually possible. Anyways, he looked shocked.

"And the verbal assault isn't over," Elijah said. I was trying to think of a word that described him accurately. I had trouble because I didn't think that all of that could be summed up in one word. I fiddled with my hair and brainstormed.

"Drama queen," Kain said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I nodded.

"Just the word I was looking for. Well, technically two words, but it works," I said.

Kain nodded but didn't show any emotion on his face, "We should go."

"Kaaaaiiinnn," Elijah said, stretching his name out as long as possible.

"Grace," Kain said sternly.

Elijah suddenly straightened and nodded. All of a sudden he was serious. Somehow he seemed more…well…sane than earlier. Actually, with that sanity came a calm in which I was able to better examine him. He was actually very handsome. I guess the ego took away from that. It was the sort of handsome that blinded you and made you turn away. His hair was long and shone a brilliant golden color. His eyes were a piercing, deep blue color. I'm not saying that I'm very good at judging how attractive another guy is, but if I had to choose with a number from one to ten…11? The fact that he was wearing a pristine shirt that showed his clavicle—most likely another tactic to satisfy his ego—allowed me to make yet another observation. He was pretty muscled. Compared to me—I mostly consist of bones—his muscles were impressive.

Said muscles were nothing compared to Kain, though. Kain was also handsome, but in a different way. It was a subtle handsome that you wouldn't notice unless you really looked. He was tall and looked very strong. He had dark eyes and reddish-brown hair. His strong jaw made him look even manlier. I couldn't help but envy his strong build. If I were to guess, though, I would say that if we were to arm wrestle right there and then I would probably win. Though I looked weak, I was actually pretty strong.

"We've been told you bring you to Grace if we found that you were speaking the truth," Elijah said. He turned and left the room in silence, "Keep up or you'll get lost."

"Don't worry," Kain said as he passed by me. I followed them wondering whether Kain's words had mitigated my worries or magnified them.

We walked in silence. It was somewhat awkward at first, but soon I began to let my mind wander and I forgot that I was followed two angels through what seemed to be a labyrinth that, if abandoned, alone, and lost, I would most likely die in, (of old age, of course…maybe lack of sustenance).

Unfortunately, there was only place my restlessly wandering mind would go. Scarlet. I was full of relentless fear. Had she been discovered? If so, what would Satan do to her? Would I ever see her again? Occasionally I would remember our last moment together. My entire body would burn as I remember her lips…how she felt in my arms. I would sigh and Elijah would glance back at me. I'd look away, my face flushed. He'd stare at me for a few moments, a slight grin on his face.

Once, after this happened a few times, he'd had enough. He stopped walked and put his hands on his hips, "Who is she?"

I stared, "Who?"

"Your love," Kain said in an unnervingly monotone voice.

I took a step back, "Love?"

"You've been sighing constantly and you keep blushing. You're either in love with Kain, some girl, or me. I'm guessing that the last is the most likely," Elijah said.

I attempted to force my face to remain natural but I could feel my cheeks heating up, "Let's just go."

Elijah smiled, "He's like a little kid."

Kain sighed. "Are you in love also?" Elijah jested.

"I wish," Kain said almost inaudibly. I stared after him.

"Don't we all," Elijah said wistfully as he trailed after his friend. I stared after them. They were a strange duo, but somehow that made them seem…interesting in my eyes. Oddness can sometimes be a good thing.

~Grace~

I'd never really realized it, but Rin was adorable when he was sleeping. Of course, there was a small part of me that felt a burning desire to track down a sharpie and draw a mustache on his face while the opportunity was presenting itself, but I quickly stomped that part out with the figurative heel of my boot.

I turned over on my side and tried not to move my arm much. It was stolen and still hurt like a bitch whenever I tried to move it. I'd determined that it would be best not to try and lift my wounded extremity for the time being.

Rin mumbled something and I tried to understand what it was. Unfortunately I couldn't make sense of it. I smiled. Even though I had no idea what he'd said I couldn't help but find it cute. I sat up slowly and winced a bit when my arm twinged. I bit back the pain and eventually it faded. Rin was passed out in a chair beside my bed. It sort of reminded me of the time I'd broken my wing and he'd been right beside me, waiting for me to wake up.

I reached forward, (using my unscathed arm), and brushed some of his soft hair out of his eyes. His nose twitched and I laughed silently. I stood up and leaned close to his face. It memorized ever curve and line that made up his face. I guess that's something that you do when you're in love with someone. Even the tiniest things…you notice them.

I, slowly but surely, closed the distance between us. "Rin," I whispered, "Wake up." I kissed him softly, but he didn't react. I started to pull away, but, without opening his eyes, Rin reached forward and wrapped his strong arms around my waist. He pulled me snugly onto his lap and smiled against my lips. "Good morning," he whispered against my mouth. With that he kissed me again. This time, though, it was different. It wasn't a 'good morning' kiss. It was a 'I'm glad you're alive and that we're together again kiss'. If you don't know what that means 1) you've probably never been in love and 2) I'll give you some idea.

It was like the whole world revolved around the two of us. My entire body lit up and I felt uncontainable joy and ecstasy rise up coupled with limitless desire and something resembling insatiable hunger. I couldn't focus on anything but him and how his lips moved against mine. How his hands rushed greedily up and down my back as if they were searching for something. How his kisses slowly moved from my mouth to my jaw to my neck and then back up again. How it wasn't just me that was entranced. It was like he couldn't get enough of me, like if he were to let me go I'd disappear into the air. He murmured by name quietly against my skin, making me shiver. I whispered his name back. When his kisses slowed I still wanted more, but didn't protest. I curled up against his chest, careful of my arm, and closed my eyes.

"I love you," Rin whispered, "So much that it hurts me." I could hear that pain in his voice, but understood it. I felt the same.

I hid my face in his neck and his intoxicating scent drifted to my nose. I sighed and kissed right below his jaw, a spot I knew was sensitive. His whole body briefly quivered at my touch. "I wish we could stay like this forever," I said into the crook of his neck. I nibbled gently at his ear and he smiled, turning his head. He gazed at me and I closed my eyes, awaiting his kiss. To my surprise and utter delight, he kissed both of my eyelids gently and ran he fingers through my hair, "We can."

"Nothing lasts forever," I said, barely getting the words out before he kissed me again. His lips brushed mine when he next spoke.

"We will," he said.

I nodded and arched my head for another kiss. He consented and, this time, tipped my head back for a better angle. His fingers gentle slid down the back of my neck and tangled themselves in my hair. He ended the kiss, but our noses still touched.

I closed my eyes and slumped against his chest, taking his hands. He traced circles on the exposed skin of my shoulder. I smiled into his chest. "Yeah, we can," I muttered.

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