High above, Heaven cracks like glass.
Morvath steps onto the edge of the broken sky, rage and dread burning in his divine eyes.
She resisted him. She defied him. She is growing beyond angel or demon.
He raises his hand and threads of pure celestial code spiral around him. Symbols of creation—old enough to predate angels—ignite in a blinding halo.
"This ends now," Morvath commands.
A massive ring of white-gold energy forms in the sky, spinning like a sacred saw blade.
The angels cry out in fear:
"THE CELESTIAL CONTAINMENT SEAL—HE'S GOING TO COLLAPSE THE WHOLE DISTRICT!"
But Morvath doesn't hesitate.
"Bind her."
The seal fires downward—
a beam of annihilating celestial light aimed straight at Blood Reaper.
Blood Reaper feels the strike coming, her new wings twitching violently, stars shaking loose from their constellations. Her violet eyes snap toward the boys.
Her grin fades.
These… idiots… are still in her way.
She turns toward them slowly, almost languid, like a predator deciding what to kill first.
Constant shifts back to human form, stumbling.
Cyrus raises his blades.
Keuirseu's lightning flickers dangerously.
Her voice is distorted, low and layered—
"Move."
None of them move.
Her smile returns—this one sharper, murderous.
She steps forward.
"Blood Reaper!" the boy shouts, running straight toward her.
Benjamin tries to grab him, panicked. "No—stop! She'll kill—"
But the little girl slips away too, crying out:
"Mama Reaper! Don't be mad at them!"
Blood Reaper freezes mid-step.
Her monstrous form—wings of star-wind, claws, fanged grin—
shudders.
The kids stumble toward her, terrified but determined.
And for a moment… her expression softens.
Or threatens to.
But before she can reach them—
the world erupts.
The ground splits open in a river of black flame.
Out of it rises Azrethiel, the Demon Mother of Children, her molten-obsidian skin glowing, horned silhouette surrounded by drifting ashes that sing like lullabies.
Her black steel wings unfurl, each feather etched with the names of lost children.
Her presence smothers the fear in the air.
The kids instantly calm, running to her without hesitation.
She kneels, gathering them in her arms.
Her voice is deep, soft, and terrifyingly kind:
"You are safe, little ones. She will not lose you."
Blood Reaper whips around—ready to strike at whoever dared take the kids—
—but stops dead when she sees who it is.
Azrethiel meets her gaze and gives a slow, respectful nod.
"She is yours," Azrethiel says.
"And under my protection."
Morvath's celestial beam hits a heartbeat later.
It slams Blood Reaper into a skyscraper with enough force to crater the entire side of it. Concrete collapses, glass rains down, stars burst from her wings in violent patterns.
She's pinned under rebar and shattered stone, growling, struggling, violet eyes blazing.
But through the dust…
She sees the kids being carried away in Azrethiel's arms—safe, calm, not crying.
And something inside Blood Reaper loosens.
A feeling she never has for anyone else:
Trust.
Her fury flickers.
She exhales once—
long, slow, almost relieved.
The kids will be safe.
The Demon Mother has them.
That is all that matters.
Her head falls back against the rubble.
But her smile—
that terrifying violet smile—
returns.
Because now that the kids are safe…
She can stand up again.
And the real destruction can begin.
The sky has turned into two worlds tearing open:
On the right, Heaven splits into rings of blinding white fire, archangels descending with swords drawn.On the left, Hell cracks upward like a volcano of shadow, horned legions crawling out, roaring for Blood Reaper's blood or allegiance.
Every realm is now mobilizing.
Every army is choosing a side.
Blood Reaper stands between them—wings of star-wind shredding the air, purple eyes pulsing like dying suns.
She is no longer an anomaly.
She is the catalyst both Heaven and Hell fear.
Morvath tightens the celestial seal, determined to bind her in divine chains.
"STAY DOWN!" he roars, pouring more power into it.
The seal cracks the earth, burns buildings to white ash, forces even demons to shield their eyes.
But Blood Reaper… laughs.
Slow, low, delighted.
Her muscles tighten. Her wings flare outward, scattering stars like shattered galaxies.
She pushes upward—
Cracks streak through Morvath's sacred seal.
He gasps. "Impossible—"
She snarls, fanged smile wide:
"Break."
The seal SHATTERS like glass struck by a meteor, exploding into spirals of divine fire.
Morvath is thrown back through the sky.
Hell's armies roar in awe.
Heaven's armies retreat in fear.
And Blood Reaper rises from the destruction like an ancient star-beast awakened.
Before she can launch at the nearest angel—
A massive SEMI TRUCK careens around a corner, brakes screaming.
Big Jim is behind the wheel:
Sleeveless flannelCigarette in his teethEyes wide as he sees a skyscraper-sized angel corpse in front of him
"WHAT IN THE—"
Kenna pops out the passenger window with a gun the size of her arm.
"GO GO GO! I SEE HER! THAT'S HER! THAT'S MY FRIEND!!"
Big Jim yells: "KENNA SIT DOWN—"
Kenna does not sit down.
She jumps out of the moving truck.
Blood Reaper is in full monstrous form—wings glowing, claws bared, face cracked with star-patterns, eyes burning purple.
Every angel and demon flees from her.
But Kenna?
Kenna sprints directly at her, screaming:
"ZYLAAAAAA! GIRL YOU GOTTA SEE THIS COOL GUN I STO—FOUND!"
Blood Reaper freezes.
Her head tilts.
Something about this girl…
This human, charging straight at her…
The familiar spark…
Her monstrous snarl softens—just a little.
She remembers this energy.
This chaos.
This fearlessness.
A flicker of humanity ripples through her cosmic light.
An angel diving from above charges up a spear of holy fire—
aimed straight at Kenna's back.
Blood Reaper's eyes snap open wider.
That one she recognizes. And she will not lose.
She blurs—teleporting or moving too fast to see.
Her arm wraps around Kenna's waist and yanks her into the air just as the spear smashes into the asphalt, turning the truck into melted slag.
Kenna shrieks and clings onto Blood Reaper's neck:
"OH MY GOD YOU GOT TALL—HI ZYLA!!"
Blood Reaper lands, setting Kenna behind her like a guarded treasure.
She bares her teeth at the angel above—
a predator's warning.
Her voice is distorted, layered like a hundred beings speaking at once:
"She is mine."
Heaven hesitates.
Hell watches with interest.
Big Jim raises both hands like: "I JUST CAME HERE TO PICK MY KID UP FROM SCHOOL."
Big Jim ducks behind the ruined semi, peeking out just in time to see:
an archangel crash through a Walgreensa demon get punted into a water towera dragon made of molten shadow screech across the skyhis daughter being princess-carried by a ten-foot cosmic murder-angel
He drops his cigarette.
"KENNA. GET. BACK. IN. THE TRUCK."
The truck is melted.
Kenna shouts, "CAN'T, DAD! THE TRUCK IS LIKE… MILK NOW!"
Big Jim looks at the sky, muttering:
"…Lord, give me strength…"
Then a demon crashes six feet from him and he screams:
"OKAY, FORGET THE STRENGTH, JUST GIVE ME A BARBECUE AND A NORMAL DAY!"
The angels hover in the air like glowing judge-juries, wings spread wide.
One steps forward, spear raised.
His voice is stern, cracking with celestial authority:
"WHY DO YOU SHIELD A HUMAN, ABERRATION?"
Another angel:
"She is a forbidden entity. She holds no loyalty. She protects a mortal?"
A third angel:
"She must be neutralized!"
Blood Reaper turns her head slowly—like a monster deciding what to eat.
Her wings shift with a ripple of starlight.
Her voice rumbles the ground:
"Touch her…"
The angels tighten their grips on their weapons.
"…and Heaven itself will bleed."
Every angel takes one step back.
Even they feel it:
The girl is not just a human to Blood Reaper.
She is an anchor.
A memory.
A piece of something lost.