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Chapter 24: Your purpose.

-Break the cycle-

The girls made their way to a linker pipe. Audrey hopped in first with hesitation; the angel dived in after her.

Swimming through thick ink, the puddles could only take them so far. Eventually, they had to walk to the little devils lounge. The two walked through the sewers once more. They backtracked far until another linker pipe could be found, the animator jumped in, Azael followed.

Audrey lifted herself up and stepped out. Her toon companion sprung outta the abyss not long after. Azael gazed around, she remembers this place.

Audrey marched into the kitchen, Azael followed. The angel picked up a still beating heart. The animator jolted back in disgust as the heart thumped.

"Why…did you pick that up?" Audrey asked, looking rather sickened.

"For big Steve, the note I read had his favorite meal. As well as how I got his name." The angel answered nonchalantly. The artist nodded, but still slightly gagged.

Audrey gathered lots of food and stored it into Azael’s satchel, the two had to make their way back to big Steve. He must be starvin.

Azael strode ahead, heart in hand. Quite Literally. Audrey didn’t quite like the silence, and attempted to make some sort of conversation; she took a deep breath before speaking.

"So…uh, since you’re like, Weeper in a way. Do you have any kind of connection to the Ink Demon?" Audrey inquired, this certain question had been lingering in her mind ever since Azael told her she somewhat was Weeper.

Azael however, cocked her head.

"That’s a fun conversation topic." The angel snarked sarcastically while rolling her eyes. Audrey quickly backpedalled.

"W- no no I just…thought maybe you knew something more about them." The artist seemed like she knew what she was trying to say, but struggled to get to the actual point. Azael got what she meant though.

"…like what?"

"Oh I don’t know, why does he wanna kill me so badly? Perhaps it’s because I’m new?" Audrey said, scratching her chin.

"Or maybe it’s because I have some sort of connection to Wilson?" Audrey continued to theorize, Azael turned her attention forward and allowed the artist to go off the handles with her questions and theories. The angel herself didn’t have any answers for these questions, she kinda just liked hearing Audrey talk; it filled the silence.

The ladies continued back through the sewers, where Audrey approached a linker pipe.

The angel halted, something didn’t feel right. Something felt wrong. Azael hesitantly gazed around, and shushed Audrey, to which the animator zipped her lips. She could see sweat drip down Azael’s cheek, the artist became worried.

"What is it?" Audrey whispered.

"He’s here." The toon stuttered and rushed towards the artist in a panic, Audrey too panicked.

The toon threw her satchel around Audrey; Big Steve’s meal was also inside. The artist wore a confused and worried expression.

"You have to go quick, back to the GENT building. He can’t reach you there." Azael said, further securing her bag around the woman. Audrey shook her head.

"What? No! What about you?!" The artist shouted, stepping down from the linker pipe. The toon shook her head and pushed Audrey back onto the stand.

"There’s no time, it’s you he wants. I can outrun him."

Audrey continued to refute, she couldn’t bare the guilt she felt last time Azael dashed with the Demon close behind. What if this time she’s not so lucky? She couldn’t she just couldn’t, but Azael continued to insist.

Ink sprayed from the walls, the unstable floorboards rumbled. They were running out of time.

"I cant leave you!"

"You don’t have a choice!"

"Why can’t you just come with me?!"

"You’ll get farther if I stall him!"

The Demon was getting closer with each word the ladies exchanged. The angel couldn’t waste anymore time.

Without thinking, the toon shoved the woman with all her might. The harsh push caused Audrey to slip backwards into the linker pipe. A large splash followed as she fell.

The toon shoved a box atop the pipe. Preventing Audrey from rising back up. Forcing the animator to leave her behind and go in the opposite direction.

Azael turned her head, only to see the Demon standing nearly feet away. It growled at her. She stepped back, attempting to get as much distance as she possibly could. To the angels dismay, her back met a wall. The little angel felt a shock through her head, she jolted before clutching her head.

"You cannot keep protecting her." A voice gargled, though the Demon’s mouth didn’t dare move. Azael shook her head.

She never knew the beast could speak. Nevertheless, she had a solid plan.

The Demon dashed forward, quickly closing the space between him and the angel. She acted rather quickly; wasting no time leaping up and boosting herself off the Demons head. He rammed into the space Azael once stood.

When landing, she bolted back into the sewers. Making many twists and turns, she dared to look back; the Demon was hot on her trail. She tried to quicken her pace.

His heavy footsteps gaining on her, it made her ever so anxious. He seemed much more determined now than before. For he gave up rather easy the last time he chased her down.

"I will not allow you to get away this time." He roared. Azael ran and ran as fast as she could until she spotted a ladder ahead.

The angel practically threw herself onto a ladder, and quickly climbed. The Demon clashed into the ladder which caused Azael to lose her grip. She quickly caught herself, and climbed upwards with speed. The Demon was far too large to fit inside the tight space, forcing him to find another way.

"You can’t run forever." The Demon’s voice invaded her mind, causing the angel to stumble. She quickly regained herself however. She didn’t know where she was at this point.

Once Azael reached the top, she frantically gazed around. No linker pipes to dive into. The walls seemingly closed in. Damn these sewers.

She didn’t stop running. Heck, she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. The angel only slowed down when feeling her stomach turn.

No, no, no!

The toon clenched her stomach and continued to run. Not long after, she lost her footing and tripped. Her legs far to weak to carry her.

The floor rumbled beneath her. The toons hands bursted out of her gloves, and her halo dripped more and more ink onto her face. The feathers that littered the angels wings began to shed and fall to the floor.

"You cannot resist any longer." The Demons voice gargled once again. The angels mind fuzzed, her head stung.

Resist? Resist what? Death?

No, she refused to give up. Now at large, the Weeper attempted to stand. Steam hissed off of her. The large creature barely even got up before she was knocked down again, by a sudden rumble.

Quickly, she looked up. Big mistake. The Demon stood at the end of the hall. The angel scooted backwards, quickly standing to her feet.

You haven’t interacted with me in eons. Why now? What is it that you want? Have you finally decided that you want me gone?

The angels mind raced, surely he could hear her thoughts. She could certainly hear his. The Demon stood, motionless.

"Do not resist, Anne." The Demon chocked, and took the first step.

Anne…?

The Weeper shook her head lightly. The name disturbed her, it sounded all too familiar but she couldn’t figure out why.

"What is it that you want?" The Weeper spoke, her voice shook. She attempted to mask how scared she was.

The Demon took another step forward, Weeper stepped back.

"You have no memory of who you are."

The Demon took more steps, Weeper took as many steps back.

"No purpose. That soul does not belong to you." The Demon hissed.

"What are you on about? My purpose is to fix what you destroy. It has always been that way." The angel sneered, the Demon shook his head.

"That is the purpose you’ve made for yourself. Your existence is a lie." He gruffed.

Weeper raised her head.

"It’s taken me so long to remember you." The Demon continued and took another step forward. This time, Weeper didn’t move. What was he saying? This was unreal, out of his character.

"I can help you remember who we were."

The Angel and Demon stood face to face. The Demon towered over her, all those years ago they stood to the same height. The Demon reached out, pushing the inky abyss that drenched the Angel’s face to the side. Revealing the golden eye that glowed beneath.

"You were weak, gullible, and pathetic."

The angel felt a tear roll down her cheek. However, it’s unlike any tears she’s shed before. Her tears were usually golden, but this one, It was clear, it was human.

"You were…"

"H-human…" the angel chocked, as more clear tears began to fall. The angel couldn’t believe what she was being told.

No, it’s not true. Was he lying?

He had to be, this had to be some kind of joke.

Some kind of sick trick.

This is all he ever did, so he could-

"Anne." The Demons voice broke through her thoughts. Reminding her of that disturbing name. She couldn’t stop crying.

"Join me."

What?

The angel gazed up with teary eyes. He held his hand far to her, in an offering manner.

"Let us become one, let us fulfill our purpose." The Demon simply said, he sounded less forceful. As if he was giving her a choice, to choose.

She looked at his hand before gazing up to where his eyes would be. The soul he spoke of was gone, he knew that. The Angel just managed to somehow gain what the girl left behind all those years ago. She never knew she had a soul before, but she can feel it controlling her now.

She thought for a moment, about Audrey, and…the Weeper then shook her head. Regaining herself.

Without a second thought, the Angel reached her hand over the Demons large palm, she hovered her hand above his for a second. Before finalizing her decision and accepting his offer.

She wished to know what had happened to her.

Why she’s here today.

What’s her purpose.

She knew he had the answers, for he remembered.

Before death, there was life.

And in life, one was once human.

“The Angel of darkness.”

He held the Angels hand, she tightened her grip.

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