Michael watched the scene unfold before his very eyes. The earth smelled of poison, and death was everywhere. He heard every soul crying, pleading for help - for a deity to save them. His heart in his human form felt hurt and pain because he was unable to do anything except contain the both entities - if he left, the amount of energy and magic would be enough to destroy the planet.

The dark form of Iblis, growing larger and larger, continued it's attack against Bunny, whose form seemed to be waning. He just continued to attack relentlessly, never relaxing himself. He called upon the forbidden ancient magic, hoping to defeat her. Of course, Bunny knew her death sentence. Ever since she called upon her army, she had been deteriorating. It was only a matter of time before she died. Bunny assumed that she had to kill someone with the blade, and then she would sacrifice herself.

But to call upon the army - it took magic. Magic that would cost her her life soon.

Gabriel stood on the exact opposite of he was, also containing the destruction. Lucifer was summoning his hounds to attack the other djinn lose, and Zerachiel was bringing them back into their world.

Michael felt the earth dying. It made him feel sick - to know that such a beautiful creation was being poisoned and tortured made him want to stop everything and heal the earth. But he had to take things one step at a time.

And then, he felt a warm, comforting light spilling from the battlefield. It was magic he hadn't seen in centuries - Bunny glowed in a silvery gold light, enveloping everything with love and happiness. The aura around her grew bright, becoming like the sun - which had been absent for months. She fought back Iblis - not with violence, but with the energy forming around her. She was purifying his very being. Iblis was the wound, and Bunny was the antiseptic.

Michael smiled in what had been probably been decades. He didn't know why, but he felt happy. Her powers him, and made him feel warm inside.

Bunny crouched over Iblis' twitching body, soothing him with reassuring words that seemed to pain him more.

Seeing one he knew as kin made the smile drop. Michael felt sad to see someone he knew going though such pain, but it had to be done. Such corruption destroys a soul, and so to save it, Bunny had to kill him.

Bunny picked up the sword, seeming to be happy at her impending doom. She enveloped the djinn in a hug.

Michael gulped, suddenly feeling uncomfortable watching this. The sword pulsed with life and energy, as if it was a reaper ready to take two more souls.

Bunny then stabbed the sword into Iblis' and her body. Both gasped at the sudden pain. Their eyes widened. Their veins glowed a faint black color, which twisted and grew around their luminescent skin. Absolute death.

Michael saw their life disappearing - small wisps of smoke escaped from their mouths. Although Michael wouldn't know how Bunny felt, he understood the feeling of dissolving into nothing, to have his form disappear and to have him free. To truly feel death, it was something he experienced on a on a number of occasions.

The black veins sucked the life out of the skin of his kin. To witness this after thousands of years wasn't any easier than before. Their skin paled whitely and dried, their hair withered into frail, thin strands, and their eyes turned ancient and old. The black veins suffocated them until the light escaped from their bodies.

A massive explosion ensued, and it took Lucifer, Gabriel and Michael in order to contain the reaction. The reaction attempted to break through - and it almost did. But soon, the white light died away, revealing the sword on the gravel ground. It hummed low with energy and power. The demon djinn were gone. The hounds quit their search. The earth returned to it's grey, dead life. Everything was silent. No bird sung. Nothing moved for a moment.

Lucifer broke the silence, walking on the dead ground and picking the sword up. He gazed at it for a moment before swinging it around to test it's ferocity.

"Still have plans to make humans more religious?" Gabriel joked for a moment, but there was an edge of seriousness in his voice.

Lucifer sighed, ruffling his raven black locks. "No, I'm too exhausted." A chair appeared as he began to sat down. "Maybe in another millennium..."

Both Gabriel and Michael sighed a breath of relief. Zerachiel walked over, his skin appearing to have accumulated sweat.

"Zerachiel, interested in a weapon to defend yourself?" Lucifer motioned to the sword.

Zerachiel furrowed his eyebrows before slowly reaching for it. When he gripped it, he relaxed himself. "Perhaps it will be a mighty weapon to stop intruders from crossing realms. And since I am to stay at post until the Day, I suppose the sacrificial rule does not apply to me." He looked to the sky with a bit of fear in his eye. "I hope I am forgiven for my absence."

Michael smiled, but then it faltered as he looked around. Everything was still broken. It would be difficult to return this planet back to the way it was. Erasing memories, rebuilding the lands and the sea - the magic usage would wear out his form. Ancient magic would definitely work - however, he would die. And while it wasn't voted on, Michael was the leader of all angels. No one else would take his place, nor would they be able to deal with such duties.

"That's why I'm here," the voice of a girl giggled. Everyone's head turned to the girl clad in dark purple, with a staff that had the shape of a G at the top.

"Sandalphon..." Gabriel breathed, relieved that he wouldn't have to do the work all by himself.

Hotaru smiled as her body materialized fully. "Can't leave the earth in the hands of a couple of boys, now can we?" she smiled brightly, something that was rare for her.

Michael smirked. "I'm glad you're here - there is a pretty big mess."

Hotaru looked up and paced around the area for a moment. The work of her other half, Abbadon, was evident in everything. "Nothing I can't fix!" she grinned, gripping her staff tightly. As she whispered the ancient dialect of angels, gold smoke formed from her mouth. The staff glowed brightly before she stabbed it deep into the earth.

The effect caused a bright light to blind everyone within a five mile distance. The bright light spewed and rushed outwards, enveloping everything and anything in it's way. The earth shone vividly in a white light before it soon dimmed away to reveal a new world.

Buildings rebuilt themselves, trees and grass grew instantly and flourished a rightly green color, the sky cleared to reveal a beautiful sunset. The smell of death in the air was gone, replaced with clean oxygen and imbued with life. Everything was rebuilt, down to the last dried up pond.

All the angels gazed in awe at the beauty of her magic. Few would be able to witness her power of rebirth, but those who got the chance were filled with amazement, feeling as though it was a privilege to see such beauty. Everything was back to the way it was, like it should be. The earth was reborn.

A thud brought their attention back to Hotaru, whose body laid lifeless on the green grass. Michael rushed to her, picking up her body and feeling her pulse. He felt a pulse, but it was slow and weak. He furrowed his eyebrows with confusion.

"Strange," he murmured, placing his hands on her forehead to diagnose her. "Only her spirit should have been brought back at times like these - her body shouldn't have been reformed."

"Michael..." Gabriel sounded surprised, causing Michael to look up.

He was astounded to find the bodies of once dead angels appearing. Gold dust swirled around, forming into bodies of angels who died in the war.

"Sandalphon does not have such power, though," Michael furrowed his eyebrows, confused at the situation. He was happy that all of his friends were coming back to him, but once angels were dead, they stayed dead. Their bodies were mutilated - it would be impossible for them to reform.

And then, a sudden wind fell upon the four of them. It wasn't just any breeze - this type of wind felt more like a sigh. It breezed into their bodies, stirring warm feelings and familiar memories of before the fall inside of them. They felt a renewal, a sense of purpose, a type of emotion they hadn't felt since they were cast out of heaven.

Michael shot his head up at the possible realization, but before he said anything, the stars twinkled brightly. They twinkled in a way unlike their behavior - they shone brighter this time, and a couple of shooting stars passed before their eyes.

All the angels stood astounded at the possibility. The breeze hit them once more before anyone said anything.

"Was it His doing?" Lucifer questioned in awe, feeling satisfied with the possible connection, no matter how little, to his Creator.

Michael smiled, and he felt warmth harvest itself more deeply than before.

Bunny felt dead. She knew she was supposed to be dead. She felt the life being drained from her, her body aching for it's last inhale before she blanked out. Her soul felt bodiless and chaotic, and yet it was a sense of freedom - to be able to be released from such a constricting form worn her away, so the ability to be free felt exhilarating for her, even if she was dying.

But at the same time knowing she was dead, she felt surroundings around her. If she truly was dead and sleeping in purgatory somewhere, then she wouldn't be able to feel herself on a bed. She wouldn't feel a blanket over her body, nor her hands grazing the fabric of the sheets beneath her. She wouldn't be conscious.

Her first thought: Who am I?

Who was she, and why was she supposed to be dead? Her eyes moved rapidly, searching for an answer in her memories.

'I am Serena. I go by the nickname Bunny.' She sighed, a breath of relief forming. She knew who she was.

Next thought: Why do I feel like I'm supposed to be dead?

She opened her eyes, unable to process what she saw properly. A light had entered the room she was in, illuminating the whole space before her. What she noticed was it was her room - she knew it was her room. Memories played in her head of when she was younger.

Bunny swung her legs over, and saw all her childhood play things were still lying around. She squeezed her eyes shut, and more memories flooded through. Her parents died. And she was orphaned.

She stood up and started to walk. More memories revealed her past - her eyes were unfocused as she watched them play. She remembered the battle, but why was she fighting it? "Something to save the earth..." Flashbacks popped in her field of vision, bits and pieces of information relaying what she wanted to know to her. "To save the world I sacrificed myself..." As she walked out of the room, she lightly held the wall. She made her way to main room to see a figure she knew she recognized. An angel, whose hair was a deep green color, her skin a beautiful desert rose.

"Trista?" Bunny questioned, the name rolling off her mouth. The person turned around, her magenta eyes lighting up when she saw Bunny.

"Bunny! You're awake!" Trista smiled, running to hug her friend that she loved.

"Awake? How long was I asleep?" Bunny questioned for a moment. "What am I doing here?" she desperately searched for an answer. She saw herself stabbing herself.

"Don't worry, all will be explained," a soft voice echoed. Out of the dark came a platinum blond haired figure, with intense violet eyes and pale skin.

Bunny furrowed her eyebrows, scanning her brain for a name for this man. She remembered he was no man, but an angel. "A..Azrael? Angel of Death?" her voice was tentative.

"Hello, Seraphiel," he smiled, bringing out some food. With the name, it opened the doors to Bunny's head into deeper memories of her past life times.

Bunny tilted her head with confusion. What was going on? Why was she in her late parents' home, with angels who haven't been exactly alive, as she remembered? She stared at Trista and Azrael, who nonchalantly began eating. "Wait, what is going on?" she questioned. "Where am I?"

"If you sit, then all will be explained. But right now, you must regain your energy." Azrael explained, his hypnotic amethyst eyes entranced her to do so.

Bunny hesitantly sat down and began eating. Her gaze was unfocused, but neither Azrael or Trista seemed to care.

"How are you feeling, Bunny?" Trista asked, breaking the silence.

"I'm okay, just... confused." she answered truthfully. "Why... Why am I here?"

"Here... where?" Azrael inquired.

"I think... my late parent's home." Bunny was unsure of herself.

"Oh, we are in your old home?" Azrael looked around curiously, and then smiled. "It's lovely to see the memory of their favorite place as they stay here. Because you have the fondest memories in this place, my domain shifts itself to fit the soul's taste."

Bunny blinked for a moment. "What happened to me?"

"Well, let us recap." Azrael stood up, waving his hand and letting a glass screen appear before them all. The screen revealed the events that happened before her death. "You coaxed Iblis into realizing what he has done, and then you killed him. And, because a sacrifice is required for the sword, you died with him as well."

Bunny remembered all vividly once she was reminded - it was stamped into her memory, something she would never forget. She was an angel capable of purifying a being at the cost of her life - Iblis was a djinn who wanted to destroy humanity. She fought against him and died.

"As of now, you have no body, and your soul is here." Azrael sighed. "Michael and Gabriel must be feeling alone with all the angels sleeping..."

Bunny remembered her kin, Michael and Gabriel, as soon as their names were mentioned. She remembered all the rules they read to her, that if her form perished, she would be in purgatory. "...But, I thought my soul would be in purgatory or somewhere, awaiting for judgement."

Azrael looked to Trista, who nodded. "Normally, yes, that would happen. But, special orders were given to me for you."

"Special orders?" Bunny questioned.

His index finger motioned in the up direction, and Bunny understood. Special orders from Him. She faintly remembered Him. The memories were taking their time revealing themselves to her. But she didn't have a hurry.

"But, why special orders?"

"He believes you have done well. You have sacrificed a lot. You have done so much for the world, as all His other creations have. He wants to bestow mercy upon all of you. For the time being."

"What does that mean?"

"It means, He has allowed all the angels killed in this pointless war to have their bodies reformed in order to live out their life and explore humanity and make themselves better." Trista explained, standing up. "Every angel and djinn who has died for humanity will come back and restore order to the earth. They will be tasked with rebuilding and making the world a better place.

Bunny closed her eyes, seeing the angels she knew dying. She saw their bodies broken up into pieces, and their soul escaping. She then saw Trista dying in her arms, slowly drifting away from the world. "Trista," she smiled suddenly, "it means you can come back...!"

Trista's smile wavered a bit, hating to break the news to the sweet angel in front of her. "I'm sorry, Bunny, but I have frozen time. It was a Heavenly Law. Since I was created, I was to obey that law, even with my free will. I was never, ever supposed to break it. I'm afraid... I am unable to come back."

Bunny's smile faltered. "What?" she became saddened at this news. Trista gave her life to save Bunny's, but she was still forbidden from being reformed. She looked up, about to offer an apology, but became confused when Trista still smiled. "But, why are you still - ?"

"My punishment is to stay with the Angel of Death and help him with the reaping of souls," she grabbed the hand of Azrael. "This is my punishment for breaking the Law, and while it might be long, I'll be glad to be with Azrael." and Bunny immediately understood. Both of them holding hands brought the memory of their beautiful solitude together before humanity. Trista was separated while Azrael was to reap souls, until it was Trista's time.

"I'm so happy for you Trista," Bunny wiped away the tears of happiness in her eyes. "You're with your love again."

Trista wiped away her tears, and nudged her head in the nook of Azrael's shoulder, who brought an arm around her shoulder. "I couldn't be more happier."

Bunny composed herself, and cleared her throat. "So, what special orders does He have for me?"

"He has allowed you a choice. He will be able to reform your body for you and you can reunite with your mate - but, at a price. Iblis had done much damage to your soul." Azrael's eyes flickered sadness. "He has done much damage to other angels, but he inflicted so much damage that some of your soul looks as though it has been skinned alive. It will affect your form and mind... But, that is what is beautiful. Through the damage, your soul still shines beautifully and bright as it has when you were created." Azrael attempted to smile.

Bunny widened her eyes with fear. "And the other choice?"

"You will be able to rest. You will rest with the other angels who await their judgement, sleeping silently, but awaiting."

Bunny thought about resting. Resting sounded so peaceful. Being able to heal from all the past wounds, and relax. Not have to worry about human life, and be free. She wanted that. Peace. She experienced a thousand lifetimes, each being more difficult than before. This was probably the most difficult lifetimes - the loneliness and isolation, and then the torture... The pain echoed through her form.

But then two images flashed before her eyes. One image of a little boy, bright emerald eyes and messy caramel hair, a smile that would bring an empire to it's knees. The next, an image of who she knew as her other half. His eyes were blue, blue as the night sky with twinkling stars that reassured a doubtful person, and his hair onyx black. Both brought a warmness in her heart. She knew if she chose to rest, she would give these two up. She didn't know their names, but she knew she would never leave them.

"What about them?" she waved her hand, showing the image that she saw.

"Darien and Sammy..." Trista whispered and smiled warmly. "Yes, they will. And, I believe both of them will need you."

Bunny knew the choice once she saw them both. She didn't care what she had to go through in order to be with the ones she loved. She knew that even though she would suffer terribly going back to the human world. But she would be surrounded by her friends, and help would be with her. She wouldn't be alone.

"I choose to be reformed and return to Earth, please." Bunny looked up.

Azrael smiled warmly. "Although I do not wish to bear ill will to you, I hope we meet again soon, Seraphiel."

"Take care of Trista," Bunny smiled, happy to see that her friend was with her love at long last. She closed her eyes and felt a gentle cool breeze upon her existence - like a breath being blown upon her, before she felt herself blacken out and dissolve.

Bunny gasped, taking in what felt like her first breath of life. Her eyes went wide with bewilderment, searching everywhere to see if anyone was around. Her vision was blotchy as she attempted to blink it away. Her head spun uncomfortably, and she had to grip what felt like sheets beneath her to keep herself steady.

She felt a pillow underneath her head, and the comfort her back felt signaled she was laying on a bed. Bunny massaged her head slowly before forcing herself to get up.

Bunny looked up, and had to blink her eyes about a dozen times before she could fully process what was going on. She was in her friend Amy's house, in the room she stayed in - it was like new. From what she could see, it was as though no war had occurred. She gently ran her fingers through her hair before noticing all the bandages on her arms. She took them off, revealing fresh skin that seemed to be glowing faintly.

She inhaled oxygen, feeling life pumping through her body. Her heart pumped strongly - she never thought she would be able to feel such a reassuring force again.

She pondered if this was a trick - if she was in a cell, captured, with memories altered, made to believe she had won. She swung her legs over the bed, running her fingers along her smooth skin. Bunny dug her fingers through her skin, biting her lip at the pain she felt. Nothing wavered. Everything stayed the same, save for her skin, which patched itself up quickly. That was somewhat of a reassurance.

Despite her instincts telling her not to, she stood up and walked out of the room, feeling pain and nausea as she walked through the empty and uncomfortably quiet halls. Where was everybody? Was she the only one left?

Dizziness spun through her head - she latched onto the wall, gasping heavily. She felt famished and thirsty, more so than she ever felt before. As she passed by a room, a presence snapped her head up. Could it have been...?

She turned to look in the room and her heart stopped again. She ran to the bed, clutching the face of the one she loved the most.

"Darien..." she whispered, tears falling down her face and onto her mate's face. Bunny never thought she would see her lover again. And now that she was here, now that she could feel him, nothing else mattered to her.

The commotion caused Darien to stir - his eyelids barely revealed his night-sky irises, but he snatched Bunny's wrist in a tight grip.

"Who are you?"

Such cruelness I infect on the both of them... One more chapter or two...?