Random snipits from part three...

"How many lives were crushed in the name of justice and repentance? I wanted you to never have to go through that! How many people died in crusades, all in the name of God?" I cried out, turning to him almost pleading. I could tell the bindings on his wrists were getting tighter. The black nightshade was cutting into his delicate skin, making my panic grow.

Takeru looked up into my eyes, his blue depths reflecting so much betrayal and hate. "That was fanaticism, not religion Daisuke," he coughed as a section of the constricting plant wrapped its way around his neck.

"Do it now Daisuke!" my father boomed. "We don't need to turn him, we could just kill him and that would be the end of it! Make your decision!" I winced inwardly. The sword in my hands began to burn, a sign the time was almost near.

"I can't," I hissed, throwing it down. "I refuse to do your dirty work for you!" if I stall this long enough, Ken's decision would come and I wouldn't have to hurt him.

"His blood is on your hands now!" father stated calmly, walking over to Takeru, stepping behind him. The sword came dangerously close to his throat and my eyes widened. He wouldn't… "You started this Daisuke, and you will finish it!"

"It's almost time," Ken stated calmly. His eyes were impassive and brilliant. He looked the part of the angel, fitting the description to a tee. He was wearing the metallic and shimmering steel gray, the colors of the leading angel. He was a Seraphim, the most pure and holy creatures.

Before I could blink, my father grabbed me by the neck, lifting me over to where Takeru was. The blond and were at eye level as my father spoke. "You disappoint me Daisuke. But I was expecting this to happen. Good or bad, everyone ends up in the same place after they die. It's up to them where they go after they hit that place. When I was cast out of heaven, I cheated the latter option."

"What about your son?" Takeru questioned as his eyes burned. "Don't you even have a little compassion in you?"

"Compassion? I can't even remember the last time that emotion coursed through my veins," with that, he took the sword of Amos and stabbed me, ripping a hole in my stomach. My eyes bulged, but I was in too much pain to scream.

"Daisuke!" Takeru screamed, struggling to free himself. My head sagged as I felt the life being drained from me. I didn't want to die like this. Not in front of him.

"Insubordinate mistake," he hissed him my ear, reaching into me to grasp at Zbef. As soon as my Inner Demon was tugged out of me, my vision blurred. I was almost gone.

"Say his name…" I coughed, my head finally rolling over.

"I don't have that guilt on me anymore," my father said as he stabbed me in the back, the sword petruding from my stomach.

"Zbef!" Takeru shouted as my father lifted Amos' sword back, thrusting it into his stomach. The blond cried out in pain, but it was too late. Zbef had already entered him, keeping him safe. But my blood was in him. Using the last of my strength, I looked up at Takeru, smiling slightly, trying to reassure him everything would turn out all right. But even he could see through that.

"I love you Daisuke," he whispered, wincing as my father turned the blade sharply.

"I love you too," I coughed, my eyes drooping shut. It was there I died for the last time, facing my personal Jesus. The boy I grew to love more than anything. Even afterward I could still hear him scream out as my father slid my across the blood drenched blade and snapped my neck for good measure. I was gone and it was all up to Ken now.

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"Daisuke no!" I cried as he dropped to the ground lifelessly.

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