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"No, wait" Elabeth said as more stones and blocks of marbles fell by the sheer power of her voice. Clutching her fists Elabeth tried to clam down, knowing full well the consequences if she did not, her power would leak unbidden into her voice out of her control and that wouldn?t do at all especially with Aspasia still in the chapel

"Wait" she repeated calmly almost pleadingly, staring at his retreating back

At his comment Elabet laughed bitterly "you were counting on my help? What help? To get yourself killed more quickly? Don't you know that my life too, hangs on an ever thinning thread?" Then turning away from him, with eyes ablaze she said "and what about when I was counting on your help? Where was my family when I had nothing left? Living a new life, when mine had been destroyed trying to save your brother's. What did your father do, Xaladin, he who said to love me as his own daughter? Would you leave your own daughter on the run with her life?" At that moment all the bitterness and hurt she had locked deep in the vaults of her heart spilled forth from her lips. Her face was paler than the palest moonlight, her hair hung limply about her face, her eyes held a haunted look and somewhere a window cracked. Showers of fragmented glass came pouring down on her, scratching her cruelly, spilling tiny droplets of her blood.

The sharp pain of glass tearing at her skin brought Elabeth somewhat to her senses. She looked down at her hands and saw the bitter scratches still dripping with her blood. She sighed, reprimanding herself for her carelessness, for she knew that it will be hours before her skin would stop bleeding and heal itself. This is why she never engaged in combat battle, physically she was too weak and what's more now after the curse something strange happened to her, slowing down her body's healing processes.

Brushing a piece of her hair away from her scratched face she looked thoughtfully into Xaladin's eyes and weighing her words carefully she said, "yes I'm sorry I know you 're not your father, forgive me. I should not blame you for what happened. Maybe I could help you find another healer, a human physic maybe...?" Her voice was steady now, convinced and decided, but anyone who knew her well would have seen doubt still clinging to her conscious, darkening her clear emerald eyes. For she was still pondering what she should do, she couldn't help him, she was too afraid of failing once again, for she still cared about him and somehow she still felt a certain sense of protectiveness, and yet? he abandoned her didn't he? He was all grown up now why didn't he look for her before? She was also preoccupied with what Lucifer and demoniac world would think if she healed a fellow demon, surely that would bind her to their cause

"I... um.. well ..you..." She muttered incoherently to the stillness of the chapel. For the first time in her long life Elabeth was left speechless, not knowing what to answer. She sighed irritably wishing with all her heart that such a decision was never laid on her, wishing that she too had died in the battle that day and then she wouldn't have to live to see such times. Then out of the depths of time she recalled Orion's voice, a memory whispering in the dark "it is not for us to decide in which time to be born but what to do with the time given to us". She had two choices to help Xaladin and enter the pits of hell or to flee, run and live in exile, in loneliness and bitterness stretching her life a bit further, living without a reason.

She shifted her gaze to Xaladin's eyes. He stood still before her, silent, cold and desperate yet his eyes held so much trust and faith. In locking her gaze with his all her doubts were shattered away.

Everything was still, everything was quiet and the silence of that night groped around them, falling round the chapel like a tangible shroud of darkness. A drop of her own blood fell on Elabeth's lips; unconsciously she licked it away tasting its bitter sweet taste on her tongue. Elabeth walked up to Xaladin and touching his arm slightly she said "I will come. Though I do not now the way.."

Before following Demyx out into the rain Elabeth gave the chapel one last look and her gaze lingered on Aspasia still unmoving against the wall. Then smiling slightly at her Elabeth walked down the aisle after Demyx, humming a slow strange tune and masking her scratches to any eye. Winching slightly at the pain she was causing herself Elabeth exited into the deserted streets ready for her first glimpse of hell

(( continued in hell ))

Aspasia watched as they left and covered herself in mist as she made her exit. She opened her wings and flew back to her home in Mt. Karza.

As Sangua opened her eyes she found herself naked floating in the middle of nowhere and what it seemed like a white gleaming place. Her senses were really weak and she couldn't get hold of herself, in her head she could ear a faint peaceful tune her heart beat was like a soft raindrop falling gently on a frozen stalactite, in the distance she smelled a sweet smell, that insatantly remined her of childhood and then she closed her eyes savouring the moment, as silent thoughts ran slowly into her mind. "where am i? who ami? what am I? In all my life i've been fighting, fighting to get control over myself. Fighting to understand who am i. I was always tying to search in for the light. That light. The one i used to know, the one i used to taste. I'm searching for the light that help me see the elegant moon and the enchanting stars in the middle of a dark night, to help me hear again the symphony of the wind in the middle of a hurricane, to help me here the notes of a falling death petal, to help me see the hope in the eyes of all the humans who suffer because of war, because of hatred, because of greed.

Every single moment of my life was about me trying to unchain myself from the negatitvity that lucifer had poured on me, every single moment was about me trying to be able to open my wings again and feel the rain on my body, mindless of me getting wet, of me feeling stupid, of me feeling like i was human. From that day when i was tainted, i hated humans more then ever. I hated them because they were weak and easily corrupted. But what i really hated was myself, for i wasn't any better. They reminded me of myself uncotrolled and taken by darkness and yes i now admit: i liked feeling dark, feeling powerful, feeling feared. Humans have their own demons to fight, and i have mine.

Everyone, Every creature has some good and some bad, and sometimes the bad is good in itself because i feel like darkness and sadness are my muse whenever i want to play the flute, that is the key: bad in itself is bad if we want it to be. I've decided, i'm going to fly again, i'm going to unleash these bonds, i'm going to be free and run back to god's laps, like i did whenever hurt myself when i was young. i'm going back home."