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~Author's Note~

This is a fragment of a Role-play between myself and BadPleasures. :3 I truly enjoy our time together more than most might think. I wanted to say thank you for keeping me busy for hours and hours on end. A girl really couldn't ask for more ;3 I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did. Please Read & Review/Comment.

The Devil entered the strangely dense jungle. He had only recently become aware of this odd place. His rage had begun to boil over once more causing the demon clutched the whip tightly in his grip. In accordance with the amount of unholy energy being forced into it, the form began to change to connected pieces of obsidian, "Here, she shouldn't be aware of this place. I doubt that is true but this will do."

The Fallen would appear above the where Octavious stood. His large six black and red wings spread out holding him effortlessly suspended in the air. His golden eyes scanned the area about him. This would be a battle one of them would not walk away from at least not easily. He let his jacket fall to the ground leaving him dressed in his crimson button-down, slacks and chest harness that was littered with the daggers given to him by Octavious. He fingered one of the handles of the feather shaped black metal, "I agree."

The Devil's body began to pulse with flames "I can't tell you the raw amount of things that I hate, we would be here forever. Though I can tell you the most important," Octavious whom took a stance, allowed his energy to be slowly released "I hate life."

Those were the words the demon of wrath choose, the area around him began to become infected by a thick miasma showing his terrible corrupted power. He dropped the whip, "I don't know how to use that fucking thing anyway." It seemed he retained some humor. He threw a punch from his position on the ground stopping it mid-way as it seemed that he had hit a barrier. It took barely a second before pressurized air made it ways towards Enoch.

Enoch frowned at the male's outburst. The fallen angel knew he hated life. He knew many things about the male and couldn't seem to remember why. A few seconds too late he noticed the type of wind attack that the demon was using. The punch knocked the air out of him as well as sent him tumbling through the air backwards.

Thankfully years of flying about in storms had made it easy for him to right himself and call forth an attack of his own. With a flick of his wrist a pentacle appeared before him sending bolts of lightning down upon the Devil.

Octavious sprinted forward, weaving through the strikes of lightning as they landed close to his body. One particular bolt though, struck him and stunned him for a moment. Enraged the demon looked at the Fallen, hiis sprint turning into a blurred movement as his speed increased. Punching the ground with significant force, he launched himself into the sky at Enoch. Once in the air, wings burst from his back. These were not made of feather but purely from bone. It was obvious that he used magic to fly. His body shrouded by unholy flame, launched itself at the Fallen, spinning as if he was a drill.

Enoch sighed as if this was nothing new to him when then Devil came flying up at him, "Get a new bag of tricks, Wrath," He told the him as he let himself loose a bit of altitude then cast a spell that sent hundreds of arrows of light flying at Octavious. The Fallen knew this would only piss him off a bit more but he seemed to count on that. For at some point the Devil would break.

Emotions. There was a reason angels and demons were not suppose to have them. They would become irrational to the point of nearly killing themselves and everyone around them.

"You are so fucking annoying," The demon tilted its neck to the side, deflecting many of the arrows using his wings. Still those that did get through would only push him further down his spiral. One even pierced the position where his heart was. He snapped the arrow, not even bothering to remove the arrow head. The demon looked up towards the sky.

"Harlek's Incantation of Incineration," With both hands raised, the bright blue sky was pierced by a shot of light. A beam that lasted less than a second, but upon making contact with the earth, the flora was cleared first before the overwhelming heat set in. A strike from the sun that would annihilate much of the life in the area, but he expected the Fallen would live.

The Fallen did more than live, "My, my, Wrath," he grinned up at the hellish beast, "I think that tickled a bit."

Spreading his arms wide along with his wings. Thirteen circles of power appear in front of Enoch. Lines branched out connecting one to every other one. The male's eyes drifted closed as he concentrated on the spell that he was going to cast. He would freeze time for this plane of existence. It would buy him time for preparing a proper seal for the Devil. He knew that his own body would likely then go to belong to Octavious and his Wrath, but it would give humanity and many other creatures time and for Eva to raise to the Holy Throne.

The Demon looked at the Fallen, his fang pierced his lip from his rage. He recognized the spell, that terrible spell that he had seen once or twice before, "Do you think it will be that easy? Do you think I will allow such a thing?" He asked those questions but there was a bit of worry within him. "I will bring this plane to destruction before I am sealed away once again!"

His rage had finally reached its peak, his horn shattered like glass as well as did the wings upon his back. Heat consumed him, his flesh burned as the ground became scorched. It seemed he was planning to go supernova. The ticking time bomb would rather wipe out the realm than be sealed once again. It wasn't unexpected but it was unknown how long Enoch had to complete his spell and the blast radius was certainly growing as clouds were no longer anywhere to be seen.

The Angel's eyes flew opens seconds after the male started to turn into a ball of flame, "Time Stop," he stated. With flash of light the very cube Enoch had spent his life guarding and learning from, obeyed its Master's command. Time froze. The leaves on the trees were half burn. The flames stilled in their lapping jester at the Devil's body. Feeling something wet on his check Enoch dabbed at it with his fingers. He stared down at the droplets of water gathered on the tips. He hadn't ever remembered crying before. The Fallen didn't understand why he would now.

Frozen, completely still meaning that he had once again lost. He could not escape this world with death and he would simply be sealed away again. How the thought upset him, he couldn't help but wonder when the next time he would escape would be.

While his body remained still, caught in the moment of rage, his mind still processed normally. The demon of Wrath simply wanted to erase this world, erase those within it and begin anew. Perhaps he was lying to himself, not all life needed to vanish. His daughter was worth living for and letting live. To be sealed meant that he would see her once again, but at what point in time, he did not know.

Enoch drifting down slowly he landed before Octavious, "I'm sorry, but you must wait for her to become strong enough to fix what you break," He told the male. He knew that he could hear him, "She needs a bit more time," The fallen knelt before him, "I will not force you away like I was forced to do last time. I give my body freely to you. But know that you will not be able to use your magic and your true abilities will sealed away. This is all I can give you for her."

"There is no point to living like a caged animal, which is why I choose death. If that were to happen then I could possibly be reborn without this terrible Wrath, this need for destruction, this need for hate. Allow death to be what purifies this demon of his most powerful sin."

Those were the final words that Octavious had on the manner. He went completely silent afterwards and waited to see what his fate would be. To be sealed, or to die and be reborn at a later point. Normally both options would seem incredibly undesirable but one could not explain the mindset of a demon trapped in rage.

Calling forth the only thing Enoch knew that could kill a demon as old as time without destroying everything. He called forth Eva, "I will wipe her memories of this event. But this is the only thing that can kill you without destroying everything including her."

The child stared up at the fallen then shivered at the sight of her father. Enoch had told her that she would need to be brave in the near future for she would do something she may not forgive herself for. Tears formed in those heterochromatic eyes only to be quickly swiped at by her tiny hand. She wanted to be brave for whatever was too come.

With the Arch-Angel's guidance, she tapped into to cube and into the very fabrics of space and time around the tiny forest turned barren, that they were in. She would open a rip and cast the Devil into it. Being there would be nothing there the male would be safe to self-destruct.

"Ah my poor girl, I especially hate to have her see me in such a sorry shape but it was bound to happen eventually. Make sure you do a good job of wiping her memory of this, this is quite embarrassing," The demon said, finally be able to move again as he was cast into an empty void. "Once again, like all those years ago."

He shook his head, the heat over taking him and destroying his form. Finally his formed ceased, like a star when it collapsed all that was left of him was a dense concentration of gravity to simply lie there dormant. The Devil whom was once born of a black hole, died to create yet another black hole, from which he would be born again.

The child wailed when the magic broke about her and her father was no longer there. Her tears seemed to call forth the rains to wash the ashes of the past away. Enoch's chest ached as he held the child in his arms and wiped her memory of the event. As would happen as happened with all powerful beings that had their memories erased of an event. They were replaced with fragments of the future that would plague her night and day. Whether they would be sweet dreams or nightmares remained to be seen.