She summoned every shred of courage possible and pulled her hand back.

"I'll help you, Seth."

That's what friends do after all.

Shutting her eyes she reached inside his chest and wrapped her fingers around that horrid shield.

"Sweet dreams, "she whispered gently.

Than, with her strongest bit of rage, she crushed it.

Wild fire burst from his chest immediatley, struggling to protect it's Master.

Yet his expression hadn't altered at all.

They exchanged brief nods.

"...Thank you."

He fell to his knees than to the ground in blissful unconsciousness.

She smiled softly, "Your welcome."

Than her anger with Gynuvia returned in full, point blank form.

"This is where it ends..."

The blonde glared at her hatefully, "We shall see."

What unfolded next could only be seen through the imagination.

One would see it as a play based on the apocalypse; angel vs. demon.

You could hear none of the noises either, nothing but a calming chorus from the Churches.

Flames erupted from every crevice of the ground.

The eyes from the watching audience burst from their skulls with the sheer horror of it all.

Bits of metal were thrust through the two's forms, achieving violent shrieks.

Cyreina, the sensible part of, felt saddened by this.

Very clearly, she was winning.

But so much blood...it seemed to pour from every nook and cranny.

If she stood for the good side than had her halo turned to horns?

Gynuvia's breath had harshened beyond all reason, her once beautiful face marred.

It had been for hours that she had been trying to strike the other girl, quite unsuccessfully.

Every hit had seemed like foolish child's play.

Yet every hit she returned was devastating.

Now, Gynuvia sat on her knees as she had millions of time before, bloody and tired.

Cyreina cocked her blood bathed face to the side, "Do you give up?"

A furious shake of her head, "NO! I WILL NOT GET STRUCK DOWN BY SOME CHURCH GIRL!"

She charged at her with a furious shriek, loathing this girl.

With all of her pure lovingness...ugh!

"Die!"

The brunette reached out and took her fist gently, enabling it motionless.

"It ends with you keeping your deal."

The earth below them trembled.

"M-My deal," Gynuvia shrieked, writhing to get away.

Cyreina gestured to the ground with her free hand, "Your deal...to him."

The older woman screamed wildly as a ring of fire surrounded her.

No, not a ring, a pentagram.

"Farewell Gynuvia, she told her softly, stepping away from it, "may God show you mercy."

She screamed all the way down...

It was amazing how simple that had been.

Only until the rage left her did pain keep at bay.

Cyreina whimpered a bit and slumped to the ground.

She was hurt but hadn't noticed at all.

The sheer fury must have created a sort of emotional shield.

Like a drug almost.

It didn't matter anyways, it was over.

A small smile crossed her bloody face.

"It's all over..." ...

The End.

In truth, it isn't over.

This story will have a sequel called, "I want you to hurt me."

It will come out soon, so please wait patiently.

Thank you.

-Biest