a/n: yeah! We’re now at the halfway point of AH! Don’t you feel excited? I’m sure many of you want to see Alastor torn apart into many bite size pieces now, don’t you? It took me a long time to figure out a way to make Alastor’s fate into one that would make you say “whoa!” in the end, so go! Go to the story!

Chapter 11

Lucifer stood at the very edge of one building, overlooking the busy nightlife of the streets below. It felt strange to him, that a city like this was so peaceful, while another city just a few miles from there was being torn to pieces b an army of undead. His thoughts were soon interrupted as the lone figure of Marius walked toward him.

“Marius-san, what are the reports from the city?” Lucifer said without bothering to turn his head to glance at his subordinate. The katana was sheathed, held by his left hand; the white suit he wore spotless and brand-new.

Marius stood beside him, taking a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket. “As expected, Alastor is tearing up the place, most of the police force wiped out in record time. The government is already sending the friggin army at him… but it seems like Benevolence came first. But they were no match.” he said with a grin, “Piece of cake for a guy like Alastor, even if it was Lia.”

Lucifer kept silent for a while, slowly sitting down at the very edge of the building. The katana rested on the concrete floor beside him.

“…and what about Dante?”

Marius cleared his throat a little, throwing the cigarette toward the street below. “He appeared during the middle of the chaos, tearing down a third of the troops. Even fought Shigure one-on-one, and won…”

A small smile emerged of Lucifer’s face, “Did he? Well, then let Shigure-dono rest in peace, or rot in hell for all we care…”

Using his sword as support, Lucifer stood up, finally facing Marius for the first time in their conversation.

“Go to them; make sure there’s at least a large enough piece to salvage.”

Marius lit another cigarette, “You really think he won’t win?”

Lucifer was halfway to the exit then, “With the current state of mind, I don’t think the fight would last an hour…” at the door leading down, Lucifer turned around to say one last thing. “Just call me when you’re done, there’s someone I have to see…”

--Angels never Die—

Alastor stood up after being slammed against the wall, blood flowing from his nose. The minigun was taken away from the fight, its barrel torn to shreds by the razor sharp wires. Opting to use his fists, Dante went close range as he began to deliver a series of rights and lefts. The most recent attack was the punch to the nose, followed by a throw which sent the German almost going through the wall.

But he was unfazed, smiling his sick smile as he stood up from the recent attack. Wiping the blood from his nose, the cuts from the previous blows closing in rapid speed, Alastor raised his fists in front of him in a boxing stance.

“What’s the matter Dante? Can’t kill me now?” his sick smile, those white teeth, shining under the moonlight. “I’ll have some real fun with your teen slut after I shred you to pieces!”

Both rushed towards each other at the same time, Dante growling like a bloodthirsty beast as he ran. The vampire dodged the initial blow, a dropkick, by ducking, just inches away from Alastor’s boots. As his feet touched the ground, Alastor rushed in again, shooting his right fist forward to Dante’s face. Dante did the same thing, his own fist coming toward the same time as the German’s.

Both fists reached their targets, Dante delivering a right hook to Alastor, while the German had his hand to the vampire’s throat. A powerful grip, strong enough to crush a man’s skull, as it tightened itself on Dante’s neck.

Then the wires came from Dante’s free hand, wrapping itself on the hand choking the vampire for one second, rending away from the body in another.

But the choking did not stop. In fact, the hand squeezed Dante’s neck tighter, its fingernails driving through skin. For a moment, Dante fell on one knee, looking at the figure of Alastor, whose facial expressions have not yet changed even after having one of his arms torn.

For a moment, Dante evaporated into crimson mist, creeping towards the German in rapid speed. The severed arm fell to the ground limp. A pair of arms reached from behind Alastor, grabbing him in a stranglehold.

“You motherfucker…” Dante whispered as he removed his left arm from the hold, lowering itself until it reached somewhere near below the left shoulder. Driving all his force forward, Dante drove his arm deep into the back, until he could come through in the front, in order to show Alastor the beating heart he tore away.

When the hand tore through the front, instead of a heart, brown matter covered the hand of the shocked Dante. Just a split second later several spikes emerged from Alastor’s back, impaling the vampire on several locations in the chest and neck. The vampire immediately jumped away from the German, landing a few feet away with blood dripping from the holes in his body.

Slowly, Alastor turned around, the spikes on his back disappearing, the hole in his back closed. He smiled at Dante who looked at him with defiant eyes.

“It’s a new age, Dante. I have to keep up with the times, but…” spikes began to grow from Alastor’s fingertips. A claw, “…going nostalgic could be fun!”

Alastor shot forward in full speed, the metal-like claws creating blurs of light. For the first part of the attack, Dante dodged, throwing then looping the wires around Alastor’s neck. The wires sank effortlessly but did not even come close to slicing the German’s neck; as Alastor proceeded to slit Dante’s throat with the claws.

The vampire fell to his knees again, though the wounds in his throat closed easily. Alastor went to the very edge on one side of the building, looking at Dante with rather calm eyes.

“Very amazing, Dante. Even as a lesser vampire, you contain the raw power of and elder, so it puzzles me…” Alastor, for once, had a blank face, which suddenly distorted into the face of Dante himself. “Why, why do you deny the power that should be yours, the power to kill?”

“I’m not like you.” Dante said as he stood up, a look of pure determination and hatred mixed in his eyes. “I don’t kill for fun…”

A grin emerged from Alastor’s face, “Whether we kill for fun or survival, Dante, is that we’re still murderers.” He stretched his arms out, like a crucifix, “You only hide that fact by making yourself a martyr.”

Alastor began to walk toward the wounded Dante, his face distorting into a young woman: Aya’s face.

“Why do you keep those children around anyway? Are they there since you think they justify the people you killed, the sins you committed?”

Growling, Dante lunged at Alastor, ignoring the pain of the spikes that shot his way. In the end, Alastor drove his claws to the vampire’s ribs, causing Dante to vomit blood.

With one last burst of strength, Dante reached toward Alastor’s neck and drove his fangs on the German’s neck. Alastor writhed in pain as his entire body distorted into a formless mass: a blob of grey matter whose ‘blood’ was being drained away from him. In the end, Dante was pushed back, as a massive blade impaled him from the stomach.

His vision blurry, he watched the Alastor revert back into his human form, which had the same sick smile that he had before the fight began. Slowly, Dante’s own wounds began to close as well, only to stop halfway through the process, blood still dripping from the small holes in his body.

“Oh dear,” Alastor said, “With that amount of blood, I guess that would be the limit to your powers…”

He was right. Dante was at the very maximum of his current power, continuing the fight further would prove only fatal to the vampire. But Dante persisted, jumping high in the air as his arms transformed into giant wings. His fangs grew larger as he slowly transformed into the giant bat, growling at his enemy like a bloodthirsty beast.

But Alastor had other things in mind. His upper body transforming into a huge serpent-like creature, Alastor shot towards Dante with his jaws open, rows of razor sharp fangs revealed. It closed in on the vampire, shutting its jaws at first contact with Dante’s flesh.

As he transformed back to normal after the attack, Dante could feel his ribs torn in half as the massive beast tightened its bite. In one last gasp of desperation, Dante tried to push away the jaws with his arms in an attempt to break free from the bite.

It never happened. Both arms fell limp, dangling in mid air as Alastor bit down hard on Dante’s body, blood spilling down to the ground below. Slowly, the serpent-like beast lowered itself to the ground, with its fallen opponent still in its jaws.

--Angels Never Die--

Aya slept quietly, maybe even peacefully, in her bed at the hotel. Ceres on the other hand, sat on a chair beside a window overlooking the city, mobile phone in hand. Her makeup was gone now, while sunglasses hid her tired eyes. It had been the fourth hotel they had checked in, always on the run from people like Alastor and Lucifer.

For just a moment, Ceres noted how similar the events were compared to the one seven years ago. Dante, Lucifer, Alastor; the same people in almost the same tale, only this time the female’s role was reserved for Aya.

Aya slept quietly, maybe peacefully on her bed. What happened to both of them was almost similar, almost, plus Ceres thought she handled her situation better. Then again, she was more willing to lose he virginity compared to Aya.

She brushed away those thoughts as she dialed a number on her mobile phone. Waiting for a few minutes after someone from the other side answered the phone, Ceres held her breath as she opened her mouth to speak.

“…Hello? It’s me… Ceres… Listen, I know I told you before, but… I really need you, and Sora’s help… If you’ll help me, well, I know you could trace this call, right?”

She hung up on the phone, the same time as the sound of knocking came from the door. Taking a smll pistol from her purse, she walked up to the door, peering at the small hole to see who was outside. Shock, pure shock, was the thing she felt as she saw the familiar face, as he knocked down the door with one kick.

“Lucifer…!”

--Angels Never Die—

Marius surveyed the damage as he walked to the lone figure of Alastor. Quietly muttering a curse, Marius looked over at the German, then to a mass of grey, clay-like matter motionless on the floor.

“Shit… How are we supposed to salvage a part with that shit in place? It’ll take weeks before we crack that open…”

Alastor smiled as he threw something wrapped in his coat. “Relax… you only wanted an arm, didn’t you? I just covered him in that in order to keep his body from rotting away and dying on us.”

Frowning a bit slightly, Marius checked the torn arm wrapped in the coat. “…Looks like the Halo project has officially begun…”

--Chapter 11 end—

--lol! Fooled you! (maybe). You thought Alastor was going to be torn in multiple directions didn’t you? But don’t worry, readers, Dante is still alive. But for now, the first half of Angel’s Halo 1 is finished! I’ll take a break from this, while I focus on Evolve or Die and Jinzouningen Kyuusaisha Kizmet, plus stories of aka Meteor-Infinity!

See ya!

Aka Mitternacht he thinks he’s Godzilla (so run! Run from Godzilla!)

Note: omake will not be here on ch11 for many reasons.