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NOTICE: There is a tenth part. This is not the last part no matter how
it looks. Writers honor that there is one more part!

WARNING: This fic contains murder, blood, and sad and demonic themes.
That's why it's dark. Sorry no rape.
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               Part 9 of, The seven sins and virtues.......

    Everything was turning in the wrong direction.  Everything seems to
have decided to move against me, to slay me. It seems that the angel�s
are not so nice as anyone would think. The angels seem a lot like us.
With a government and a society. And a black market. I�m starting to
think heaven is no paradise anymore. But I won�t be going there when I
die. Is would be going here, if this place survives.
    I deserve to go to hell after what I have done, for what I have
caused. All the people that have died because of me will scream for
revenge. And this revenge will be an eternity of suffering. But there is
still something worse then that, the thought of what will happen if I
don�t stop Satan. Mankind will be destroyed by a rain of blood and dark
fire. God only knows what my punishment will be after that. But it will
be so severe that I will most likely never see Sarah again. Yes that
would be a fair punishment for causing thousands upon millions upon
billions to die. For me to never be rid of the pain caused by my love
for Sarah. To never be with her. That would be the vilest punishment
ever.
    I will live alone if I die before the world is saved. I will never
see my dead father, my dead mother and my love. I have no friends to
see, I have nothing but hope and despair and love. The three things
which guide my light and seal my fate. But what will that fate be? Will
it be merciful and kind, letting me be with Sarah forever. Or will it be
cruel, and leave me alone with alone with my own pity?
    But I am always brought back to the subject of heaven lately. Ever
since the battle between the two sisters, Azreal and Lilith, I have been
wondering who is the bad guy in all of
this. Is there? Or are they all the bad guys. Maybe there is no line
between good and evil. Maybe there is just evil......
    I walked through the darkness wondering if I would find Satan soon.
I had to get back Sarah�s soul or I would drift into insanity soon. Such
a foe cannot be vanquished easily. He has to be prevented before he can
do any damage. But it�s to late for that.
    Insanity was getting closer, it was closing in on sanity, surprising
him. Sanity could not feel it but I could. The constant screams of pain
and agony didn�t help. Neither did the images which appeared all around.
All of them in my visions. Blood rain and Sarah on a burning cross were
the most popular, they seemed to affect me the most.
    I knew that my greatest battle would be from within, not from
without. It seemed like a battle I couldn�t win. A battle against
insanity, hatred, fear and all the other enemies which lay in me. They
all sought blood, the blood of my good parts. The blood of sanity, love
and courage. I have to say that the forces of good are out matched in
that battle. If only I could turn the tides of the battle in my favor. I
would by releasing Sarah�s soul.
    Then I saw a black image, blending in with the surroundings. Yet it
could be seen when it moved. The image vibrating on the background made
the stranger visible. �Come and face me. Or are you a coward?� The
shadow-like figure turned a blood-red color. He was the same person from
my dreams. The same shadow that the angel battled. Except now he was red
so I could see him. �No one calls me a coward. You are pretty cocky. A
mere mortal like you thinks he can defeat me. You may be the spirit of
unresting love but you are no match for me.�
    I let out a sadistic smile. I felt the evil within in me swelling. I
then held oud my hand and purple light swirled around it, engulfing it.
Then the light broke revealing a purple sword of light. It shone with
holy brilliance and resinated a feeling of justice. �Are you ready to
meet
bitter defeat?�
    Satan smiled and nodded mockingly. �Not bad. A sword of hope. You do
well son. Make your father proud.�
    I couldn�t believe what I heard then. He must be lying. That must be
a decoy. Yes, a way of distracting me while he goes in for the kill.
�I�m not going to fall for that one. You will not distract me!�
    Satan shook his head and hung it low. �You really think I would lie
like that? You are my son. A demon. Why do you think your adoptive
mother has no pictured of your father? She doesn�t because she never met
him. She found you on her doorstep when you were a baby and decided to
raise you out of her kind heart. You are really me and Lilith�s son. But
she�s rather dead. Killed by your own hand. You are cold blooded.�
    As I fell to my knees, I looked at him and felt my hope and despair
disappear. I felt it replaced by rage. But since my hope and despair was
gone the sword vanished. I felt like killing him. Killing him for what,
he said. Maybe it was true. But I will kill him! Kill him for doing this
to me. Kill him for Sarah. Kill him for vengeance.
    �Just kill, kill and bring an end to pain. Wash away your sorrow
with the blood of people. See the life drain from your victim. See you
hands with the blood on it. Drink blood, drink it like it was red wine.
Indulge in hatred and spite. Feel the dark emotions within you and give
into them. Let the corruption seep through you and you shall have
eternal power.� A voice echoed this inside my head. I felt I had to
agree with him. Yes to kill and bathe myself in blood would be poetic
justice. It would be justice.
    �Don�t hide behind false words like justice. Let me help you. Let me
help you regain stability. You fall into madness so many times, and
return again. I hope that this time you will return permanently. Just
resist the temptation of insanity. His words coax you to join him, to
fall into darkness. But you will find no peace there, only hatred.�
    I looked to see Satan watching me with a grin on his face. Happy
with the fact that he knew I couldn�t fight him. I looked within myself
for the voice which ordered me to resist the darkness and asked, �Is he
really my father?�
    The voice seemed to nod within me. �I knew this all along. You just
could never take it. But in a way, he is not your father. It is all how
you perceive it. Is a father just biology? Or is a father a person who
cares about you and helps you? Truth is in the eye of the beholder. If
you view him as your father, then he is. If you view him as a distant
person you have never met, a person who doesn�t care for you. Then he is
not your father.�
    I agreed with him. �So then I fight? To save my mother, who is
really my mother for I see her as. And for Sarah, who is my treasure
that I will do anything for. They are these things because I see them as
these things.� I felt my anger towards Satan froth and bubble within me.
Focusing on putting him into eternal rest.
    �Yes it is true. Now go and fight him for Sarah and your mother. But
beware. Do not fight with your anger for that is where he draws his
strength. Like you with hope and despair, he takes energy from hatred
and fear. And these bring insanity back from hiding. Right now he is
waiting in the shadows of you mind for a time to get you. Do not let
him, or the world is doomed. Now fight him bravely!� Then the voice
vanished.
    I stood up from my kneeling position which I had dropped to. I held
out my hand and repeated the procedure. Soon a blade of purple energy
appeared in my hand. But this one burnt brighter then the last. It
seemed that this blade would bring justice to Satan. I am like an
evangelist, fighting for a just cause. But unlike others I am dark and
evil. That side of my mind is powerful and evades my attempts to stop
its evil actions. So I adapt.
    Satan held out his hand in the same way and a blade of black energy
appeared in his hand, the same as mine. �So shall we fight?�
    I charged at him gracefully and we began. It seemed I instantly knew
how to use a sword. It seems one part of me has taught me how. My blade
flowed smoothly as it fell against the other blade.
    The light by the swords was very dim but created a very odd look
which could affect ones thinking if distracted by it. but I was totally
focused on the battle. I had to win! I had to win for everyone and
everything.
    Then one blade met its destination. Satan looked down at his chest.
Black blood flowing out onto the black floor. He then collapsed onto the
shadowy ground, stomach to the floor. When he reached there he began to
spit up more blood then I have ever seen.
    I looked down at his dying body. I knew it was over and the only
loose end to be tied up was finding Sarah. �It�s over Satan. You can no
longer fight against everything. It is time for you to rest in
everlasting agony.�
    Satan let out a small laugh as he spat more blood on the floor. �You
just don�t get it do you? Do you know why I left you in the human world
instead of keeping you here? I did it to save myself from eternal
damnation. I can see into the future once in a while. An ability you
have acquired. In the future I saw that the cation of leaving you there
would cause me to return to heaven where I can enjoy paradise again. I
know you will go there and open the door of souls to let me in. I have
seen your destiny. You have a depressing future, but it will lead to
great power and joy. Just remember that I not only did this for me, but
for you as well. The future is already written. And I hold all the
cards.� Then he died. Laughing, a cold demonic laugh with the last of
his breath.
    I couldn�t help but wonder what the hell he was talking about. But
my thoughts were soon disrupted when the floor started shaking. There
was an earthquake and I was caught in the middle of it.  What the hell
could be causing this. I soon found the answer.
    An angel appeared in front of me. She was the same size as Azreal
and wore the same clothes. But she had short brown hair and dark brown
eye. �It�s time to go.�
    I looked at her as she hovered just above the shaking ground. �Who
are you and where are we going?�
    �I am Mary, the angel of true death. I have come to bring you back
to your own world. Azreal asked me to do it.�
    �But I have to save Sarah! If I don�t, she will die!� I paused for a
second and then came up with an important question. �What�s happening?�
    �Hell is falling apart. This place, hell. It�s just a projection of
Satan�s thoughts. It shows his mental feelings. If his mood changes, so
does this place. But by doing this he has the
advantage of changing his surroundings to his advantage. His mind is
dead so is the world now.� She paused as well for a second then sighed.
�Look. There is no time to rescue Sarah. You have to look out for
yourself.�
    I shook my head violently. �No! I am going to save Sarah and you
can�t stop me! Now go away and leave me be!�
    Mary nodded. �Fine. So be it. I will go. Expect no help from me.� So
she vanished into thin air. And when she vanished, my hunt for Sarah
began....
    I ran through the shadows, looking for her. Screaming out her name.
But my screams were washed away by the thousands of other, screaming to
leave this place. And they did, through death. As each little scream
blacked out one loud scream took its black. It was a symphony of terror
and torment. The filthy, sadistic demons enjoyed these cruel acts. But
soon they would be dead, and never able to laugh at others pain again.
    My insanity was gaining on me, fast. I only had a short period of
time before I was under the sadistic mans powers. Sone he would bind up
sanity and leave him to rot. Then I would be next. But I wouldn�t let
that happen. There were to many things at stake. I had to find Sarah,
quickly!
    Then I saw it, the object in one of my visions. A tall jet pillar.
It was a little taller then me and more then twice as thick. It was very
well made and adorned with various demonic symbols. And on top of it was
a glowing white crystal, about a large as my fist. That was Sarah�s
soul.
    The pillar with Sarah�s soul on it was in the middle of five other
pillars which surrounded it. These pillars were much the same but with
different color crystals on the top..Blue, green, yellow, pink, and
orange. Each one cast a light the same as their color. This light seemed
to resinate power and righteousness.
    I walked up to Sarah�s pillar and grabbed the crystal. As I grabbed
it the crystal let of a bright white light which got brighter and
brighter until I could see nothing but white light. Pure, holy white
light which blocked my vision of everything else.
    Pure white instead of pure black as a home. It felt kinda war,
comfortable in a cozy way. But that would all end, soon.....
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may not like it this way but it's the only way I could end this series.
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