I'M A HORRIBLE PERSON! I know I haven't updated in forever... and that this chapter is pathetically short... what can I say? Writers block is a bitch. I really do owe you guys an apology with this extremely overdue chapter... I'll be moving houses soon and the next might come a little bit on the late side too.

I know this chapter is short but a lot happens in it content wise. As in... the identity of the Servant is finally revealed! The head of the cult is finally shown!

This part of the story is quickly coming to a close but the final part, part three, will start again afterwards. I'm also thinking that once I've offically finished All The Fragile Ones I'll do a small tie-in One Shot story on another song in the series A Tale of Six Trillion Years & An Overnight Story is from, Reincarnation. I highly suggest you watch it.

Please forgive me for this terribly over-due and... depressing update.

~Tiruneko ;3

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The heavy door made of nine-inch thick concrete slides open with a loud and booming clang. The blonde staggers to his feet, fists clenched. His eye adjusts slowly to the sudden change in lighting and the door behind the figure slides closed. Crimson red hair flows outwards like a veil behind the un-naturally and un-healthily thin girl with hollow eyes. Around her shoulders is a long and elegant black dress. Miki smiles hollowly.

"Miki…" Oliver's dirtied and gaunt features relax slightly. Lights stay on twenty-four seven, and all concept of time has long since dissipated. Her head tips back slightly and she steps forward. Oliver steps backward.

"I- I'm so, so sorry." She says quickly, her voice different somehow.

"What did they do to you… you used to be a good person, Miki. You used to be kind. What you did… that was an execution. Now… we're all going to die." Oliver is dark and his eyes are soft as a pain unlike any other rips at his heart.

"They- they didn't do anything to me." She steps forward slowly, inching towards him with her bony and pale arm outstretched. Oliver tenses and tips his head slightly upwards, struggling to keep his expression blank and cold as Miki's all too frigid finger tips stroke against the side of his face, gradually moving upwards to his eye bandage. "They just showed me the end."

"End?"

Miki nods and tears swim in her eyes as she rubs her thumb against his cheek. "I'm… trying to do the right thing."

"The right thing? Handing me, Yuuma, and Lapis over to be executed?" Oliver chokes on his own words, feeling tears sting at his own eyes. Miki exhales with a shuddering breath and nods, eyes shimmering, lips peeling into a pathetic looking smile.

"Yes." There is a long pause lasting an eternity. "Oliver… there are no miracles in this world. Kindness is just more pain wrapped up in a pretty bow. They've shown me what the world will come too… they've shown me the End. This death… is the only way I can save you." One tear rolls over her cheek and hits the floor. Neither even breathe. "Please… let me save you." Before Oliver can speak, she cuts him off with her teary voice and pleading expression. "Let me save you, for once in my endless life!"

"Miki… you're killing me." He whispers. She nods. A tiny metallic beep hits the room and Miki lowers her arm to hold Oliver's hand, raising it and pressing it against her own cheek.

"I'm killing the world."

Oliver allows her to flatten his palm against her deathly cold skin and her eyes flutter closed. Her mouth opens slightly and a ragged breath escapes her lips. She hiccups. A realization hits the blonde square in the chest. He lowers his head slightly and he doesn't dare break eye contact.

"This is goodbye, isn't it?" He asks, his voice barely audible. Miki nods, leaning into his hand a little like a cat waiting to be caressed.

"Do you hate me…?"

He doesn't have a response. She's sentencing him to his death and has delivered her own kind to their greatest enemies. Willingly. There's so much he wants to scream. So much he wants to cry for, so much he wants to hate her for. But she looks so broken. All of the times they spent together as children, all of the adventures they had, all of the moments they had shared seem only like dreams. Does the world even contain happiness? A happiness they'd all be able to share in? Oliver knows the answer. And as much as he tries to find it in him to give into this anger, this frustration and betrayal… he just can't.

"…no."

Miki hiccups again.

"When you… when you see her again… please… tell her to dream of me. Tell her to-to…" her voice cracks. "…to forgive me. I-I… I hope you can find some peace… the peace I'll never have. T-this is what I'm giving you." Her eyes well and salty warm liquid spills in between their fingers, still pressed to her cheek. Oliver nods, face frozen stoic. "And… for me… can you- can you promise me something?"

This is really it.

"Of course." His own voice is wavering now.

"Promise me… you'll remember the person I used to be. Maybe then… I'll be able to live on in some way… in some peace."

"Always." Oliver whispers.

"We'll never meet again. So…" She inhales deeply, the tears dissipating from her empty red eyes. Her pink lips curl open into a grin. "Goodbye!"

"G-goodbye, Miki." The red eyed red head drops his hand and turns, walking towards the door. She rests her palm gently against the concrete, waiting for it to open. "W-wait- Miki, what's the End?"

Without turning back, or even looking behind her shoulder, Miki finds it in her to answer. "The day the world dies."

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"Where are you taking me?!" Lapis screams at the top of her lungs into the darkness around her. A blindfold is strapped heavily against her eyes, sending pain searing throughout her skin and scalp. Her hands are bound and she's walking. She's been walking for what seems like hours now. No one is touching her, or leading her, but whenever she stops or falters, or tries to move a different direction, an electric shock ricochets throughout her spine and to every corner of her being.

She'll get the same answer to her question as she has been getting. Silence.

Then there is a noise. It sounds like gates opening and now her footsteps echo. The blindfold suddenly just falls off of her, fluttering to the ground and hitting her bare feet.

Her first day in the facility she had been forced to put on a sleeve-less white dress reaching her knees with a blue train off of the back, floating out behind her.

She allows her eyes to adjust. The room is incredible. It's large, large like nothing she's ever seen. The ceiling extends upwards seemingly forever and the walls are a deep amber, the color of fire. Every few yards or so there is a torch sporting yellowy golden light. Heavenly, almost. Her feet chill and curl against the cold white floor that gradually blends in with the shade of the walls the further out it extends. Lapis is standing just to the right of the pure white strip of floor, towards the amber sky and walls.

She can see the sunset far, far above her. Deep red and orange, flaming pink and yellow. Warm light spilling out from the cloud filled air. Suddenly, for the first time in so very, very long, Lapis feels so incredibly small.

At the very head of the room, extending as far out as she can see, are pure, gleaming white steps, and at the head of this elevated ground, on a throne of pure white and warm gold as she's never seen, is a woman.

She is tall and thin, dressed in the most elegant white and blue dress. She looks like the sky. Her hair is chin length and a fierce neon blue, her eyes are the same. And wrapped around her neck is a light blue scarf almost longer than her legs.

Lapis' breath hitches and she utters one word.

"Mom?"

"Hello, Lapis." Kaiko Aoki stands and smiles down at her daughter, outstretching her arms out to her sides. "Welcome to the gate of heaven."

"N-no…" Lapis staggers backwards. "Y-you died…"

"Oh, sweetie, no. I was reborn." Her voice is milky, sweet, warm, and carries its own rhythm. She slowly begins to descend the steps. "I was reborn… as the Servant of God."

"Y-you're… you're the Servant. You're..."

"The earthly hand of God. And, my daughter, you have strayed from his light. To be blunt, I was quite surprised when I found out what you had been up to in my absence. Working with the Demon Spawn? My Lapis? I never saw you as being that bold. But…" Kaiko spins gracefully, head craned upwards to the ceiling. "The Lord has given you a different path…" She sighs. "…and after all I've done for you."

Lapis can't even blink. Slowly, she raises her finger to touch the gem around her neck. Her mother's necklace.

"W-what happens now?" She says softly, almost as if she was daring herself to speak.

"Retribution." Her mother pauses and continues her descent. "A sacrifice will be delivered… a celebration will be held… the End is nearing and we've never been better prepared. The traitors, the boy of the sacred city and the one with blinded sight, will atone."

"You're going to kill them."

"Very clever indeed, my daughter."

The blue haired beauty inhales deeply, gaining a new determination, a new strength and confidence unlike anything she's ever felt. Her face goes stoic and she forces her tears away. "And what of me?"

"You're a clever girl… I have faith…" Her mother reaches for something. "…that you'll figure it out."

A gunshot snaps through the air, shattering the world. With a spray of blood and a heavy thud of weight hitting the ground, the world falls silent. Lapis' soul-less eyes stare out into oblivion as blood runs down her face from the bullet hole in between her eyes.

Her right hand falls, splayed outwards, as if grasping for something just out of her reach, something that she'll never, ever grasp.

A warmth after a rain that she'll never, ever feel.