Kevin was still with Michael. He was still working on a way to keep the Rift between the worlds open. That was his focus- open another Rift; a better one. He had to focus on that. He was tired, but he had to focus. He couldn't allow any distractions.

Mary had been a distraction. She was moved to one of the most warded cells in the compound. Michael wasn't certain whether or not anyone would try to come for her, but he didn't want to risk it. She was a valuable asset. She was still providing useful information as to life and society on the other side, apparently.

Kevin hadn't seen her in a while. He wasn't permitted to see her anymore. He was supposed to focus and work, that was his mission. Improve the spell. Make it better. Get everyone through.

See his wife again.

Earn themselves some peace in their lives.

Thoughts like that were what spurred him on. All she wanted was peace for people. All she worked towards was peace for people. Protection for people.

She… She…

Kevin's head started to erupt in pain. She'd wanted peace. She believed in a better world. She… She… She'd worked with an angel too. She'd been alright with working with an angel. She'd believed that not everything was as black and white as we thought.

Angels had… hadn't… had? Hadn't. They hadn't been what executed her. It was demons. An angel was trying to save her. An angel had tried and failed.

He felt the memory coming on him vividly, almost painfully. They were running. A horde of angels and demons had started fighting out in… somewhere. They had to run. They couldn't survive.

She'd stopped. She had stopped, and Kevin hadn't noticed. She was usually faster than him. She had been right behind him. Kevin had turned to check just in time to see her die. It'd been a… a…

An angel?

No, Michael said that it was a demon. He could see the demon when he looked. It was dark. It had horns. It stabbed her with a blade. It stabbed her in the stomach. Afterwards, it looked over at Kevin and smiled. It's eyes were sharp and intelligent.

He blinked, and the demon wasn't a demon anymore. The demon was a person. Tall. Dark. Armored. Silver blade. It stabbed Kylie in the stomach. It looked over at Kevin and smiled. Its eyes were familiar, in his mind. Familiar to something now.

Kevin gripped his head in pain, groaning.

"Prophet!" Michael boomed. Kevin did his best to right himself, but the pain in his head was getting to be a lot. He'd just been looking at the tablet for too long. He'd just been looking for too long.

But when he closed his eyes, he couldn't tell who he was seeing. A demon, or an angel? He could barely see Kylie in the memory anymore. It was too confusing, too much…

"Prophet!" Michael shouted again, this time right next to him. Kevin looked up at him. For a moment, when he looked up he was looking back through the memory. He was looking at Michael, smirking at him from afar. Kevin blinked, and it was a demon that looked a surprising amount like Michael.

"You…" Kevin took a ragged breath, trying to get his brain back under control. "I saw you…" He started. He could think clearly for once. He hadn't been thinking clearly in… God, he didn't even know how long. What was he doing here? Why was he here? He left people behind. Good people.

His wife was dead, and he was working for the guys that killed her goddammit!

"What do you mean?" Michael asked. Kevin stood up, angry.

"You bastard!" He screeched, filled with rage. He killed her! He took Kevin here! He'd been screwing with Kevin's mind for God knows how long! Kevin felt as though he exploded from his chair, surging forwards to attack the archangel.

Unsurprisingly, it didn't work.

Michael gripped him by the front of his neck with ease, lifting the prophet up into the air. "What do you think you're doing?" Michael challenged.

"Screw you!" Kevin choked the words out, spitting on the angel. Michael wiped it off angrily with his free hand.

"I believe that you misunderstand your place." Michael stated. His grip tightened on Kevin's neck. "You are a Prophet of the Lord. You are the property of the Holy Host, and those who serve God." He cocked his head to the side, smirking. It was the same smirk he'd given Kevin when he'd stabbed Kylie. "You belong to me, you pitiful ape."

"I'd rather die." Kevin said the words firmly. Saying those words with clarity made him feel better.

"Oh, I'd rather you die too." Michael agreed. For a moment, Kevin felt hope. If he was dead, then Michael was stuck here. If he was dead, then Michael was screwed. Maybe he'd do it. Maybe he'd kill him.

His hopes were dashed at Michael's next words, though. "Too bad I still need you." Michael dropped Kevin on the ground, leaving him gasping for air. He didn't get a chance to move away until Michael's hands were on his temples.

Kevin howled in pain. He could see memories screeching by him. Everything about Metatron, gone. His memories of Kylie, fuzzy and driving in his mind.

"No!" Kevin screamed. "Not again!" It didn't matter, though. As hard as Kevin pushed, Michael responded tenfold. Michael. The weapon. Michael… Had he been there? He had been so certain it had been an angel, but… Michael had shown him the memory again. It was a demon. It was hard to see him, but it was a demon.

Kevin was certain of it. And Kylie… His wife. He had to make it through. He had to get a world open to bring her to. Michael was bringing her back. Kylie had believed that not all angels were bad angels. She believed in the angels.

Kevin was doing this for her. He was going to get them out of a world full of demons. He was going to help. Kevin was doing the right thing. He was a Prophet of the Lord, after all.

He woke up from a memory, seeing Kylie fall in his mind. A demon had killed her. It had been a while ago. But Michael was bringing her back.

Kevin looked at where he'd fallen asleep. It was at his desk again. The angels didn't get why he needed one, but it was useful. It helped him focus. He had to focus. He had to keep working.

He had to get them out of a world full of so many demons. Demons had killed her. He had to keep going.

He took a breath, shaking his head. He'd been awake without sleep for a while. His brain always felt fuzzy, now. It was hard to focus.

He had to focus. He couldn't be distracted. He may be tired, but he had to keep going.