Hey Lavi, did you know?

That 'goodbye' is short for 'God be with ye'

The wind blew steadily as the duo walked along the heavenly garden. Lavi held his tongue as he walked side by side with Neah, the grandest being of all Heaven above. The seraphic being was looking solemn as he led the way to a deserted corner, where a dainty pavilion was surrounded by crystal clear water.

"I knew this day would come," Neah broke the pregnant silence with such sadness in his voice that it made people want to hang their head in shame.

But Lavi was a Demon Lord, first and foremost. So his first reaction towards Neah's confession was to get angry. "If you expected this, why didn't you do anything? Is it normal for a parent to see their children fight? Why have wars in the first place? Why put us demons in the picture? Why…" Lavi rambled on, trying to reign in his growing frustrations. He was never good with words. He didn't need to be; he always had Allen to depend on regarding this sort of diplomacy. The very thought that Allen was still in trouble made Lavi see red once more as he glared vehemently at the one who everyone had blindly loved.

Neah sighed as if he read Lavi's mind and unspoken words of wrath, "because they chose this.. My gift to creation is free will. And free will was also the angels' choice," the one called God looked around, his noble voice dropping to a calm whisper, "I first made Mana in My own image. He was to become a role model for his younger brethren... But I saw the darkness that dwelled inside of him. So I made Allen the last; he was created to balance Mana out,"

"Allen's in trouble and the world that you created is going to be destroyed. If you don't do anything, there will be nothing left!"

"And if I interfere, I'll be taking away free will itself!" Neah argued back angrily, his enormous wings opened to reveal its majesty, "Don't you get it, Lavi? No matter what happens, I can't help them directly!"

Lavi bravely stood his ground against the very being that started Creation itself, staring stubbornly into his eyes, "So you're just going to stand by and watch Allen die?"

Neah quipped his eyebrow up as he mused, "Why do you care about Allen so much? Why do you want to save him? Remember, you can't lie to God,"

"Because he's my best friend!" Lavi said honestly.

But that wasn't enough to satisfy Neah apparently. The mighty angel pushed further, "Even when you know that he can't love you? Why would a Demon Lord come meet me face-to-face? Why go through so much trouble for one tiny angel like him when I can make thousands more with a snap of my finger?"

Neah's insistent questions slapped Lavi inwardly, making the Demon Lord clench his fists tightly by his sides. His black wings sharpened due to instinct, but Lavi didn't bother with such trivial things. He didn't know how to answer Neah truthfully. If he simply answered Neah's questions casually without thinking hard, he might lie and would certainly be casted away from Heaven. He stood still as he futilely pondered; knowing that he still couldn't find the real answer even if the solution was directly in front of him.

Something inside him told him to turn his head, and Lavi's heart skipped a beat when his one eye saw the angelic Allen standing just a small distance away from him. Allen was like a transparent mirage, but there was no denying the beauty that was Saint Allen Walker himself. Allen looked melancholy, his white wings curled slowly around his lithe body protectively. Lavi saw another mirage of the angel Mana standing before the Allen image, the other angel speaking unsound words that made Allen step back in fear. Lavi stretched out his hand towards the scared angel, but his hand was not enough to reach his beloved.

Allen…

Lavi stopped thinking with his head and did what everyone else advised him to do; he listened to his heart.

He gave up trying to come out with elaborate words as he kept his eye on Allen, deciding to stick to what he knew best, "I chose Allen because I love him…" Lavi willingly allowed his emotions to speak for him, "To me, Allen is my God,"

Neah crossed his arms as his depressed face melted into a knowing smirk, "if he is your 'God', then who you are to him?"

"Nothing much, actually," Lavi forced himself to look back at Neah, "I'm just his heroic best friend,"

Neah shook his head, feeling a mixture of both amusement and sorrow for what was to come. He placed his palm on Lavi's forehead as he blessed the Demon Lord, "I can only give Allen back the means to end this…" Neah opened his eyes and Lavi immediately knew something was wrong. Before he could asked, Neah pushed Lavi back and said his parting words wistfully, "I'm sorry, Lavi,"

"Lavi!" Allen's voice called out in shock as he saw Lavi appearing out of nowhere, "How'd you come here?!"

Moving by instinct, Lavi embraced Allen and hugged the smaller angel tightly. His mouth was speaking words that he did not thought of as he whispered into Allen's ear, "You know what to do, Allen,"

Lavi had finally fulfilled his role as the Messenger of God.

As soon as Lavi finished sending God's message, the angel's curse lifted and his heart's seal broke into tiny pieces. Allen gasped as his angelic powers restored to its original self, feeling powerful and thrumming with energy. His white cloak was summoned as a beautiful golden halo floated just behind Allen's silvery head, the angel's wings covered with a thin veil of small stars. Allen felt his mask covering his eyes, his bond between him and his Father reunited to its fullest. Saint Allen Walker of the Holy Guardians knew what he had to do, as per his gracious Father's message.

"No.. No, Allen!" Lavi grasped the newly-awakened Allen by the arms, "Don't do this, Allen! Don't go-"

His pleading words were silenced by Allen's kiss. All thought left Lavi's mind as he quickly returned the kiss like it was impossible to deny Allen otherwise. He threw everything he had and felt towards the one passionate kiss, feeling Allen doing the same as the angel's arms circled around his neck to pull him closer. Lavi's own arms closed around Allen's waist, not wanting to break the kiss for anything in the world right now. Lavi kissed hard and lovingly as he felt his heart yearning for something so precious yet terribly unreachable as the angelic Allen.

"I love you, Lavi," Allen whispered reverently when they broke apart, but each sharing the other's breathing space.

Lavi hated everything that was standing in their way right now. He hated Neah for making him a messenger of bad omens. He hated that he was useless and helpless to help Allen. He hated that he was forced to leave his beloved angel. He hated knowing that that was what he had to do in order to save the world. He hated choosing between saving the one he loved and the millions of the world. He just hated being the hero.

But there was only thing that the heartless Demon Lord can never bring himself to hate.

"I love you, Allen…"Lavi let out his tears as he opened out his palms to reveal Neah's parting spell. Lavi was torn away from Allen, the teleportation spell taking him out of the dome where it was safe. Lavi had fulfilled his heavenly role perfectly. Now he had one last job to do that can only be done from the outside.

The angel's first instincts were to follow Lavi away from this accursed place, but he knew that his duty lied someplace else. He had to stop Mana by himself. He was the only one that could do it. Allen watched patiently as his Father hugged Mana dearly. "Time to come home, child," God commanded. His word was always law in the minds of His creations.

Allen unsheathed his holistic weapon for the first time since The Falling; the weapon was sealed inside his heart until now. The broadsword was a direct opposite of Mana's own sword; Allen's own cross was painted black as the angel lifted the weapon at the ready. Allen was the last angel to be created while Mana was the first. Allen was the imagery of purity while Mana was the epitome of perfection. Two of the same kind, but of different views and standings. While one stood for their Father's faith, the other fought for Father's glory. They can never see eye to eye, regardless that they were brought up from the same place and the blood that flowed between them were of the same kind. Allen calmly voiced out his challenge to his own traitorous brother, "you were made in Father's image, but I was made in His spirit. Come, brother, let us end this,"

And the two angels clashed for the belief that they prided themselves for.

ooooooh, my heart! Allen! I hope this chapter is up to your standards! If you still have any questions, have no fear! We've almost come to the end of my longest/super awesome story. The next chapter is the last chapter and the prologue, so everything will be explained there! Wow, we're nearly done?! Holy Angels, that was fast T.T

I'm sorry for this late update, I've been swamped with assignments and I was quite busy. I'll try my best to finish up the prologue (I still cannot believe that I'm nearly done!), so I do hope you be patient with me for one last time! Again, your reviews and comments are truly appreciated by me. They make my world all the more happier to be in haha Have a great weekend! =D