((Another collaboration with Kobaltic))

It had been a long night of constant worry for Marco, knowing that his brother would one day return to finish what he started. It plagued his mind for a week. Making him unable to do his job at home.

Him and his brother never really got along, let alone talk. They were two completely different people. Marco was chosen to be a servant, while his brother had the highest ranking job among angels. 

Marco had just put his adopted daughter to bed when he felt a shiver run up his spine. He knew he had felt it before, but he tried not to think about it. Walking downstairs, he found the source of the familiar chill.

Sitting in the recliner in the living room was a beautiful woman, with blonde hair flowing past her shoulders and silver eyes that seemed to shine in the light of the fireplace. A long skirt was held to her waist with a steel-like belt, and a black cloth was wrapped around her chest. Cuffs, braces, and a collar made from the same material as the belt and made in a similar style decorated her wrists, arms, and collar respectively. In her hands, she held a book she was reading, seemingly having not noticed Marco.

He tried to turn back and return to the upstairs bedroom, but the woman quietly commanded, “Don’t even think about trying to leave. We have much to talk about.”

"And why would I want to talk to you?" Marco growled. "After what you've done to everyone, we have no reason to talk to each other. We never even talked in the first place because you were so stuck up about your old job."

“As a matter of fact,” the woman corrected, closing the book and looking at Marco, “we do have something to talk about. I hear you’ve been allowed to admit your feelings to a… mutual friend of ours. I also heard she feels the same way about you. I’d like to know what makes you and her so special that such an exception would be allowed.”

"This doesn't concern you."

“You don’t get to decide such things.” The woman extended her hand, freezing Marco in place. “Have a seat.” Marco felt powerless and vulnerable as the body he formed to interact with the mortal realm was willed to sit down on the couch. “Now,” the woman continued, “I want you to tell me exactly what you told her.”

"What if I don't tell you?" Marco asked in between breaths, as if struggling to breathe. "What then?"

The woman glared at him, and Marco’s vision shifted. He saw Alison, tied and beaten and bloodied. Standing around her were demons armed with weapons and tools to humiliate her. Marco could only watch as, one by one, each demon took their turn with Alison, carving off a piece of her mortal form as they finished. After each one had their turn, they drew flaming swords and brought them down on Alison.

“Fortunately for you,” the woman replied as Marco’s vision returned to reality, “that was merely an illusion. However, unless you cooperate, I will make that vision a reality. Do I make myself clear, boy?”

Marco didn't say a word, all he did was hang his head, horrified at what he saw. Tears were falling down his face and his eyes widened in fear.

The woman stood up and approached him. "I said, do I make myself clear?"

Marco looked up at the woman with pure anger in his eyes. "Go die in a fire." He snarled. "You're not getting anything out of me, and you're not getting anywhere near Alison. We both know she's one of the only people who can kick your ass. So I suggest not messing with her unless you want to live-"

A hand immediately went across his face, leaving a dark handprint. “You underestimate my power,” the woman replied. “Just like Alison and your precious Creator.”

"It's quite the opposite, you see. To them, you're nothing, but they will always be more powerful than you. There's always going to be someone better than you, no matter how hard you try." Marco replied. "You will always be below first place."

As though it was reflex, the woman drew an ethereal dagger and plunged it into Marco’s heart. “Why do I even bother wasting my time with people like you?”

"You have been around them your whole life." A voice said from behind as the dagger faded to ash, revealing no wound on Marco. The woman turned to find Alison. Her hair was messed up and her eyes were gold, but the sclera in her eyes were as dark as the void, and she did not look pleased to see the woman in her living room.

"My, my, Alison. What beautiful eyes you have there-" the woman taunted before she was thrown to the wall telekinetically by Marco. "I don't appreciate that kind of attitude, Marco."

"And I don't appreciate you letting yourself into my house." Alison snarled.

In less than a blink, the woman moved behind Marco and held another ethereal dagger to his throat. “Choose your next words carefully, children,” she threatened. “It’d be a shame to see such fine angels reduced to embers.”

"How do I know if that's a real dagger you're holding? You could be trying to make me do something you want without any real threat being present."

The woman smiled, bringing the blade closer to Marco’s throat. He could feel ethereal heat coming from the blade, like a world-spanning wildfire condensed into a small and easily-hidden weapon. “It’s real,” he replied. “I can feel it.”

"What exactly do you want from us?" Alison questioned.

“It’s quite a simple request,” the woman replied. “Fall. Serve me and help me take what is rightfully mine.”

"You think I already don't know your plan with me?" Alison stated as an ethereal dagger came flying at the woman's shoulder from behind. It pierced through the woman's shoulder, making her let go of Marco, who immediately went over to Alison. "Why would I ever join you? What would I have to gain from that?" Alison questioned. "And what does Marco have to do with what you have 'planned'? Is he just a mere pawn to you, like me and all the others? Or is there something else?"

"Come now, Alison. There's so much for you to learn." The woman snarled.

"On the contrary, Lucy, it's you that has so much to learn." Alison corrected.

"And what exactly do I have to learn from people like you two?" Lucy questioned.

Almost immediately the three of them were teleported to an open field somewhere with no other buildings around for miles. "How about, 'Getting your ass kicked 101?" A feminine voice replied. Lucy immediately realized where it had come from. Alison and Marco weren't physically there, but taking their place was a 7'4 brunette holding two different swords with 4 arms, one with a normal ethereal blade, the other one was made of corrupted ether. Though one thing that was odd about the being was that they had features of both a male and female.

"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me." Lucy muttered, realizing that the being in front of her was a fusion between her brother and her 'pet'. 

"Nope."

“Very well,” Lucy replied, her form shifting into a 9-foot-tall violet-skinned man with white hair and wearing golden armor. In his hands, he held a mace with a flanged head larger than most watermelons and a shield the size of a car. “I’ll rid you both from this existence.”

"At least for once in your life, it's a fair fight." The being said.

“Depends on your definition of ‘fair,’” he replied. A wave of power washed over the fused being, rending them motionless. The devil smiled sadistically as he rushed forward and swung his mace at the being’s head.

The being broke through the hold with ease and dodged the mace. They rushed in for an attack, but the devil threw them back. He then unleashed an attack like a wall of ethereal fire that raced towards them.

They only had mere seconds to shield themselves from the fire. They would have been fried if they hadn't summoned a bubble around them to save themselves from the attack. They had to maintain the shield as ethereal tendrils rose from the ground and struck it again and again.

Spikes formed on the bubble, piercing through the tendrils and cutting them off halfway. The being looked up at the shield and noticed a large crack in it. "Not good." They thought.

As though on cue, a barrage of ethereal projectiles were summoned from the heavens and struck at the weak point. "Son of a b-"

The bubble completely shattered into fragments moments after making contact with the projectiles. As the ash and dust cleared, the being stood up with only a couple scratches on their face. 

The devil wasted no time and attacked again, swinging his mace at his enemy. The being lifted their sword and blocked the mace using only the blade. "You'll have to come up with something better than that." The being said as they stuck their sword through the devil's stomach, almost slicing him in half horizontally.

The devil’s form seemed to melt and morph like a Ditto with a bad temper as it removed itself from the blade and wrapped itself around the being’s head, beginning to suffocate it.

The being turned back into two forms of light for a split second only to reform outside the devil's grasp, causing him to fall. 

"You really need to stop teaching us new tricks." The being taunted as they finished reforming. 

As the devil reformed, a web of ethereal flame surrounded the being and started to slowly close in on them. The devil smiled, believing the battle already won, but he never saw the guardian enter the battle.

The unsheathing of his weapon betrayed Zane’s approach, but still he charged at the devil. Despite the devil turning around fast enough to assess the threat, he was still hit full-force in the stomach and thrown to the ground. Both of them almost immediately turned into entities of light, taking full advantage of their power to fight one another. As they fought, the air around them turned violent and thunder boomed with each strike.

YOU HAVE TO GO. NOW, Zane told the being.

"And let you have all the fun?" The being questioned as their two swords melted into a warhammer. After a few seconds. The weapon disappeared. "Fine." They muttered as they vanished.

<<•○•>>

The fused being reappeared in the forest near Alison's home, and relaxed against a tree. "I could go for some ice cream right now.." they said to themselves. As they separated, Alison was laying down on the ground, dizzy.

"You alright, blondie?" Marco asked with a chuckle.

"I'm okayy…" Alison replied as Marco helped her up. "I'm not used to that."

"I'm not either. But we better get back before something bad happens." Marco suggested. It was at that moment that they both realized how close to each other they were, and they both began to blush. Before he realized what he was doing, Marco pulled Alison closer to him and kissed her.

Alison's face went completely turquoise as she began blushing even harder. [Blush level at 1,000%] Before long, Marco’s eyes widened with realization and he tore himself away from her. “I’m sorry,” he apologized in a panic. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…”

Alison was almost in a trance, not responding to Marco. He eventually booped her on the nose and snickered as she fell backwards.

"Yeah, I think I killed her." He joked a little bit to himself. He then thought to himself, "I'm in trouble. I am so very much in trouble."

Alison soon broke out of her trance and looked at Marco with shock. "Marco.." 

"Alison, I… I'm so sorry… I-" he tried to apologize but was soon grabbed by the shirt and pulled towards Alison, kissing her again. His entire face was filled with blush at that very moment. This time, Alison didn’t let go. Their kiss seemed to last for what felt like ages, only separating when Alison realized she still needed to breathe.

"Almost forgot that I need air to live." She joked.

“Right,” Marco chuckled. “Silly human form.”

Alison playfully punched him in the arm. "Behave."

--

They eventually returned home with Alison immediately checking on her daughter, only to find her still asleep. She eventually returned downstairs to find Marco getting themselves some ice cream from the freezer. As soon as Marco turned around, Alison felt something like a shot to the heart.

Alison collapsed to the floor, tears falling down her face. In an instant, Marco set the ice cream down on the counter and ran over to her. "What happened?! Are you alright?" He asked.

"Zane..."

Marco’s eyes widened, and he whispered to himself, “By the Creator…”

"No… He can't… Zane…." Alison muttered to herself. "Zane.."

Alison immediately got up and teleported the two of them back to the field, and she didn't look all too happy. Marco could see that she was literally about to burst into flames.

Tears flowed down her face as she observed the aftermath: a warzone, where no living thing could survive. She found no bodies, no trace of either angel. She only found emptiness.

"Alison.. I'm so sorry…" Marco said to her. 

Alison clenched her fists as dark flames were coming off her hands. "I'm gonna find that son of a b*tch and rip his heart out." She growled.

“That’s not how we do things, Alison,” Marco argued.

"That's not how you do things." Alison snarled. "Everyone has their own way of handling things, and mine is different from practically everyone else. Your brother took something from me, now I'm going to return the favor."

"Alison, you can't. You'll be in even more trouble, which means a bigger punishment." Marco explained. "You've changed since… he.. showed up earlier. He's done something to you."

"He's ruined my life, Marco. He deserves whatever is coming at him." She told him. 

"Alison, listen to me! We're on the same page here, he's ruined my life as well! You don't need to do this. Just leave him alone and he won't bother you." Marco explained. "Please. Punishing him isn't what any of us want right now, it's not what Zane would want."

Alison stared at him, not saying a word. Instead she only sighed as the flames disappeared. She wiped the tears from her eyes and face, unaware of the arrival of someone else.

"...You're right.." she admitted. "Punishing him now wouldn't do anything but make things worse for everyone."

“Alison…”

Both angels turned to see the new arrival. Alison’s eyes widened, and Marco took a step back. “It’s you,” he whispered.

____________________________________________

[PATH OF LIGHT]

Standing before them was a man dressed in gold, flanked by two angels bearing flaming spears and shields. His hair was long and white, his skin was the color of blueberries, and his eyes shone like polished silver in the pale moonlight. He looked at Marco, then Alison. “Did you two do this?”

“Not at all,” Marco replied. “We left before this happened.”

“So,” Michael replied, “he wasn’t lying. Zane was defeated by the Deceiver.”

“He’s alive?” Alison asked through her tears.

“Yes, but he’s in bad shape,” Michael replied. “It’ll be some time before he regains the strength he needs to return to this plane of existence.”

"If only we had stayed, we would have prevented this.." Alison muttered.

“If you had stayed,” Michael corrected, “you would’ve been killed.”

"How do you know?"

Michael gestured to the destruction around him. “Is this not evidence enough? You had no real chance against him!”

Alison stayed silent and hung her head a little bit. Michael continued to look around, then turned to Marco. “What’s your assessment?”

"I'm just glad we got out while we can. If we stayed any longer, we would have died." Marco replied. 

“Textbook analysis,” Michael complimented. “Good work.”

"So what now?" Alison questioned.

“We report back,” Michael responded, “and we wait for further instructions.”

Alison was silent for a moment, then she nodded. "Seems reasonable."

///

Thirty minutes later, Marco and Alison were sitting on a bench just outside of the throne room. Marco has begun sketching again, while Alison enjoyed the fresh cool breeze. "So glad I got all this free time. Maddie never lets me have a decent amount of sleep."

“If you’d like,” Marco offered, “you can lean on me and take a nap.”

Alison's face immediately turned turquoise from blush. "D-dude. Right here?" She joked.

Marco smiled a little, then started gently guiding her closer to him, her head resting on his shoulder. “Like that.”

Alison's began blushing even more from embarrassment. "U-um…." She muttered. "Are you so sure about this?"

“Just relax,” Marco assured. “You can rest. There’s no need to worry about anything.”

"Alright.." As Alison drifted off to sleep, Marco continued his sketch. The image he drew was of a woman he had seen in his dreams, rarely at first but now in almost every moment. She looked like him, with black hair and green eyes and a beautiful smile. He had no idea who the woman was, but the thought of it plagued his mind. 

"Who are you?" He thought to himself as he stared at the picture.

____________________________________________

((The other two are for those that want to see the other outcomes))

[PATH OF MORTALITY] Standing in front of them, looking around at the destruction from what little eyesight he had left, was a man dressed in dark and weathered clothes. His dark skin was equally weathered, having sustained millennia of minor burns from his work as a weaponsmith. His black hair was frazzled and short, his beard looked recently trimmed, and his silver eyes shone with sorrow. 

“I couldn’t stop it,” he apologized. “I came to this place to think, and I saw him… I saw Zane. He was badly hurt, barely clinging to the mortal realm. I tried to act, but…”

"Dad.. are you alright? Is Zane alright? Is he alive?" Alison asked.

“I…” Alison’s father regained control for a moment. “He should be alive. He’s likely recovering at home, but it’ll be some time before he’ll be able to come back…” He hung his head. “I would’ve been able to stop it… I’m useless…”

"No you're not.." Alison said to him. "I'm the one that's practically useless.. I can barely do anything 'extreme' for me without needing help." 

“But I don’t get that luxury,” he replied. “I had all the same power as your brothers did, and I did nothing! I let my fear get in the way and now your brother’s…” 

"Wait.. if you're all the way out here.. then where's Eloise?" She asked.

Marco looked at them, confused. "Who?"

“She’s still at home,” the father replied. “She’s looking after the shop…”

Alison approached her father and hugged him tightly. The father hugged back, letting his grief spill out. “It’s okay,” Alison assured him, “it’s okay… Let’s get you home, okay?”

“He was my friend,” he muttered between sobs, “and I let him go…”

"It's okay.." She assured him.

"I have a feeling Zane is still alive." Marco informed them. “As you know, angels cannot die. He’s likely recovering right now.”

"But nephilim can die.." Alison muttered to herself.

“I’m sorry,” Travis muttered, his sorrow relieved.

"Dad, it's alright.." Alison assured him.

“I should’ve done something,” he continued.

“You can still do something,” Alison replied, now seeing confusion in her father’s bloodshot eyes. “I need you to make me some armor.”

“Alison, no!” Marco objected. “You can’t go after her!”

"Do you have a better idea?" Alison questioned.

“We go to the Creator. He can help us,” Marco suggested.

__________________________________________

[PATH OF DARKNESS] Stumbling towards them was a man barely holding himself together. His silvery eyes seemed to burn with anger in his skull. Speaking of which, his skull dominated half his face, and flesh slowly crawled across it to reform his face. The state of his body was similar, showing bone and flesh forming to cover the bright form underneath. As he approached, Alison noticed his path was marked with dead plants behind him and the healthy dirt under his feet turning to dust.

"Cain..?" Alison muttered.

“Surprised to see me, sister?” Cain stood upright as his form was finished. As usual, he was dressed in a business suit, and his golden hair was combed perfectly. “I’m touched that you think the prison they put me in was impenetrable. There’s still a little bit of childish naivety in your heart, and that warms me up more than anything else at the moment.”

"What made you come to that assumption?"

“The mere fact that you’re so surprised to see me,” Cain replied. “Pay attention to what I’m saying.”

"What do you want?" Marco growled, keeping Alison close to himself and away from Cain.

“It’s not about what I want,” Cain replied. “It’s about what you need. You need vengeance for this crime. I’ll help you. Simple, right?”

"What makes you think we can trust you?" Marco questioned.

“I wouldn’t expect you to trust me,” Cain replied, “but I’m far from the power level I had when I was defeated. Besides, killing Lucy will leave a power vacuum in Hell that I intend to fill, so getting your revenge will be helping me in the end. I have no reason to oppose either of you.”

"If Zane couldn't take her on, what chance would we have?" Alison growled.

“Zane made the mistake of fighting her alone,” Cain replied. “We will not. We will fight her together.”

"He told us to leave." Alison replied. 

“Then he was a fool, even to his final breath,” Cain growled. “Then again, what else would I expect from such a zealous individual?”

"Watch your tongue." Alison growled. 

“I was unaware you started caring about him,” Cain replied.

"And I was unaware you were stupid enough to think we'd help you do something that is SUICIDE."

“What Zane did was suicide,” Cain argued. “What I’m proposing will make us LEGENDS.”

"Zane tried to save us from actual death! Why would we run back towards it?!" Marco yelled.

“Because that’s the only way you’re going to give Lucy the proper execution she deserves,” Cain replied.

"What if we don't help you?" Alison questioned.

“Then you can live on knowing your brother suffered and Lucy didn’t,” Cain explained, “and you refused to do to Lucy what she did to Zane. Which means you let Lucy get away with her crime. I don’t think you can really let yourself live with that knowledge, but I’m always open to being wrong.”

"Alison.. let's go.. he's not worth it." Marco muttered to her as he grabbed her hand and began to walk back home, only to stop when Alison wasn't moving.

Alison looked up at Cain with anger in her eyes. "Count me in."

"Alison, no. She's going to kill you!" Marco exclaimed. "This won't bring Zane back to you."

"I'm not going to let her get away with this, Marco."

____________________________________________

THE ENCOUNTER

Alison and Marco stood before the dark throne. Darkness surrounded them, only held back by a few torches bearing dark flame. Behind them stood 7 angels, dressed in golden armor and wielding flaming swords. In front of them sat a young woman with golden hair, silver eyes, and the same outfit she was wearing when she showed Marco his deepest fears. “Well,” she grumbled, glaring at the gathering, “the lot of you certainly know how to ruin a good day.”

"Look who's talking." Alison growled as she crossed her arms.

“Are you here to simply bother me with empty statements of malice,” Lucy inquired, “or are you here because you want me to go with you?”

"And what option do you think is more plausible?"

"I'm still wondering why they kept Marco after all that has happened." Lucy muttered to herself. "Nonetheless, I don't plan on leaving."

"Wait," Marco questioned. "What do you mean 'after all that has happened'? What are you talking about?"

“Didn’t they tell you?” Lucy inquired. “You’d think someone like you would’ve been told about your true nature.”

“That’s enough,” one of the guardians barked, putting himself in front of Lucy. “Be silent and come with us!”

Alison felt the attack, but she didn’t see it. After a second, the angel’s head slid off his neck and the body crumbled to dust. The other angels charged forth, weapons drawn, but all were cut down. Now covered in the blood of angels, Lucy stood, a smirk on her face. “You’d think they would’ve learned by now…”

"What exactly do you mean by 'true nature'?" Alison questioned as she stepped in front of Marco.

“This doesn’t concern you, little girl.” Lucy wasted no time to shove her aside, staring Marco in the eyes.

"What the f*ck did you just call me?!" Alison snarled.

"Alison, I rather you not p*ss her off." Marco recommended.

“Yes, Marco,” Lucy commanded, “tell your friend to leave us alone. This business does not concern her.”

Alison merely glared at Lucy, giving her a dead stare.

“Now that that’s settled,” Lucy continued, turning her attention to Marco. “What did they tell you about what you are?”

"I never asked." Marco replied.

Lucy crossed her arms. “Same old Marco as I knew when you were made. Always content with knowing so little. I would’ve just had you terminated and used your remains to make another if the Creator didn’t force my hand.”

"What are you talking about?"

“What does it sound like?” Lucy asked. “Does it sound like you were created with all the other angels? Does it sound like you were born to a human mother and a human father? Or does it sound like I stitched your DNA together, hoping to replicate your little girlfriend over there?”

"You're lying!” Marco shouted. “There's no way any of this is real."

“You are just as capable an angel as I am,” Lucy replied, “despite your… mortal limitations. You can tell when I’m lying, right?”

Marco said nothing as the dreadful feeling of realization washed over him. His eyes widened, and he fell to his knees. He felt his whole world had shifted, and he was seeing everything with new eyes. "She’s not lying… I’m… I’m a nephilim..."

“And the circle takes the square,” Lucy taunted. “Took you long enough, son.”

Alison wanted to rush over to Marco and wrap her arms around his kneeling form. She wanted to put herself between Lucy and Marco and finish the demon off. No matter what she wanted to do, she couldn’t move, like her feet were stuck to the dark gravel beneath her. The revelation filled her with shock, and she couldn’t help but wonder if anyone else knew about this.

“I’m sorry that you had to be told by someone you aren’t particularly fond of,” Lucy apologized as she summoned a weapon with a long and slender blade, “but I’m afraid I must continue my research. Don’t worry, however. You won’t feel or remember a thing…”

Before Lucy could drive the rapier through Marco’s head, she felt something shatter the blade of her weapon. She turned to see Alison, covered in golden flame and wielding an ethereal short sword. Her eyes were furious flames of silver as she glared at the princess of darkness. "Get away from him you b*tch."

Lucy growled as her weapon turned to a spear and she thrust the head towards her enemy. With a quick maneuver, Alison watched as the weapon seemed to soar over her shoulder, mere inches from her skin. Alison tried to end the battle quickly, but Lucy was too quick. With a sudden lurch back, and then a charge forth, she hoped to return the attempt, only for Alison to side-step and slice the weapon in two.

The rest of the exchange was full of attacks and near-misses as both dodged each other, making use of every technique they knew. After what seemed like forever, Alison closed her eyes and blindly sliced with frustration as Lucy charged at her. She felt the blade hit something, and Lucy started screaming.

When she opened her eyes, she found an arm on the floor, slowly turning to dust but still leaking golden fluid. Lucy stumbled behind Alison, grasping the new stump of an arm as the blood of the angel spilled out.

"Eesh, that's a lot of blood."

Before Alison could register, Lucy had turned to her with blazed red hatred in her eyes and lunged, a dark sword in the hand still attached. Before the dark princess could attack, Marco managed to grab Alison and disappeared from the hellish realm. Realizing what happened, Lucy screamed in agony and rage.

“ALISON! MARCO! SO LONG AS I DRAW BREATH, SO LONG AS MY BLOOD FLOWS WITHIN ME, YOU WILL NEVER REST! DO YOU HEAR ME?! YOU WILL NEVER REST AS LONG AS I LIVE!!!”

<<•○•>>

AFTERMATH

As soon as Alison and Marco returned home, they could feel everyone watching them. Alison had cuts all over her from the fight, and Marco's skin had paled.

"Why are they staring at us?" Alison quietly asked. 

“Probably because you’re bleeding,” Marco replied. “You should go see the healers for that. Maybe you can see Zane, too.”

“What about you?” Alison inquired.

Marco was silent for a moment before replying, “I think I’m going to have a chat with someone.”

"Oh.. I see…" she muttered before stating. "Well, you better get going then." Before she walked away, she held Marco close to her and kissed him on the cheek. As she left, she felt a smile cross her face. Sure, she had faced down the devil herself twice within the span of 24 hours, but she felt better knowing how Marco felt about her and he was safe.

When she arrived at the healers, she felt the good feeling melt away once more. Laying on one of the beds was her brother, beaten and battered and barely strong enough to breathe. She approached, her hands trembling, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Not yet, Alison. He needs rest.”

She didn't even have to look behind her to see who it was, but she didn't say anything to them as she gently grabbed Zane's hand and held it. "Todo está bien ahora, mi hermano. Estoy en casa." She whispered to him as a few tears fell down her face. "Recupere su fuerza."

“Alison…” She turned to see the archangel Michael, who softly advised, “you should get your wounds treated. Let Zane rest.”

"...Alright.." she replied as she backed away from Zane. As she allowed the healers to do their work, she couldn't help but think about the other nephilim after all that has happened. But what worried her more was how Marco was holding up.

An hour later, Alison walked away with no wounds nor scars. When she laid eyes on Marco, her eyes widened at the formal suit and tie he now wore and the smile on his face.

"Wow, fancy. What's this for?" She asked.

“I figured you and I could go get some dinner together,” he offered. “Somewhere nice and quiet.”

"Will people be okay with this? Also, what about Maddie?"

“I’ve gotten the approval of the Creator,” Marco replied, “but you’re right, we should check on Maddie first.”

"Yeah.."