(A/N: Warning: A little bit of gore. Insane/Evil Aro is NOT good.)

(Aro's POV)

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU FORGOT, YOU IDIOT?", Dark shouted at her Archangel friend.

"I'M SORRY. I HAVE DUTIES!", Aro complained, flapping her wings.

"WHAT DUTIES, ARO?"

"I'M SORRY, BUT I CAN'T TELL YOU!", Aro screams while looking at the sky above her. Or you, readers. Not yet. Not now.

"YOU KNOW WHAT, ARO? I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOU AND YOUR IMPURE AIR-HEADED MIND. YOU SHOULDN'T EVEN BE TALKING BACK TO ME. I'M A HIGHER RANK THAN YOU.", Dark retorted, her sideways facing horns curling out of her head in anger.

Surprisingly, despite the anger, Aro's only sign of anger was her wings flapping furiously, and her grip on her perma-death dagger tightening. She gritted her teeth. No. Don't. Don't get... c0rrupted.

Usually, guards of the Hell carried weapons dipped in Black Water, a type of liquid that could cause pernament death. Higher ranked guards, like Dark, held a shield.

"OH, REALLY? REALLY, DARK. WHO THE HELL ALLOWED YOU TO GET IN THE GUARD? ME. WHO STOOD UP FOR YOU AND TOPPLED YOUR COMPETITION? ME. WHO THE NOTCH GOT YOU PROMOTED TO HEAD CAPTAIN? ME. ME. ME.", Aro growled, before storming off into the sky, feeling purple steam wavering out of her eyes.

Aro landed in a bare tree, and tried to calm herself down. But, to her dismay, she found red covering her vision.

(Dark's POV)

Dark sighed. "I really shouldn't have said that.", she sighs, while aimlessly practicing her spearwork.

A rustle was heard behind her.

That couldn't be anything, right?

Dark shook her head, sighing, and continued to watch the gates.

It was heard again. With a growl.

Dark gasped, and turned around, but it was too late.

Aro was jumping towards her, her wings propelling her forwards. She hissed, showing her fangs. Something was wrong... she had red eyes, and ominous steam pouring out of her eyes.

"Aro! Stop! It's me!"

But instead, she was greeted with a sharp pain in her chest. Aro's dagger was stabbed into her. 

Dark shrieked, but Aro merely kept a maniacal grin, and dug the dagger deeper.

Blood pooled around her. She was losing blood.

Aro licked her lips, her eyes twitching. She then lunged forwards, and put her fangs to her neck.

Dark screamed, and struggled, but it was too late. 

She saw Aro dig her claws into her shoulders, torturing her even more as Dark's struggles only caused bloodied flesh to tear apart.

And then, dizzyingly black overtook her.