"Really, Vi? Clementine asked to meet us at a bar of all places?" Louis asked, bewilderment evident.

Violet shook her head. "I don't know what else to tell you, Lou. This is where she said. Don't shoot the messenger."

"Me and what gun?" He smirked.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "I'm sure that magical chair leg of yours will help..."

"Hey! It's a shapeshifting weapon, Clementine made it, much like how she made your dagger." He pointed out, gesturing with his arm to the female's wrist. A small slit in the skin rested there, where her weapon resided. A glowing white dagger that she could send flying through the air, using it as a projectile. Did she mention that she could also control it midflight?

"Yeah, yeah, she's good at that. Its always been her speciality." Her mind ran to Clementine's own weapon, a shapeshifting liquid that she could use to create whatever she wanted. A sword, a staff, whatever she could think of. It was easily the most advanced weapon she had ever created. Of course, it wasn't easy to make. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Clementine used the light of Heaven and the Darkness of Hell to create it. The sludge-like substance was primarily white with black stripes wrapping around it.

Violet sighed and looked at the bar across the street. The sky was dark and rain volleyed heavily onto the tarmac road, drenching everything. The pair walked across the empty road and entered the bar. They were miraculously not wet. Their eyes scanned the filled bar, booth to booth, ignoring the people drowning their sorrows with drinks. Violet's nose shrivelled in disgust at the sight of a fat man covered in his own puke, his head resting in a puddle of the stuff and phone buzzing with activity in his large bear paws. Finally, her gaze landed on a brunette with curly hair. She was leaning on a wooden table, forehead resting in her hands.

"Hey, Louis? I found her." Violet spoke, eyeing Clementine worryingly.

Louis nodded and strode past the blonde and approached Clementine's table, hands in his duster's pockets. He swayed awkwardly back and forth on the balls of his feet for a few moments before giving a small wave. "Um... Hi?"

Clementine's neck snapped upwards. Her amber eyes were red and puffy. Faint tear tracks resided on her cheeks.

"Oh... Hi, Louis." She eventually said, resting her chin on her arms. She watched sullenly as the man sat opposite her and rested his long arm on the table.

"You alright?" He asked, eyes creased with concern.

"What does it look like?" Clementine snapped. Their eyes met. "I... I messed up. Big time."

Violet took a seat next to her. She wrapped her hand around Clementine's. "How did you mess up?"

"I'm being kicked off, It'll just be you two. On your own. Direct orders from above. Nothing I can do about it."

Louis chuckled. "This has to be some sorta joke. No way would they cast you aside like that. Look at how much work we've done together. How many demons we've sent back to Hell. We're some of the best of the best."

Clementine stared at him blankly.

"Look, I'm just saying," He began once again, falling back in his seat. "We are angels set with the one task of making sure that any escapees from Hell are sent back down. That is our job. What we have been sent down to Earth for."

The brunette shook her head. "You're not listening to me. You two will be staying, I'll be going."

Violet looked down and then back up at Clementine, ignoring the rock music blaring in the background. "But... why?"

Clementine gulped and took a swig of her drink. A pint of beer. "I... I killed a man."

The two angels gawked at her. "W-well, surely he deserved it, right?"

"It was a priest. He was watching this kid, licking his lips doing the whole predator shabang. Anyway, he eventually approached the kid and started to pull him away to the backroom. I murdered him. I don't know why, but something inside of me broke. Watching this monster about to do God knows what to an innocent child."

Violet flinched as Clementine hastily withdrew her hand, separating them both. She took another swig. "After I killed him, I checked his intentions. Turns out, he had watched the kid's parent abuse him and decided that enough was enough. He was going to take him to the police. I... I killed an innocent man, a good man with good intentions because I assumed the worse."

Louis and Violet watched sadly as Clementine took yet another swig. Deciding she had drunk enough, Violet pulled the drink away and placed it on a neighbouring table. Clementine's gaze darted between the two in quick feverish glances. "God didn't take too kindly to that."

"What happened?" Louis inquired, leaning across the table. His dreadlocks swayed wildly with his movements.

"It's... It's easier if I show you. Outside."

Violet and Louis nodded. Clementine rose to her feet and stepped out of the building.

The vacant alleyway beside the bar was empty. All except for a few bins, smashed bottle and newspapers strewn across the ground haphazardly. Thunder and lightning cracked across the rainy night sky like a whip. The air was chilly and the alley smelled of alcohol. The brick walls were rough with graffiti littered over them as if they were a blank canvas. Clementine stood silently in front of the duo and shed her jacket. Letting it fall to the floor in a soggy heap. "Are you ready?"

"As ready as we'll ever be, yeah." Violet steeled, Louis in agreement.

Clementine exhaled and nodded tightly. Suddenly, her back arched and a pair of wings sprouted out. The usual white feathers were pitch black and singed, some missing. The large wings flexed protectively around the brunette's body. She ignored their synchronised gasps. "As you can see..."

"I've fallen."

"What? No...N-no. Clementine! No way!" Violet denied, shaking her head intensely. Her green eyes were brimming with tears. Louis looked glumly at the concrete, the warmth in his eyes gone. He slapped his hand across his eyes and rotated around, turning his back on Clementine. Violet rushed up to Clementine and intertwined their hands. "I... I still love you. Got that?"

Clementine's sad gaze softened further as Violet leaned in further and wrapped the fallen angel in a hug. Violet stared into her eyes lovingly. "I still love you, Clementine. This doesn't change a thing."

"Except it does," Louis interjected, Clementine reluctantly nodding in agreement. He huffed. "Love between demons and angel are strictly prohibited. On both sides. And I hate to be the bearer of bad news but... You know what happens now.."

Violet turned around angrily. "What if we hide her?"

Clementine wrapped her arms around Violet in a backwards hug, feeling the blonde beneath her intense as she did. "I'm sorry, Vi. I truly am. But you know it's only a matter of time."

"Clem... Surely you don't think that! There has to be something we can do!"

"I'm not letting you risk it, Vi. I won't allow you to fall as well."

A sob rattled through Violet's body, Louis looked at the two softly. "Anyone you want to see before you go, Clem?"

"Lee. I want to see Lee."

Louis nodded and his own pair of wings appeared, they were white and glowed with the power of the sun, creating an undeniable contrast to Clementine's black wings, which seemed to suck in light. His feather shone brighter and he disappeared. Clementine retracted her wings back, arching once again as she did. The rain was heavier now, dripping down her forehead. She wiped away the liquid on her face and grimaced. Angels couldn't get wet.

"Clementine?"

"Yeah, Vi?"

"What do we do? With you gone?"

Clementine turned Violet around. "Your job. Forget about me, move on. That's all I ask."

"But I-"

"Violet. Don't." Clementine finished. Just then a bright white light once again flooded the barren alley. Louis was back with Lee. The only mortal to know about them. To know everything. He wore a blue shirt was black jeans, his beard was tidy and well kept. Raven coloured hair rested comfortably on the top of his head.

"What is it this time, Sweetpea?"

Clementine looked at Violet and Louis. "Can you give us some space?"

The two angels nodded and left her and Lee alone in the alleyway. Lee looked at her with unfiltered worry and genuine concern. "Clem?"

"I... This is the last time we'll see each other. I'm sorry, Lee. I fucked up."

"That's a dollar to the swear jar." He chuckled.

"Lee. Please don't..."

Lee sighed and placed his hand on the smaller's body. "What did you do?" He asked, not unkindly.

Clementine averted his gaze guiltily before answering. "I killed someone. An innocent man. He... He didn't deserve it. I went to verify his intentions and... He was only trying to do good! He had a son, a family that cared for him."

The brunette stared at a strewn newspaper. The priest's death was plastered all over it. "And I murdered him..."

Lee held her tighter as she cried into his chest. They stayed that way for a few moments and during that time, Louis and Violet reappeared at the mouth of the alley, the moonlight shining on them from behind. The rain had stopped, leaving the night peaceful and serene.

"I guess this is goodbye," Lee stated, looking at the floor behind Clementine. A small orange ring was slowly growing in size, as it grew, so did the intensity of the light. Clementine straightened and turned around. Looking at the ring. Eventually, the floor inside of it disappeared, leaving a hole to Hell in its wake. Heat rose up and hit Clementine's face intensely.

"Yeah... I guess it is," She replied sorrowfully.

"I'll miss you, Sweetpea."

"I'll miss you too, Lee," They hugged once more and Clementine steeled herself. She approached the hole and looked at the burning city beneath. "Goodbye, Violet. Goodbye, Louis."

"Goodbye, Clementine..." They responded.

Clementine gulped and stepped off the edge. The hole slamming shut loudly behind her.

Ten Years Later...

"Vi! A demon has escaped Hell. We gotta get a move on." Louis ordered. Violet nodded and grabbed his shoulder. A bright white light engulfed the pair and suddenly their location changed. They were stood in an empty parking lot. A lone red car from the late nineties resided in a parking spot. Violet looked ahead and saw the demon. Its wings were as black as coal and looked scaly, bat-like in appearance. They were cracked, smoke escaped through the splits.

"So," It said, its voice surprisingly feminine and familiar. "You finally got here."

The demon turned to look at them. Her irises were glowing red. Violet and Louis gasped in surprise.

"Clementine?"

Clementine chuckled. She taunted them with her fingers. "Come on, lets see if you've gotten any better."

"No! I won't fight you, Clementine!" Violet yelled, approaching her slowly. Unaware of Clementine's eyes narrowing. Louis tackled her to the side as a spike of black erupted from Clementine's wrist, stabbing through the air where Violet just was. It grazed Louis' back and sent him flying into the car.

Clementine grinned evilly at Violet's shaking form. She strode up to her and a sword flicked out. She held it at Violet's throat. "C'mon, I know you can fight."

"Clem... This isn't you!"

"How would you know? Did you also spend the last decade in Hell?" She sneered. Suddenly, she was picked up and carried directly up above the clouds. She laughed.

"Are you seriously enjoying this?" Louis asked baffled.

"Of course! I've never felt more alive!"

Clementine grabbed Louis by the wrist and twisted, she wrapped a forearm across his neck and charged straight down. They plummeted toward the Earth. Louis' head snapped backwards, catching Clementine in the nose. She yelped and dropped him. He punched her down. The demon rocketed into the building.

She fell through multiple stories, eventually stopping on the third. Clementine smirked and shot back up. Wings flapping ferociously. She floated in front of Louis and Violet.

"Is that all you got? Because to be honest, killing you is going to be really boring otherwise."

Clementine smirked once again.