Myth stood at the edge of cliff, staring into the darkness at the bottom. This place was perfect for him. Quiet and nobody around to bother him, that's what he needed right now...to be alone.

Ever since the recent events he received a few of his feelings back from God. Whether or not it was an accident he'll never know. He wondered though, why two of the worst feelings first? He had received sadness and pain back, but why? He thought they were sealed up for good.

Myth sighed, kicking a rock. It tumbled down and there was no sound from when it hit the bottom. Must've been a long way down.

Slowly, he sat down, his feet hanging over the edge. It was only a moment when he heard a sound. Turning around, his sword appeared in his left hand. It doesn't matter what problem it was, he still had to be cautious.

Fwrthyrn came from the shadow and made a noise of annoyance, "Why does everyone have to be cautious around here?" he asked rhetorically.

Only a moment before had he arrived at what looked like the Wastelands from the sky. He swept his gaze furtively around before pinpointing it at Lucifer, who he had met earlier in the mountains.

"How did you find this place? Desolate, isn't it?"

He walked to the edge and peered down. "Would be hilarious if a person fell and couldn't fly..." he muttered.

"It's only natural." Myth answered simply, his sword evaporating into nothing but air.

The Demonic Angel turned back around, staring into the never-ending abyss again. "And that is what I wanted it to be...desolate." He didn't mean to make it sound like he didn't want Fwrthyrn here, but he really wanted to be alone.

"Not really." Myth eyeing the chasm. "It would be frightening and painful when you hit the bottom." He said instead.

He briefly glanced at the demon before facing the crack again. "What brings you here?" He asked, a hint of tiredness in his voice.

Fwrthyrn grunted in reply whilst seating himself on the precipice.

"Want to be alone do you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "It's pretty tough being alone anywhere nowadays," he muttered grimly.

"Depends if you were that person," Fwrthyrn replied, "Unless some miracle descended from the heavens above..."

He picked up some loose gravel and chucked it, watching them fall before disappearing from view. It was strangely comforting in a way. There weren't any noise as the two sat there and it seemed as if the world did revolve around them.

"A new place after another," he answered, "First the Ancient Ruins and now this... You've been to the Ancient Ruins haven't you?"

Myth sighed. "Of course." He muttered in his toneless voice again.

"A miracle? There are no such things as miracles. Luck and skill, that is all. God helps no one." He said, lashing out a ferocious kick at the ground. A chunk of cracked earth flew out and fell down the darkness.

The Demonic Angel glanced at Fwrthyrn before shaking his head. "Haven't been there yet. I haven't had time lately..." It was an excuse. He had a lot of time...but too many thoughts occupy that time. "Have you?" He asked back, hoping to get the subject off of him.

Fwrthyrn shot Myth an amused look. He wanted to voice his opinions about God and miracles but… who was he? He was an enemy of God, what would be the point? Instead, the demon just shrugged. "If you say so," Fwrthyrn voiced aloud.

"What?" he asked, momentarily losing the conversation. "Oh, yeah, yeah I have."

He fingered a rock, rolling it back and forth in his palm, "Met an annoying angel and a monster there. Very exciting," Fwrthyrn said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Bending over, the demon looked down at the precipice. He stood up and placed his feet on the edge before stepping off.

The wind pushed his hood back as Fwrthyrn plummeted. It took a long while before the ground began rushing towards him.

"Huh," Fwrthyrn uttered before righting himself. As he soared up, the demon sorted his hood before landing where he was moments before.

"You should try that," he said to Myth.

Myth gave Fwrthyrn a weary look. "You wanted to say more didn't you?" He said dully. "It is quite obvious, what do you think then?" He asked.

"Angel huh?" He repeated before falling into his thoughts. So far he has met two angels, one he released and one caused him to cry his eyes out...strange place this place is. The angels around here have a different affect on him than normal angels do. "I hate angels...except for...two." He gave a small genuine smile.

His gaze turned back to the chasm, wondering whether or not he should. Even though an expert flyer he couldn't help but feel as if his body would go against his will and drop him in...just like he had acted without his permission several times before. "I would...love to but..." He paused, "...I cannot." He said, breathing a long sigh.

"Well yeah," he answered, "But…," Fwrthyrn sighed, "It’s not like it’ll make a difference. We each have our own paths and my opinion…" the demon dwindled to a a silence and shrugged in answer.

"Oh really?" Fwrthyrn said with interest, "Who are the lucky two then?" It was slightly odd, but then again, Myth was a demonic seraph. It would be slightly weird if a pure demon liked a pure angel. He didn’t want to think about it personally.

"Care to tell me why?"

Myth didn't say anything after that. Obviously, Fwrthyrn didn't want to say...besides it was true. Own paths and own opinions that is.

"Dawn and..." He wasn't sure whether or not he'd consider him, surely he did almost kill him but..."Rayil." Myth finished, reachin down and picking up and small rock, chucking is down the abyss.

The Seraph stayed silent for a moment before starting. "I fear I might fall..." He paused, "Because it has happened before." He finished, remembering how he'd fell into the element he hated the most. Water.

"I don't want to fall again. My body seems to be acting on its own lately."

Nothing was like it seemed here. Things that looked like they were far away could be reached with a few steps, and things just out of reach were unreachable when you tried to touch them. Truly a desolate place, Jin thought to himself, walking further and further into the nothingness of the place.

After a while, Jin started hearing voices. He clouded himself in darkness and stepped closer. The voices became clearer and clearer for every step.

They were like him. Evil. If they had been anything else, he would have pounced on them the second he sensed them.

A thought came to Jins mind, if I can sense them, they can surely sense me. He froze in his step and started going a few steps back. Curiosity always kills the cat, does it not?

Still clouded in his own darkness, Jin stood perfectly still, Pricking up his ears. This wasn't his style.