Regain the Balance

* the creation *

They had done it.

They had made their own way to seek out the Scythe of Death.

It was once thought impossible, yet standing before the duo was an Angel, beautiful yet deadly with an underlying, Demonic power that would make itself known at the right time, while a Demonic entity stood beside the new Angel with a surreal grace, but with all the malice and tormenting nature of a Demon. The two stood stick straight as their dull eyes stared blankly at the wall behind their creators.

Dimal whooped in victory.

"We dun did it Ganja!"

Ganja had a rare smile on his face. "Yes, we have done it. Now when the time is right-"

"These two will be sent down to Saisei to find da Scythe, but not at da same time so no one suspects a ting. It's a brilliant plan dat I," she placed the tip of her wing over her chest, "came up with all on me own."

"None of this would be possible if it weren't for my help, you idiot." Grumbled Ganja. "Now, before we are caught, send your creation where it belongs and I'll do the same with mine."

Dimal merely nodded before speaking in an eerily stern tone.

"You," the tip of her obsidian black wing brushed against the dazed males chest before her. "In due time I will need you."

Her jagged teeth flashed behind her cracked lips in a sick and twisted grin.

"And when I do need you, you will NOT disobey me. You WILL follow orders given by me and me alone. Am I clear, Zakar?"

The new Demons head bobbed gently at the question, murky white eyes staring blankly at the female demon before him. Through his eyes, he could see nothing but pure energy before him. The dark mass of energy swirled around him and clouded his senses. He could feel nothing, hear nothing, see nothing but the energy of the one who created him.

And it was bliss.

While Dimal kept herself busy with her creation, Ganja focused his energy on the strikingly beautiful Angel that stood in front of him. She looked him in the eyes and he found himself repulsed by her gaze. This... abomination dare look him in the eyes. 'Disgusting thing.' He knew already that this knockoff on an Angel would cause him trouble in the future so he would have to keep a close eye on her. At the first sight of disobedience she would be cast aside like the garbage she is.

"Ophelia. That will be your name." He stated simply.

The deepest black eyes stared blankly at the male Angel, no sign of acknowledgement in her face whatsoever. Ophelia could feel his disgust radiating off him in waves, and her body reacted against her will. She refused to acknowledge him if he treated her like trash. She may have just been made but she had more self awareness than her counterpart beside her, seeing as how she was made from a more intelligent being. She couldn't help who she was, or rather what she was.

She didn't ask to be made.

Ganja and Dimal stepped back, extending one hand each.

"Now, back to where you belong at once!" They spoke at the same time, a white and black beam of light shooting from their respective hands and into the chests of their creations. The only sound they heard was a soft grunt from them before they phased into balls of energy, spun around their creators, and shot out of the room to where they belong. Dimal whistled in amusement at the sight, Ganja watched in boredom.

"Ya do know dat no one can know we made them, right Ganja?" Dimal said after a moment.

"Do you really think I'm that much of an idiot." Quipped Ganja. He gaze her a side glance and scowled at the Demon that grinned up at him. "Wipe that grin off your face. If it weren't for you we wouldn't have had to do any of this. I would have been done with you years ago, and I sure as hell wouldn't have been demoted to this low rank if it weren't for you."

"How was dat me fault?"

"You know exactly what-"

Ganja was interrupted by a wing shoved into his face, which he angrily bit.

"Oh, so aggressive arentcha?" Chuckled the Demon. "Calm ya nerve me boy, tis only the beginnin' of the fun."