WITHOUT

Coming Undone.

Clark walked a long the hallways, heaven was not what she had expected.     As child, she had no thoughts on the matter - Mama was heaven!  As she got older, she was working - Heaven was a day of rest.    A sleep-in, a warm day she could see friends.     As a young woman, it was Lucian.      He would visit her village (For business)      Her mother kept her very "busy" on those days (Sometimes gave her stern tellings off)

But, she would find Lucian.

He smiled a lot at her, told her she was pleasing to the eye.     He would hold her in his arms, cup her face (Kiss her in a way, she had never been kissed before)   Lucian was heaven.  But, sadly hell found her too.      It made her sick, her stomach grew a lump.     Clark put those thoughts aside, she needed to clear her mind.    The cold steel in her hands helped her focus, heaven would now be her doing what needed to be done.

Knowing she had faced a devil with wings.    What was her's and right was to come back where they belonged.    Clark abruptly stopped, angels could "see" her here.     Her "deadness" wouldn't allow her to mist, and just disappear into thin air.     Clark had turned a corner, walked a short way down a hallway - Angels were headed in her direction!

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"Help him stand.    That last beating shouldn't have happened, he's still got bruises.  Noticeable areas of damage (A moment of silence, hands reaching for Ethan. Ethan pulled away from them) Just hold his arm, we may have to put him in a cart - Or some trolley..."            The taller of the two angels, gave Ethan a small shake (Pointed to a chair)       Ethan moved, sat (Sniffed) touched his face (Quickly remembered why he shouldn't do that)    An Other quietly stood to the side, he was holding a bowl and a soft cloth.

He watched Ethan carefully, he wanted to assist this man that sat before him.     Ethan had an energy radiating off him, that made the young man shake , but stare at Ethan) Ethan's wings were tucked neatly just behind him (They kept threatening to extend themselves)      The Other noted, Ethan had one completely black eye (Extensive bruising), one blood-shot eye, and whip marks that had left him looking like someone had drawn all over him with a black/purple and red marker.

"....There was a good reason.    But, yes.     You do have a good point there!     If our God's Hand, sees him looking like this!   I really don't want to be Amara or Rhys, at present.   This poor thing, is a sight!.."    The second angel shook his head. The Other was finger-snapped at to start cleansing Ethan.      The young slave stepped forward smartly, respectfully nodded to Ethan.     He quickly bent, to a kneeling position - Looked Ethan in the eye, bowed his head.

Ethan looked at the young man before him, could he be spared?     He was waiting for a gap, when no one's watching....When all eyes were looking else where, ears too busy listening to idyll chatter - He would then command EB and Hector (I would be drawn too)    We would all come to him, and then he would light a match.

To a fire!

A simple gesture, with so many foul out comes.  Ethan had a "thought" in his head.   It was death. His same-age Others wouldn't survive (They wouldn't know how too)      The few children left would, it would kick-start their very beings into survival-mode (Make them fight!)    He would be ready for their "greetings" back to him (Cause they would come looking for him. He could count on it)

Ethan felt a warm cloth to his hands, two eyes watching him.     A quiet voice told him, the young man before him - Knew what he had planned (Could he do it as painlessly as possible?) Ethan looked at his fellow Other, the young man had a scar across his face (It had been received because of a broken glass)     Ethan gasped, but in truth he really wasn't surprised.    After all that he'd seen and had done to him - Ethan felt a ranging knot in his gut.