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"D-damn you!" The downed Fallen growled out at the blonde as he tried to get back up only to get kicked in the side, causing him to fall once more.
"Oh boo hoo I was betrayed, well guess what you won't be the only one. Raynare was going to kill you and Mittelt after she was done taking out that nun's Sacred Gear."
The Fallen couldn't believe it. He wasn't sure what would happen if he was found dead in Devil territory. Probably nothing since he felt that this action wasn't even sanctioned by Azazel-sama at all. Meaning that this operation made everyone involved a Rogue cell, which by default made them traitors of the Grigori. He should have followed Kalawarner's lead when they first arrived and left before it was too late. Now, he was going to die and he couldn't even protect the naive Mittelt from the coming betrayal.
A bright light shined over his head, the light spear that was forming would be the end of him. He didn't plead or beg, all Dohnaseek did was close his eyes and hoped that Mittelt would be safe and that the Devils, as much as he despises them, can save Asia.
"Prepare to die, Dohna-"
"I've seen enough." Was all that the feminine voice said as several squelching noises came from above the downed man. A thudding sound right in front of his prone body made him look to see what it was only to strain a gasp in shock.
Calaban was dead. The cause? An assumed dozen or so swords were sticking out of him like a pincushion. The way that they were positioned made it seem as if this was an act caused by multiple people. However, Dohnaseek knew better, as he could feel the traces of magical energy coming off of them meaning they were somehow created by a Magician. The only other person he could think of that was outside was the small pink haired girl from before.
And right he was in guessing so as Emilya had her hand raised in front of her with a few more nameless blades floating in the air. The Magus dispersed all of the blades into motes of light as she made her way over to the injured Fallen to see if she could try and… a fit of rough coughing stopped her in her tracks as she looked at him. "Don't… Don't even bother kid, I'm… I'm a goner. That spear it… it pierced… straight through. There isn't any… way I'm coming back… from this."
Emilya knew this was true. Just from looking at the wound she could tell that he would end up bleeding out before proper healing could be administered. But… she had to try… not for her sake, but for the one he wanted to protect. The Magus could see it in his eyes… he needed to protect someone. She could hazard a guess and say it was most likely that Mittelt person the dead Fallen had spoken of.
She began to search for a Noble Phantasm inside her Reality Marble that had a healing abi… "You know, kid, it's rather pitiful. Here I am dying… from the acts of my… own kind. I guess this is what people mean… when they say 'karma's a bitch'. I hate…" A stray tear came down his face as he gave another rough fit of coughing, specks of blood flying onto the ground before them. The Fallen turned his head up towards the moon as he reached out towards it as if he was grasping it in his hand. "… I hate that I failed my Mistress and my charge. I can't even say goodbye… to Camael-sama or give… Mittelt-chan my regards. Can you do that for me, kid? Grant the last wish… of this old blackened Angel… by telling those two… that… I'm… sorry…" His arm fell to the ground as the light in his eyes faded away with his passing.
Emilya didn't shed a tear for the Fallen… she didn't know him well enough to do so. But, what she could do was fulfill his last wish and task, and she would do so by saving both Asia and Mittelt.
Taking more steps towards the building's doors a set of blueprints formed in her mind. She began to Trace them without a second thought as twin iron gauntlets engraved with Nordic runes appeared around her arms. She reeled her arm back and punched the doors straight off of their hinges by Reinforcing her arm along with the added strength the Noble Phantasm provided her with.
Looking around the strangely well kept interior she only saw a silver-haired man about to head down a set of stairs behind the altar before he spotted her. The man scowled at the pinkette's sudden appearance as he jumped the altar and drew a…
Sword of light. A mass produced Holy Sword given to common Exorcists of the Church without enough Holy element to wield a true Holy Sword to combat Devils and Fallen Angels. Created through the use of alchemy the sword can be stored away with little signs to show that it's there. When Emilya got to this particular sword's history… she merely scrunched her face up in disgust. This man, Freed Sellzen, was an Exorcist gone rogue due to the unneeded murder of innocents on countless missions. His most recent killing was here in Kuoh with a man that had tried to summon a Devil to help him with something.
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