I silently debated with myself over this dilemma, and came to a decision after a few moments.

"I'm sorry, Charles." I said as I took the smirking  angel's hand. He picked me up bridal style as he extended his magnificent wings from his back. I looked back at Charles and saw that a wave of betrayal flashed across his eyes, but was soon replaced by sadness. I forced myself to look away so that the horrible feeling within me would not creep up any further. We took off, and were soaring across the night sky of London lit up by the flame.

"You made the right choice." Ash said with hint of triumph.

I didn't want to say anything. I knew that soon, Ciel was about to die after the fight between Ash and Sebastian. The reason I decided to go with Ash was that I wanted to see Ciel one last time. After all, we been through quite a lot together. Even though we have been through periods of doubts of each other, I felt like we have managed to reconcile. I was still slightly bitter that Sebastian left me to die when the Preston Abbey was collapsing though. It was Angela, that saved me during it. Ash or Angela has helped me multiple times with out asking for anything in return, which was why I trusted them.

"Isn't it beautiful, the sight of a city enabled to be born anew?" Ash asked which snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Yes." I agreed mindlessly. In truth I couldn't bare to watch centuries of efforts being burned to the ground just like that.

We landed on top of what I assumed was the still in construction Tower Bridge. Ash put me down on a stable area and gestured towards the flaming hell. We had a perfect view over the entire city that was suffering form this great fire.

"When this is over, the city would be fully rid of its uncleanliness. It is then we can rebuild a place without impureness." His smiled looked dangerously closed to that of a madman.

"Why do you have to burn everyone?" I asked, "Surely there must be some good people."

"I wish, but that is simply not true. The only pure one I've ever come across is you. I had thought the Queen was pure, but she disappointed me in the end."

It was very windy up here, probably due to the fire causing hot air to rise very fast. It pushed waves of warm air up to us, maxing with the cold air of this attitude, creating a strange mix of currents blowing into my face.

Ash looked at me, and at my arm, "My pure one, you are hurt."

I glanced at the exposed wound on my arm, "It's nothing, it's just a small cut."

"Allow me." Ash put his hand on my wound and a surge of warmth conducted from his contact. An unnatural white light also glowed from it. When he took his hand away, the cut was gone.

"Thank you..." I muttered.

"Strange." Ash said, still staring at my arm.

"What is it?"

"It left a scar, again."

Now that I payed attention to it, I could indeed see a scar where the wound was a few seconds ago. What was even stranger was that it over lapped with another scar that I got all the way back when I protected Ciel from Madam Red's attack. It was also healed by Angela that time, and it also left a scar. I squinted to look at it better in the faint light. The way the scars were overlapped made it seem like a cross; the cross that was the symbol of Christianity.

"They are burning down... Her Majesty's dream, and the human world." Ash started speaking again, "Ah, at last, the great and notable day of our Father cometh! The signs shall be blood, and fire, and vapour of smoke. Isn't that right, demon?"

I looked to the other side of the half-contracted bridge and saw that Sebastian was standing there with Ciel in his arms. I had been so engrossed in studying the strange occurrence on my arm that I didnt even notice them arriving.

"Why did you kill the Queen too?" Ciel said to Ash.

"Her clouded fish-eyes." Ash replied, "Her eyes should have been fixed on the future, but they were held captive by the past, and they dulled and rotted. There was nothing for me to do but cleanse her."

Sebastian turned around and walked to the platform area at the other end of the bridge. He set Ciel down on a box and said, "This seat is a bit uncomfortable, but I believe it has the best view in the house." He stood back up. "Your orders, my lord?"

Ciel ripped away his eyepatch and threw it into the wind, "Kill him... Kill the angel!"

Sebastian bowed. "Yes, my lord."

Ash continued with his rambling, "When this bridge is completed, it will seal eastern London from uncleanliness." He turned to look at Sebastian, "As an angel, I have no choice but to purge any demons who alight upon this gate." He took out his sword from the sheath, "Purge them into pure-white beings; without stain, without heart, without life."

Both the demon and the angel jumped to attack each other consecutively, faster than the human eyes could see. All while that, I decided to confront Ciel.

"Ciel!" I said loudly in hope that he'd hear me through all the commotion.

He looked at me, "Why are you with him?"

"No, I-"

"You don't have to lie," Ciel said firmly, "I know you have been working with that angel against me."

"Against you!?" I was extremely surprised, "I wound never!"

"Then how would you explain what happened in the Abbey?" He questioned in an accusing tone, "It was obvious that you worked with Angela."

I wanted to face palm. "No I wasn't, well, not against you."

"You, and Grey, I know you are all working against me."

I laughed in frustration. "Ciel, have you gone mad?" I said as I stared into his heterochromic eyes, with one shining brightly with the mark of the demonic contract. 

"No, I'm certain I have not. You are the mad one for working with the angel."

Anger rose in me as Ciel continued denouncing me. "Ciel, do you even know what I have done for you? I risked my safety and friendship with Lau to negotiate with him, trying to get him not to betray you! I was even prepared to offer him control over the East End, which I could have very well taken for myself if you were gone, all in exchange for your safety!" I shouted horsely. "How could you accuse me?"

"Say what you want," Ciel said coldly, "I don't have to believe a word."

A tear of frustration and heartache fell down my cheeks. That was it? That was what Ciel thought of me after all that I have done for him, after all that we have gone through together? How stupid was I to think of him as a friend.

Suddenly, large puffs of smoke-like black substance obstructed our view of each other, forcibly halting our conversation. It clung onto Sebastian and Ash as if it was attracted to them. It was the manifestation of the hearts and emotions of the dead in this great fire.

"This mist..." Sebastian muttered as he inspected them.

"Yes, it feels wonderful." Ash said with ecstasy. The angel's voice turned into Angela's, "This feels so wonderful... They are so warm and clammy."

A trail of it abruptly threw itself onto my chest. I suddenly fell as if I was under water, struggling to breathe. It felt like as if the black substance was trying to enter me, filling a space that was previously empty. Was it trying to replace my nonexistent soul?

"An angel clothed in uncleanliness?" Sebastian said with narrowed eyes. "How the mighty have fallen."

The angel's voice was back to the male one, "The pleasures of uncleanliness are unpleasant ad unbearable to me. However..." It alternated back to the female form, "The despair of uncleanliness gives me power."

I looked up to where the black substance was gathering in the sky above us. It formed the shape of a particular symbol, the one that was in the Preston abbey, the one that was burned onto Ciel's side. The size and fullness of it grew as more and more from all over the flame-engulfed London joined into it.

A bit of the black subsided from Ash's side, revealing the immaculate wings that grew form his back. "I grow stronger and stronger," he said, "Oh, what to do?" The angel then tried again to encourage the demon to join her, but was once again refused by the demon, which seemed to angered Angela, "If you won't embrace me as a woman..." She turned into her male form again, "I will stay in the form, as the Sun... and sink my shaft into you all the way to the hilt." Ash said as he licked his sword." He pointed his sword upward and the tip of it started emitting blinding light.

"The Final Judgement approaches," Ash announced as waves of light beamed from his sward, "Hear me, demon: your chest  shall be the sheath to my sword." His face twisted into a an expression of madness, and crazed laughter could be heard as he charged towards Sebastian, "Take it into yourself!"

With a swing of his sword, the demon's arm detected from its place, with dark crimson blood splattering everywhere. The angel tried to take another swing at the demon, but he dodged out of the way just in time.

Suddenly the heavy feeling on my chest that I've been trying to push away disappear. All the puffs of black started disappearing hundreds by hundreds, until the shape in the sky could no longer be made out. I smiled, thinking that Grell, Undertaker, and the rest of the shinigami must haven been doing their jobs.

"Those blasted reapers dare to interfere with this noble and hallowed ceremony!?" Ash exclaimed.

"What a pity." Sebastian said with a smirk, "It doesn't look as though we'll be able to greet this 'zenith'. Shall I make my counter attack?"

The angel then tried to summon the hell hound Pluto, but got no respond. Turned out the servants of the Phantomhive house had taken down the hellhound. The angel was so exasperated that his lips started trembling. "Useless... Useless... Useless... Useless..." He kept repeating the word until the maddening voices of both Ash and Angela alternated so fast that it could not be made out from each other. "They are all useless!" The angel screeched, "Taste the flames of hell!" It flew up into the sky, and projectiles of feather rained from the wings onto their side of the bridge.

After the smoke and dust subsided, I could see Sebastian on top of Ciel, having shielded him from the deadly projectiles with his body. He leaned down, whispering something in Ciel's ear, presumably telling him so close his eyes.

My heart rate sped up as I knew that Sebastian was about to revert to his true form in order to defeat the angel. I have been waiting for this moment. Ever since I realised the fact that I was in the world of Black Butler, this has been on the back of my mind.

Sebastian stood, and turned back around to face us. In the dark, I could see his two crimson eyes glowing a demonic pink, piercing through the night.

"Now I can show you my true self." Sebastian said with an air of finality. He confidently walked towards Ash. Plethora of feather, dark as night, surrounded the demon, somewhat obstructing my view of him. "My unsightly, disgusting, repulsive... true form."

As he advanced towards the angel, the sound of his footsteps changed to ones of heals colliding on the the metal floor. Through the rain of feathers, I could see the dark shadow of a person, a demon, stalking towards the prey in white in front of him.

As my gaze focused on the creature, a pang of dread immediately stuck my heart. My whole being froze, as if my body was unable to even make the 'fight of flight' decision that is rooted in my human instinct. It was like nothing I've ever felt before. I regretted ever wanting to see this terrifying sight, desperately hoping I will be able to erase this memory form my brain once this is all over. This was a creature of pure terror.

Something urged me to at once stop staring at the epitome of evil, but it was as of my eyes were glued to it, I couldn't look away. Though I watched intently, I barely caught the images of acute claws, sharp fangs, parculiar heels, and a pair of void-coloured wings that were virtually indistinguishable from the surrounding darkness, as it tore the fragile angel to pieces.

With a final blow, a ghastly light that was brighter than anything I've ever seen beamed from where the angel once was. But with the corner of my eyes, I saw a faint flash of white falling off the bridge. Normally I wouldn't have cared about things that I see at the corner of my eyes, but it was as if a mysterious force was pushing me to do so, I scuttled to the edge to look at what it was.

Suddenly, the section I was standing on tilted sideways, and I immediately lost my footing and started sliding towards the edge. I screamed and frantically tried to claw onto anything that would keep me from falling, but to no avail. The next moment, I was air-borne.

Time slowed down. I almost was beginning seeing flashback of my entire life when the white entity that had so compelled me to look entered my sight again. It was the glowing image of a person, half-transparent. Oddly, it looked like Angela. It glided down to me and held its hand out, coming into contact with my outreached one. As soon as contact was made, I felt as if I became weightless. We landed on the ground next to the river safely.

"What are you?" I asked in awe.

It didn't say anything, instead a knowing smile appeared on its luminescent face. Light gathers in its hands and the rapier of the angel appeared. It held it out, willing for me to take it.

I looked into its eyes questioningly and was returned with a nod. I slowly took hold of the rapier, and my arm, where the cross scars were, started stinging a bit. The phantom bursted into tiny balls of light when the rapier was lifted off its hands, and they blew off into the warm wind. In the wind, I heard an otherworldly voice faintly whispered.

"For one to be abolished, another must be reborn."

I felt whole, I felt fulfilled, I felt alive.

In front of me a portal of light opened. I had somehow always knew that this was my destiny. now I knew my purpose of life, now I knew the one and only reason why I came to this world.

I smiled as I willingly stepped into my everlasting future.

THE END

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