Regain the Balance

* the plan *

Dimal groaned as she stood before her master, who was furious. The millennia old creatures chest heaved with rage as he paced the room the two stood in. Dimal had told him of her mistake of letting the Scythe escape her and fall to Saisei and as she expected he was outraged.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY." He had shouted so loud the walls shook. "You are useless Dimal! I don't know why I ever entrusted the Death Scythe to you."

"Ya highness," she said softly after he had finished his pacing. Muddy blood red eyes glared at her so strongly she lowered her eyes to the ground.

"Ya highness," she began again, "I am not da o'ly one at fault here."

Her master chuckled darkly.

"You're not the only one at fault are you? You let the Scythe fall to Saisei, a place we cannot enter without clearance from those DAMNED ANGELS."

His words were laced with rage, as well as flames pouring out of his mouth as he spoke. Dimal shrunk into herself, her wings covering most of her body in hopes to disappear from her masters rage.

Her master, the one the humans from before would call Satan although he was known by the demons as Lucifer, was ruthless. He wouldn't hesitate to eradicate anyone or thing that stood as an issue and Dimal was no exception. She had messed up royally and feared for her life.

"How do you expect us to get the Scythe back if we can't enter Saisei?"

"Mi'Lord Lucifer, if I may suggest, dat maybe we get one of dem Angels into helpin us."

"How do you expect to pull that off?" He was curious. Lucifer had a glint in his eyes as she told him of her plan. It was risky, but it just might work.

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"You want me to do what?" Ganja shook his head at the Demon that pleaded with him. She had asked him to do the impossible. "Give an Angel a sliver of Demonic essence? How do you expect to do that? You know our kind do not mix well."

Dimal waved her hands dismissively at his concern. "Look 'ere. I do not tink it will work one hundred percent, but wats da harm in tryin?"

Ganja groaned.

"No Dimal. Do not bother me with this again."

The green eyed man fluttered his wings, preparing to take flight but was stopped by a sharp talon like appendage on his cheek. He faced the Demon who had came closer to him, leaving barely any room between them as she spoke.

"You and I both know dat our kind can mix just fine, wit a little practice is all." She said softly. Her red eyes flashed mischievously as her wings wrapped around their bodies and hid them from others gazes. "Wat do ya say we," she trailed a talon from his collarbone to the bottom of his ear lobe. "Find somewhere private to speak, hmm Gan-Ja?" She broke his name into syllables as she lifted her head to trail her rough tongue against his neck. Having spent many years beside the Angel, she knew his weak spots and this was one of them. She would break him down just enough so that he would do her bidding.

Just when she thought she had him pinned, she was pushed roughly away from him and watched in shock as he flew towards the Hall of Heaven.

"Dat bastard!"

Dimal followed after Ganja.

"Wat da hell is ya problem!"

"You. I have work to do."

"So wat! I have a death sentence on me head an if I don't get dat damned Scythe back soon, Lucifer will kill me!"

"So let him. It was your fault you were careless and dropped the Scythe."

Dimal shouted her frustration and used her rage to propel herself ahead of Ganja. She forced him to stop by grabbing ahold of his white robes tightly and pulling him towards her.

"Ya pompous Angel! Do ya not undastand dat if I do not have da Scythe of Death, da Balance will be t'rown off? Can't ya feel da weight of da dead looming over ya head? They're stuck in dat Limbo, no where to go. They'll stay there, screamin and cryin until I can get me Scythe back and send them on their way."

Ganja glared at her and forcefully removed her talons from his robes. He would have to get new ones since she tore four large holes in them when she grabbed him.

"If you hadn't been so careless and obsessed with those damn souls we were making, you wouldn't have dropped the Death Scythe on Saisei." He rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before he spoke again.

"I will help you."

Dimal grinned and was about to say her thanks, but was stopped by a finger to her face. She looked into the intense grass green eyes of Ganja as he spoke.

"I will help you, under one circumstance."

"Wat will it be?"

"I become the ruler of Heaven."

Dimal couldn't hold back her boisterous laughter.

"Y-ya wan-na be da ruler?!" She chortled, her words being wheezed out in between breaths. "You and I both know dat there hasn't been a ruler in millennia! Ya pompous Angels have been managing yaselfs since da Scythes were created." She pretended to wipe away a tear from her red eyes. Ganja knew Demons were incapable of producing tears so he grew even more annoyed when Dimal mocked him. "Just because ya have da Scythe of Life, da pure side of ya 'God', doesn't mean ya can become da ruler."

Ganja straightened his back and puffed out his chest.

"I am more than capable of ruling the Heavens." He said defiantly.

Dimal scoffed. "And I'm more than capable of shoving me foot up ya arse. Quit talking nonsense and let's get to business shall we?"

Ganja pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, but reluctantly agreed. The two set off for the Hall in a flurry of white and black wings.