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Rated M - For Strong Language, Blood and Violence and other stuff.

"Talking"

"Thoughts"

[Jutsus, Techniques, and Spells]

"[Arc 2: The Uchiha Family: Chapter 1: Reunion]"

The tedious, enveloping darkness and the silent gravely imminent approaching night, the clouds lay low covering the world in its blanket.

A man sat alone, his back against a almost divine Sakura tree, the shadow of that tree protecting him from plain sight, the leafs of the tree rustled wearily every time the wind rushed in, as if hating on the damned wind for always breaking the silence, almost savouring the menacing, oppressing atmosphere that threatened the frame surrounding him, a singularly leaf found itself dropping down, momentarily rising to have a taste of its freedom.

His power being restricted by his creator, it slowly started to fall down, the man opened a shining single blue eye with a ripple pattern as he watched the leaf falling to its death. The leaf was just like humans, devils and whatever supernatural being that you could find. It's a deplorable and revolting nature, the ravenous and sickening personality, momentarily rising to its highest achievement before falling to its amusing demise. The man chuckled lightly as he envisioned himself being once like that.

The cessation of a person was to be expected, the long nails that dug through you, touching your very core, your spirit being defiled and thoroughly checked through.

The Shinigami was one not to be messed with, well of course except for him and some few chosen, his nature and power naturally repelled the shinigami's because of him being an actual servant of a God -- no, not the fake one that leads the Angel Faction or those other Gods of all of mythologys that exist throughout the world or worlds — but a real God, a being with never ending power, infinity, that could at a whim destroy anything; Planets, Stars, Galaxies, Universes, Multi-Verses and even whole Dimensions if he so wished. He had lived long as it was, and had the chance to witness all of those things in front of his very own eyes.

He had escaped the judgement of God of Heaven, and the Death Reaper itself thanks to the power that that God had given him.

Everyone feared that being as the most vile, the most strongest, and the most evil being to have ever grace the world.

He who single-handily stopped the "Great War" between the three biblical fictions, killed the two Heavenly Dragons: Beings that are said that have enough power to destroy Earth 7 times over, killed two of the original Devil Kings and stopped the "Devil Civil War" and brought true peace to this world who was rotting from its own people.

Everyone revered that being as a Savior and as a God.

His name; Madara Uchiha.

A God who no one didn't know of until the moment he appeared in Great War saving multiple people who were not directly involved in the Great War from the clutches of the Devils and monsters who were summoned by other worlds by the Devils who thought that they could have the advantage against the other two fictions.

He was one of the victims and on one of the people Madara had saved. He still remembers that moment-- the saddest and yet at the same time the happiest moment of his life.

"[Flashback]"

'''Nooo! You can't! You can't leave me!''

He pleaded in anguish as his eyes burned with the rate of his tears that fell.

''Ah..'' A soft, feminine finger traced his cheek causing the boy to tearfully look towards the woman, his mother, who weakly opened her eyes and smiled. ''It seems that... it-it's my time to m-move on.'' She rasped while coughing up blood. ''It.. it's m-much earlier than i would l-like. I'm sorry, Arlind, i'll be leaving you a-alone.'' More blood escaped her lips as her breathing grew slower and slower until it eventually just stopped.

Her fingers that were lightly caressing his face fell limply to the ground.

Arlind's eyes widened as it happened. ''No! No, no, no, no, NO!'' He lifted her with trembling hands and cradled the corpse of his mother as her heart had stopped beating. ''M...Mom? Please.. don't leave me.. I don't want to be a-alone..'' He choked as he did his best to not outright cry out in anguish.

It was only after moments passed wherein he didn't move that realization finally set in. His mother was dead and he was truly alone. All alone in this fucked up world he lived in.

He didn't even get time to mourn as rubble that surrounded them was pushed to the side.

''Look! Look what we have here fellas a boy and his mother all by himself.

Fear gripped Arlind's heart as he looked at the newcomers and swallowed audibly as his eyes landed on them. They were small and ugly, their skin was disgustingly green and their noses crooked with pointed ears. They were naked for the exception of the loincloth they wore and each of them carried a weapon, a dagger for the most part.

''Oooh! She looks nice and if we're quick she might still be warm.

One of them said to the rest and he licked his lips at the prospect.

He could only glare at them with eyes filled with pure hatred as he held his mom on his chest.

One of the disgusting creatures extended his arm trying to catch his mom, but in the same moment the creatures that were surrounding him became nothing more that a downpour of blood.

In front of him was a man with black onyx that seemed like they were piercing through his soul, waist-length hair, with shoulder-length bangs framing the sides of his face, covering most of his right eye. He is wearing a crimson armour with numerous metal plates, forming protective guards along his chest, waist, shoulders and thighs. In his back stood a gigantic fan and in his right hand was a pitch black sword.

The moment that man locked his gaze with Arlind's, he froze. "I can't move." He felt terrified, so much that he couldn't even move, even more terrified than with the disgusting green creatures. His eyes so cold — colder than the ice of Antarctica.

The man stared approaching him and when he was in front of him he knelt on one knee.

"Don't worry, I bring no harm. I'm here to save you. Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Arlind swallowed a bit of saliva and answered. "No sir. I am okay..." He lowered his gaze on the woman who he was still holding on his chest. "...Thanks to my mom and you.

"What your name boy?"

The man asked as his eyes soften a bit and gave a small smile which made Arlind feel a bit more relaxed.

"Arlind. No last name -- just Arlind. What's yours, Sir?"

"Madara... Madara Uchiha. Do you want to come with me?"

Arlind's eyes widen a bit. "What do you mean by that?"

Madara sighed.

"I asked; do you want to come with me to my house? I am not going to leave a child who just lost his only parent alone with the kinds of this disgusting creatures." He extended his arm towards Arlind.

"Yes, I want to come with you. Thank you.

"[Flashback End]"

He got up, taking a few steps, the shadow of the tree that was covering his appearance disappeared, revealing a handsome man in his early twenties who had white hair and pale skin, blue eyes with a ripple pattern, a full-bodied black garment with black pants, gloves, and boots, over which he wore a flowing white robe with six black magatama markings across his chest and the familiar pattern of a black Rinnegan and nine black magatama markings in rows of three on his back. A grey horn-like protrusions grew out of his left temple and overlapped his forehead akin to a protector with an upward-curve on the right temple, giving him an overall appearance very similar to that of a Demon.

He hung his head low as walked through the barren landscape, the hearth that burned ground making his nostrils flare. He's body seemed to give the new meaning of "Godly" as the landscape cracked under the small power he let out. He's feet having a fury purple aura that spoke lengths of his strength.

He looked up and saw the result. The landscape couldn't even be recognised anymore, the huge cracks that stretched for miles on end, the abyss deep gaps in between them that had hands coming from inside it.

Flicking a finger, a distortion that ripped open, a pocket portal that was the size of a human appeared.

Walking out of the other side, the human civilisation was before him, multiple tall buildings that had him questioning humans. Cars that wasn't even needed. He could travel into another universe whenever he wanted.

Though it was illegal, without Madara's permission of course. He would never disobey that man, he doesn't even dream or think about it, he had pledged undying loyalty to that man. To that man: To his Savior.

Arlind walked to his destination of mountain Fuji. The mountain that he loved to stand on, the peak always made him calm down. Relax his nerv-

He nearly had a whiplash, when he turned his neck to the direction where he felt energy, a Fallen Angel's Energy. He smiled a bit, he could have some fun with a surely arrogant person that loved to hurt people sadistically.

He wasn't fond of them after all. Besides the amount of hate reeking of them was filling his nostrils. He could smell and sense any energy even of a small ant if he so desired. Not like he would do that.

And with that he got inside the portal.

"Ne, Ise-kun.

"What is it Yuuma-chan?" Ise asked his date, Yuuma Amano.

Yuuma smiled normally, but even someone as clueless as Ise can sense that something is behind that usual cheery smile. "There is something I want to do to celebrate our first date. Will you listen to my wish?" She puts her hand behind her back before approaching Ise.

Ise blushed furiously thinking that he will get the thing he is thinking, a kiss from his cute girlfriend.

"W-What mis that w-w-wish that you want?" He stuttered nervously.

Yuuma approached Issei... before smiling coldly. She brought her lips close to her so-called boyfriend's ear and whispered.

"Will you die for me?"

Issei jerked back in surprise before he feels the coldness form on his back as he is trying to interpret what Yuuma just said.

"U-Uhm, could you repeat that again, Yuuma-chan? I think I misheard something.

"Like I said, Ise-kun... will you die for me?"

Issei immediately flinched back as Yuuma's form begins to glow unnaturally. Yuuma's clothes slowly disappear as some sort of black tentacles surrounded her.

Some sorts of BDSM clothes appear on her before a pair of black wings make itself known. She shook her head a few times before smiling sadistically towards the astonished boy. Issei can do nothing as his body froze in fear and hidden perverted thoughts.

"S-Shit, what is this I'm feeling?! S-She's so hot in t-those... but her presence s-scared me!"

Issei sweated as his so-called girlfriend is apparently a Fallen Angel.

"Ah~ I enjoyed today so much, Issei-kun. But now it's time to die.

The Fallen Angel licked her fingers sadistically before a lightspear appears in her hand.

"I-I can't move..." Issei frozen in place.

Sclirk!

Issei shakily touch his stomach where the lightspear has cleanly passed through. Blood exploded from his mouth as he immediately collapses on the ground with his face planted on the dirt.

"W-Why... Yuuma-chan..." Issei gurgled out blood.

Yuuma narrowed her eyes and smirk cruelly. "Please, my name is Raynare. Yuuma-chan this, Yuuma-chan that, I'm so disgusted with that name." Raynare brutally kicked Ise on his sides causing the dying boy to clutch his wound in pain. "You want to know why I have killed you right? Ise-kun?" Raynare asked coldly.

Ise can only stare at Yuuma with lifeless eyes.

"Because of your Sacred Gear, you are a potential threat to us. Blame God that he decided to give something like that to you." Raynare stated coldly.

"A-At least... let me... see your... oppai... before..." Issei's body went limp as the gleams in his eyes are gone.

Raynare just look down in disgust before turning around, preparing to leave the area.

The Fallen Angel suddenly shudders as an anonymous presence appeared. The presence is so overwhelming that she cannot help but shudders.

"W-What is this...?"

"Hello there there dying brunette and extremely sadistic puny fallen." He said as he bowed respectfully he's body half inside the hole.

He put his other foot up as he left the portal, clicking his finger, it was gone. He observed the overly erotic girl with a smile, she looked at him glaring, If glares could kill Arlind would have been dead... A billion times already.

"Well? First impression?"

Arlind said walking closer to the boys dead body, his eyes venturing at everything, peering through everything.

"Human. Or whatever you are...Leave!" She simply stated. Not a request or a polite warning but an order.

This seemed to really make him crack up.

"H-h-haha you want me to leave? Was that an order? Don't tell me it was, because no one orders me around except Madara-sama." He smiled, a eerie smile that conveyed a thousands thoughts in a second. "You. Leave." He said as he stamped his left foot, a large scar appearing in the ground with a good gap between It, black hands and faces that was reminiscent of the devil itself appearing trying to fruitlessly grab on to anything it can.

She tried running away, her wings. Her useless fallen angels wings flapping desperately, the abyss absorbing everything near its vicinity. Her face becoming one of terror as nightmares appeared in her head.

Dying over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Each time differently. The pain vividly real, her eyed being stabbed. Her very arms and legs being torn off. Being drowned, being killed and killed and killed.

The abyss and those terrifying creatures with long black slender hands and nails. Its visage of an utter and complete hell, sockets as big as a plate, a mouth widened, Its grin making its disgusting yellow teeth come out.

Bits and bobs of meat in between. Ever, ever so closely did she start to go down. Her very being getting pulled like a magnet to it. Screams that made her ears bleed, It was about to grab her. About to grab her.

Then it was gone. The scar in the floor was gone. Everything was gone.

She looked up slowly to see her body trembling, her wings flapping wildly. In a fetal position, tears streaming down her face, her eyes bloodshot.

Bags forming under her eyes. She then looked back. A man with a sick smile turned around one last time, she could only catch his glinting blue eyes that seemed full of amusement.

"Sweat dreams Fallen insect.

With that she fell down.

Issei Hyoudou was having a kind of a rough week.

He was known universally throughout the prestigious school Kuoh Academy as a member of the infamous "Perverted Trio" although who wouldn't be a little perverted in a school that was formerly all-girl's and was filled to the brim with some of the most beautiful girls in Japan.

At least, that was Issei's argument, not that it really worked most of the time. Most girls in the school didn't care about him unless he was peeking on them, in which case he was next in line to get his ass beat and balls almost chopped off.

Until finally, he met Yuuma Amano, a super cute girl that actually asked him out on a date. Shocker, right? Everything was going great until she became a super hot girl that killed him with a light spear through the chest. So yeah, she was pretty high up there on the crazy-hot ratio.

Luckily Issei was saved — well resurrected by the most beautiful girl in school, a certain Rias Gremory whose boobs were 'woah' and the rest of her body was just 'wow'.

Rias explained to Issei that he was now a servant to her since she had brought him back from the dead as a devil, which kind of sucked to be completely honest but at least he could become a harem king once he got stronger! After that, things got even shitty-er since now that he was a devil, Issei found himself on the bad side of both Angels and Fallen Angels.

But just when he thought his luck completely sucked and life hated him with a burning passion, he literally ran into Asia Uchiha on the street. As in like literally ran into the confused looking girl.

Quickly and carefully picking up the young nun off the ground, Issei's face was red with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry!"

The girl was absolutely beautiful with her long silky blonde hair and big azure eyes. She was shorter than he was and while she didn't have the ridiculous curves of Rias or her vice president Akeno, Asia was incredibly attractive in her own way.

It was then Issei realized he was looking at a nun like that and a sudden shame suddenly fell over him as even a member of the Perverted Trio had morals.

Asia didn't seem to notice her new acquaintance's moral dilemma as her eyes widened in shock and happiness. "Yes, finally someone who speaks Italian!"

Issei looked confused for a moment. "Italian?" Suddenly something that Rias had told him last night about understanding anyone made sense. "O-oh uhh yeah, Italian.

Brushing off any dust from her robes, Asia beamed radiantly. "Thank you kind person." Her face was a little red in embarrassment. "I was wondering if you could do me a favor and escort me to this town's church.

Not quite sure how to react to this sudden assault of cuteness, Issei's brain seemed to restart and the boy suddenly began to stumble over his words. "U-uh s-sure. I can help you. A-are you a new member of the church?"

"My big brother was supposed to meet me but he didn't show up at the train when he said he would and when I asked the people there at the train station, they told me there was a delay and he wouldn't be coming to Kouh until tomorrow." Her face became rather downcast. "My phone died so I can't call him and I don't know where the house we are staying in is so I decided to go to the church as I trust the people there will take care of me until he shows up tomorrow.

Suddenly her face lit up so red, she could have been mistaken for a stop sign. "Oh where are my manners! My name is Asia Uchiha! It's a pleasure to meet you!" Asia introduced herself before finally taking a deep breath.

"Oh hi, my name is Issei Hyoudou, uh it's nice to meet you too." Issei responded awkwardly, not quite sure how to handle the girl's intense innocence.

The two walked in silence for a few minutes after that. The small blonde girl seemed to be interested in everything she saw and Issei couldn't help but think the wonder and fascination she saw the world with was amazing.

It took a while but after racking his brain for something clever to say, Issei decided to go with the most simple question he could think of. "So you're a nun?"

"Yes, I've been a member of the church for a small part of my life because my father allowed me... although now...

Asia's mood seemed to darken and Issei couldn't help but feel like he had brought up a taboo subject.

Suddenly Asia noticed something that made her smile brightly, happiness practically radiating off the girl as she ran over to a young injured boy by the playground. "Oh let me help you!" The boy, who looked like he had bad scrapped his knee falling from the swing set next to him, gave Asia a strange look.

"She wants to help you." Issei translated after realizing that not everyone could instantly understand the half-italian girl like he could.

The boy seemed suspicious but nodded hesitantly as Asia placed her hands over his bleeding knee. Issei watched with slight wonder as two silver rings instantly formed around the small girl's hands before beginning to glow with green light the same color as her eyes.

In seconds, the young boy's injury had stopped bleeding and healed to the point that it didn't even look like there had been a scrape in the first place.

The boy leapt to his feet with no problem. "Thank you Pretty Lady!" The boy thanked gratefully before giving Asia a brief hug.

"Takuya! Get away from them!"

The boy's mother shouted from the other side of the playground, forcing the boy to run over to her without saying another word.

Issei frowned and glared at the woman. "Hey! She just helped him!"

"Don't worry Issei, I'm fine when people act like that. My brother always gets mad at them but it doesn't bother me.

Asia comforted although her face was a little downcast, brushing the dirt off her dress as she stood up.

"No, you have a great power. People should be thanking you instead of running away." Issei argued, shaking his head in disbelief.

Without even noticing the two had found their way to the church and Issei couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around the holy site. Maybe it was the crosses or the holy water but he felt nauseous just being in the vicinity of the church.

Asia didn't seem affected though as her face lit up at the sight of the holy building. "Thank you Issei-san, you've been a big help." Her face flushed a slight red. "I'm sure I'll see you soon.

"Goodbye Asia-chan!" Issei said, his own face kind of red too as he watched the girl run inside of the building and disappear.

"[Kyoto Train Station: Same Time]"

"Elijah, wake up.

A young man who has messy, straight, silver hair and purple eyes with his bangs hanging over his right eye, told a sleeping blonde haired. A snoozing blonde didn't seem to have heard his words, as he didn't even move from his seat. An angry ticked started to form on his fore heard. He crouched down and leaned in towards his ear.

"There is no salad on the train." He whisper to the sleeping male.

"What? What? What?" He shot up from his seat, and started to looked around his surrounding.

Elijah is a young male at the age of 19 years old standing at 5'11 with black onyx eyes and blond, waist-length spiky hair. He wore black pants with black shoes, with a black shirt that had a red spatter paint design on it. In his shoulder was a symbol showing a fan, half being white and half being crimson red, and around his neck was a small chain that had a "X" pedant on it.

"Did you have to do such a mean thing to me Yamato?" He ask the guy standing next to him.

Yamato Hotsuin wore a standard director uniform with white gloves, black heavy trench coat, black baggy trousers, and black leather boots. And just by looking at his choice of clothing one could tell he was a serious person. And seem to fit the tall male who stood at 5'10.

"You wouldn't wake up so I had to do that.

Yamato coldy told him, not caring what his friend would do to him. He knew that Elijah needed him, not the other way around. Yamato could survire without the need of others. People needed him, never the other way around.

"You don't have to be that cruel.

Elijah eyes shed anime tears, the mere thought that one of his friends would not allow him to have his favorite meal sounded like torture worse then hell itself.

"Do you have to be such an idiot, Elijah?" A stern female voice said towards him.

Elijah turned his head to the female that was addressing him to see what she wanted to say to him. But somewhere in the corner of his mind he knew that it was not going to be kind words that she was going to say to him.

"But Lightning, he was being mean to me."

He pointed at Yamato, and waved his arms around, trying to make his point across to the young woman with long, light pink hair, and pale aqua-colored eyes.

Lightning let out a sigh, before walking towards the blonde. She patted his back and gave him a smile. Elijah smiled at her, happy to have a friend in his corner against his cruel friend. "Man up!" And in a instance, Lightning, had planted her fist into the stomach of Elijah.

Violent reactions were the first actions that Lightning seem to take when she did not get her way. She did not care what people thought of her behavior nor what people attempted to calm her down.

"You made your point Lightning..." He gasped out, as he fell to his knees.

He then looked at the tall figure Lightning; who stood at 5'7. Lightning, real name Claire Farron, wore a black under vest with a white coat over it; and a long red scarf tied around her neck. She had sleeveless shirt with a skirt that reach just above her knees; with black biker shorts under the shirt. A black armband wrapped on her upper left arm and a black sleeve that reach her upper arm from her fingers. On both of her hands were black fingerless gloves, with silver knuckle plating. She wore black combat boots. She carries her a new type of weapon known as the gunblade in a black case which hangs off her belt, and wears a necklace with a lightning bolt pendant that was above of modest bust. She has a navel piercing, although it can be difficult to spot.

"Lightning, you know your not suppose to do that to him.

Another female voice commented on, as a young lady walked up towards the three. This young lady had long, purple hair which curls slightly at the ends; that reach past her behind. She was standing at 5'7, and was wearing skinny blue jeans with black shoes. And also she wore a light blue shirt that ended above her belly button which showed off her toned stomach. And finally she had a decent size bust. Her name is Young-Hee, Jo.

"Thank you Young-Hee..." Elijah weep to her. "I am happy that someone is finally on my side." He grabbed both her hands and held them up. Her light brown eyes widen and a light blush formed on her face. As quick as Lightning, Young-Hee, pulled one of her hands free and punch Elijah square in the gut. Knocking all the air out of his system and sending him straight to the ground.

"That's how you're suppose to hit him Lightning..." She tried to laugh it off, not letting them know that she was trying to protect him from Lightning harsh treatment. The other two just looked at her, and shocked there heads.

"You're not any different from Lightning if all you do is hit him Young-Hee.

A female voice said to her. Jo turned around and saw that it was the final member of there little group, Lisara Restall. Lisara has long firery hair that plunges past her hips, red eyes and a slender build. She stood at 5'5. She was in her collared, sleeveless white shirt that had a rose at the base of her neck; a black plain skirt, and black stockings.

"He had it coming, Lisara!"

Young-Hee pointed at Elijah, as he silently weep in the ground. Lisara shook her head, before bending down to check up on Elijah. She placed a gentle hand on his back.

"Are you okay?"

She said with a sweet gentle tone. Elijah opened one of his eyes to look at Lisara, before he slowly started to stand up. He saw saw the genuine care and compassion coming from her.

"Why can't all of you be more like, Lisara? "

Elijah pointed at the girls, as they both gain a confused expression's on there face; as they turned to looked behind Elijah to see that Lisara had a smirk behind his back.

Could Elijah, not tell when Lisara was using him?

"Uhmm Elijah... You do know that she is using your will to live to boost her power right?"

"Is that true, Lisara-chan?"

"Yes of course. After all I am a grim reaper.

She bluntly told him with a kind smile on her face. Elijah head dropped, forgetting that one of his kindest friend was only kind to him due to her needing him to gain more strength.

In the underworld, there are some special types of grim reapers that feed off the spirit energy of others. Mainly the energy that they consume from others is what drives them in there normal life. Such as a will to live, or maybe perversion, there was many different things that drive people in the world. And Lisara was one of those types of grim reaper's.

"You are the cruelest of them all!"

Elijah sobbed anime tears into his forearm. Lisara just kept smiling, not truely caring what he thought of her. It also help that his actions where nothing more then a act to release the tenison in the air. Elijah was the type to try and keep everything and everyone calm.

"Let's get back to business.

Yamato cut in, not liking the childish actions of his group. He had a reputation to with hold, and being seeing with someone that was being man handled by a group of girls was not a good thing to be associate with.

"The train will make its stop at Kouh by midnight." Yamato reminded them.

"Once we arrive we are splitting up. And head and find Asia." Elijah said finishing Yamato's sentence.

"Why do we need to go and find this girl?" Young-Hee asked, not happy that she had a mission the moment she walked off the train. She wanted to eat and have a little bit of fun before doing everything, but no their leader wanted her to do work.

"So you three girls don't know?" Yamato spoke in a questioning tone as he looked at Elijah.

"Know what?" All of three girls asked in the same time.

"The truth is that..." Elijah lowered his gaze staring down, his mood completely changed. "...Asia is my little sister.

The girls blinked once, twice, thrice. Their jaw dropped. They couldn't believe what their ears just heard.

"A little sister?!" Young-Hee almost screamed in disbelief.

"Elijah having a little sister? Impossible!" Lightning said in disbelief just like the former.

"How little of me do you think guys?!!!" A fake anime tear rolled down Elijah's eye.

"How come you have never told us about her? How old is she? Is she like you?" Lisara asked in excitement knowing she will have another food source very soon.

Elijah got up from the floor of the train stopping his sobbing and he seat down.

"I will answer your questions one by one so don't worry. First; yes I have a little sister. Second; about four years ago a bit before I met the four of you — I was sent in the human with a mission which you know what it is, she wanted to come with me, so me being an kind older brother accepted. After two weeks when we arrived in Vatican she wanted to enter the church and help people in need with her power. Me and father were completely against it but mother said it was okay...

Elijah stopped his story telling to his friends when he remembered how she was called a "Witch" when she was just doing what she knows to do best: healing people and being kind: and healed a Devil, so she was exiled from the church.

His Father didn't take this well and went to Heaven to have a few words with the leader of Heaven.

"May God have mercy on those poor souls.

Something he had learned from his life: never make father angry. You are basically just digging your own grave if you do that.

"...So I have been keeping an eye on her from afar making sure she is safe. Third; she is only sixteen years old and...

He removed his hand from his pocket showing them a picture of a girl with blonde hair.

"...Fourth; she looks just like me." They keep only staring at the photo seeing their similarities. They looked exactly the same — well except their eyes — his being pitch balck with no emotion and hers being azure blue filled full with life. "Ain't she the most adorable thing you have seen?"

The girls simply nodded, completely agreeing with his words.

End of Chapter 7