The church was abandoned, all the worshipers were gone and the smell of essence was all that remained. Amadeus took this oppurtunity to come in and pray. Though he didn't know why he should even bother; his Lord might not even listen. But still.... he knew his King was well aware of his whereabouts and that he was avoiding his punishment.

So either he has considered forgiveness or he knows Amadeus would fall in the future and suffer a more horrible fate. But it didn't matter to him, he still wanted to pray.

He knelt before the alter where the statue of Christ stood and bowed his head.

Oh merciful Lord, The King of Kings! Worthy are ye to recieve praise and power. For ye have created all things for thy pleasure and breathed life into all you see. Pray you that I should continue in good works and honor thy name. Lord, you are a merciful God, your wisdom and grace blesses all the saints and your angels. Your children praise you for the many blessings you gave and for the unlimited power you share. Bless all the saints who were condemed for yur name sake and bless them for they were still glad that they suffered for you.

Amadeus felt the entire Bible rush through him, remembering all the saints and historical figures that did fantastic works ith the help of God.

Blessed Christ, you performed the ultimate sacrifice. Though they stoned you, stabbed you, and beaten you.... and yet you had the power to free yourself from the captivity of your own people. You still went through it all, in order to save them all. And even as you were hung on that cross and as they stabbed you..... you had great compassion and love for your people. To your very last breath Lord you prayed to your Father, "Forgive them for they know not what they do" and released your ghost." Lord because of your sacrifice and your resurection you allowed all the people of the world to recieve your free gift of Salvation. Praise Him! He that beat death and came back for his blessed children so that he could take them home.

Tears began to run down his eyes. He rememberd that day to well when all the angels could do was watch, but were glad of his sacrifice because his shed blood would wash away the sins of all who accepted him as Lord.

Though all your teachings are for the salvation of all the people of the world..... could you possibly offer your free gift to an angel? Guide me through the coming darkness, so that I may continue in your works. In your blessed name I pray.

"Amen"

Izak was alone in the church. He sat on one of the ledges that were connected to the roof, as if in wait for something. Actually he was waiting, he wanted something to happen, but he wondered why his wings took him here, maybe to remind him that he was still an Angel.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps, he looked down to see somebody. He never met that person before but he could tell that the person wasn't a normal human. Izak listened to the male pray to the huge statue of God, he never bothered to pray because he wasn't an Angel to begin with.

It was only after a while of watching the male did he notice that the man was crying. He swung his legs over the ledge to get a better look of the person. After the man finished he jumped into the air, his wings making him float gently down behind the male.

"Are you alright?" Izak asked, his wings folding back into their normal position. "What's wrong?" He walked forwards slowly...

He heard the brustle of feathers against the air. Then the voice of one who was exactly like him.

"Oh nothing.... just a memory of a time long past." he was still in his praying position.

"But perhaps I should ask who you are." The violin began to pulse inside the case strapped to his back. "Oh so your one of them, one of the angels Cressida mentioned."

He finally got up and looked over at the other angel and studied him. "You remind me a little of the archangel Michael. But I'm glad you're here, cause now I can introduce myself."

He removed his case and placed it infront of him. He took a breath and with an explosion of wind released his great black wings.

"I am the archangel Amadeus, the former Angel of Music. Its a pleasure to meet another servant of The King of Kings."

Izak blinked. "You know Cressida?" He asked, curious now. "Oh how rude of me. I am Izak Blackwater, pleasure to meet you." Izak gave a bow before smiling lightly at the male.

He didn't know what to say. He had just made it into the ranks of the Seraphs, barely one though and this man said that he looked slightly like an Archangel. Izak was sort of happy to hear that, after all it was a compliment...a very good one for him, that's for sure. "Thank you." Was the only thing he could say.

The Angel's eyes widened. "You...you're an Archangel? What an honour." He said, barely getting the words out. "Servant? Ah right." He whispered to himself, maybe he should say that he hasn't seen or heard from God in 200 years. "So, what brings you down to this world...sir?" Izak asked, not sure of what to call him.

"Please don't bow Izak, we are all servants of the one true God. We only bow to him."

Amadeus felt a little uneasy when Izak mentioned it was an honor to meet him. Now he felt a little dumb for adding archangel to his name when he in reality lost much of his powers upon coming into existence in this realm."

"Please don't call me sir Izak, Amadeus is fine. But I'll have you know its a privilage being able to meet another angel. I thought for sure I was the only one until Cressida mentioned the rest. I almost didn't believe her."

Amadeus gave a deep sigh, knowing he would have to be honest and tell him the truth.

"I am a fallen angel Izak. I no longer bear the pure white wings of a true angel of God as you can see." he pointed out his wings folded on his back.

"But I am not against God or his people, instead I look for a way to repent and return home."

Izak looked at Amadeus, surprised. "I bow to every new person I meet." He stated, folding his arms.

"Uh, Amadeus then." He said, laughing. "Really? There's another 2 after me..." He muttered, thinking about Rayil and Dawn.

Izak was less surprised than he thought he would be. "A fallen angel...I'm sorry, I'm must've upset you." He muttered a quick apology. It was indeed true, he had black wings not white.

"Your not against God? Then how come you fell?" Izak asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Well.... lets just say that for a while I sought my own glory instead of His. Pride is the one thing God hates most Izak, remember that."

He looked back at the statue of Christ with an apologitical gesture on his face. The violin began to vibrate within the its case in an urgent manner, warning Amadeus of potential danger. He looked down at the case and wondered for a moment.

"Don't worry I'm sure he has it under control." he said looking down at his instrument case.

Amadeus looked up at Izak again and studied his wings. There were white, not a single stain on them and yet...........

"Izak.... forgive me for asking but Cressida did mention your other side. Is it true that you have a demon dwelling in your spirit?"

Izak smiled. "I'll keep that in mind." He was going to add that he hasn't been in Heaven since he became an Angel but he avoided it.

"A demon? Ah, yes. That is...correct." He looked at the floor for a minute before continuing. "I am cursed." Izak pushed his golden hair out of his left eye, it was crimson like always. "Cressida told you?"

Izak looked back at Amadeus. "I was cursed before I became an Angel. Soon this became the centre of all my magic..."
Hey, hey, does he wanna see me? I can gladly come out and play... The Cursed voice held malice.
No, bother me another time. Izak finished and ignored the rest.
"My other lives through this scarlet eye of mine. It was originally his but...anyway, I don't let him fully out until he is in danger as well so..." Izak trailed off.

Izak smiled reassuringly. "He started to listen to me more so he's not as dangerous anymore." He said, flicking his hair back like it was before.

Amadeus walked over to Izak to get a better look at him. He focused his energy into his hand and began to move it around as if scanning Izak. When he had it over the eye Izak pointed out he could feel the other he mentioned. Amadeus put his hand down.

"Very interesting, I never heard of such a thing before."

Amadeus walked about the room again thinking. Did the other angels have similar cases? He was very eager to meet them all yes but didn't want to rush into any conflicts. Afterall as far as he knew, they were probably looking for him in heaven by now knowing he was avoiding his punishment.

Amadeus turned to Izak once again.

"Would it be alright if..... I saw him?"

Izak smiled. "I don't think you'll see these around. It's a curse, curses are rare things these days." He explained.

His eyes widened before he gave a sigh. "If you really wish..." Izak placed his hand on his gold eye before the red one started to glow faintly.

A smirk came across his lips and his hand fell. "I knew I was right..." He muttered to himself before turning to Amadeus. "What do you want?" He asked quite rudely, his eyes narrowing. His voice was full of malice. The Cursed expected an anwer, and he wanted it...now.