Meirion gritted her teeth whilst raising her hand above her head. Within a second, pulses emanated from her barrier, each pushing the darkness back, not that it did much.

She didn’t know what the effect was in the outside world, but she was relatively safe in her bubble, her shield.

Ruane didn’t batter an eyelid as the name were mentioned. She didn’t think Myth could read minds. Dawn, she didn’t know of. But Rayil she did. However, it was a distant memory. She hadn’t in actual fact met any angels since their last encounter and that was a while ago.

"Why do you speak those names?" Meirion hissed.

The Demonic Angel watched as Ruane tried furiously to get the miasma away from her...it wouldn't be leaving soon that's for sure. Lucky it doesn't affect him...

He watched the plants around the bubble, where the miasma was the strongest, die, whither into nothing but a yellow-ish brown mess of leaves. Of course Myth didn't care.

"I speak these names, dear Ruane, because I knew that at least one of them yo would know...thanks to your reply." He muttered. "You asked in such a cold way it must be one or both." He flicked his hair back. "How would you act if I killed one of them?" Myth asked, not out of curiosity but for the amusment.

She looked at the darkness still clouding her vision with annoyance. It still wouldn’t go away. Meirion wondered if she let go of her shield, whether the miasma would fly at her and leave her dead.

The plants died around her, making Ruane wince. She hated when energy was wasted, thinking of better uses for it.

"Or maybe I protect all angels and put on that voice to protect any and all, whether they are my friends or not," Meirion retorted viciously.

Narrowing her eyes, Meirion didn’t speak. "Good luck with that then," she muttered, "What difference does it make if I tell you or not?"

Myth twirled a strand of hair within his fingers, watching Ruane become annoyed with the spell that he'd released.

"All?" Myth repeated, smoothing out his robes. "Funny to hear that, because there is an Angel standing right in front of you." Myth remarked.

He walked forwards, right into his created miasma and stopped just before the shield. He cold eyes stared don at her, threatening to melt the shield and kill her, right here and now. Myth held his hand up, touching Charging light magic into his palm he concentrated it on that same spot. When he pulled back a small crack appeared and grew larger, travelling down the semi-transparent bubble...

"If you’re an angel, then why do you kill other angels?" Meirion hissed, "Because in actual fact, you are not an angel," she said, emphasising on every word, "You are half angel, and half demon. Your angel side is long buried. You do not have compassion. I don’t even know what angel qualities you have."

She breathed in raggedly, anger in her eyes, "I gave you a chance," she muttered darkly, "I gave you the benefit of the doubt just then, just now. You abused it and now you have nothing. Back to square one."

"I protect all [I]pure[I] angels. Beings who are worthy to be called that."

Meirion stared defiantly back, not ashamed, and not scared in the least. She stepped back, away from his antics. Looking around, she ran for it.

Rushing past gravestones, she kept her shield alight. Meirion neared the Church and slammed the door, momentarily dropping her barrier.

Sweat glistened on her forehead as she surveyed her surroundings. Ruane had less time to prepare herself than she originally wanted.

Walking back slowly, she faced the door, wondering if Myth would be polite enough to walk through that way or try another door somewhere else.

Electricity lighted her hands. Meirion was ready. Enough of the chit-chat, it was down to business. He threatened her, therefore he was going to pay.

Myth listened, it was true, he isn't an Angel anymore. His demonic side is more powerful than anything else, but it wasn't his fault that God ripped his feelings out. He doesn't have compassion, his 'angel qualities' were long gone, he can't even speak with a normal voice, all taken by God himself.

"Do you think I care?" Myth muttered, low and somehow painfully. "I don't need any chances...from anyone..." Did he? Actually he wanted it, needed it more than anyone else.

Lucifer watched her run off, he didn't follow her yet and he called his miasma off. There was a loud bang from the Church. His wings made him hover over tothe building and he opened the large doors, walking in.

"Are you going to try and kill me?" Myth asked, he didn't have any weapons on him at the moment. "Go ahead, try it." He lifted his arms, but only a little, and he seemed to mean it. "Go on."

Meirion shot several electrical orbs as soon as the door opened. He would probably glance them off anyway.

She held back, her body tense. What was he playing at? Narrowing her eyes, Meirion stepped back, "I don't kill."

Either she had to protect herself and end up killing them, or by other means, but not point blank killing. That wasn't her.

Ruane waited for Lucifer to act.

It was like an invisible barrier, the electric orbs bounced right off the shield and flung off, right out the doors and somewhere else into the sky.

"You do not want this chance? You seem to hate me so much, why hesitate? This might be the only time you might even touch me." He muttered, dropping his arms.

"If you will not act then I shall." In the blink of an eye he disappeared, his wings flapped hard and his Paranormal speed made it possible to make him seem invisible.

Lucifer fired several orbs of darkness while running around unseen. "Can you strike me now?" He asked, his voice bouncing off the walls of the large church. "You are finished..." His sword appeared in his hand and he stopped behind Ruane, the blade high above his head...ready to strike.

"Who said I hated you?" Meirion retorted, raising an eyebrow, "I don't like your... actions, but I have yet to meet the real you. Unless, this is it, and you really do have nothing to your name."

She felt the adrenaline pulse through her as he disappeared. Meirion couldn't see if she wanted to, her eyesight was that bad.

The darkness managed to miss her. Meirion enacted her shield around her, she was taking no chances. She turned around, weary, and found a sword above her head, ready to strike.

Flipping back, her eyes blazed a blue as she lighted her hands and slammed her electricity cackling towards him.

"My name?" He muttered mainly to himself whilst running around. "What is...wrong with my name?" He would've been offended, he found nothing wrong with his name...actually it actually sounded good, not some name like Billy or something. Myth sounded alright, but Lucifer was definately a great name!

Myth didn't slash instead when the electricity cme at him he ran again, gaining speed as he shot through the church.

He saw a shadow made by Ruane. The candles that dimly lit the Church created a small but usable shadow for Lucifer. He stopped, hovering near the top of the Church holing his hand out. The shadow began to rise, arms coming out of its hollow body and shot for Ruane...