The archangel Michael collapsed on his knees and a gasp escaped from his lips. The group had just left the several cabbies that had taken them to the Big Ben. Or, at least, had tried to. The traffic was already stuck a few streets before and since it had seem unlikely the cars were going to move soon, they had decided to walk the last few meters.

In a blink of an eye, Castiel stood next to Michael and his blue eyes swam with concern. The angel had felt the slight distarbance as well, but if Michael hadn't collapsed, Castiel wouldn't have been consciously aware of it. Apparently it affected the Archangel much more.

"She's back," Michael whispered. His left hand reached for his heart as if suddenly felt whole again. However, that feeling did not take long. A high pitched cry penetrated his mind and he could almost feel his eardrums rip apart.

Anger filled Michael's and Castiel's mind. The angel was old enough to understand what Michael had been talking about and now an angel's cry for help filled their minds. It could only mean one thing and it made them both furious. Their sister was in danger!

Their eyes lit up and illuminated the street; Castiel's was a bright blue whereas Michael's was a blinding white light. The others only now realised something was wrong but by the time they had turned around, both angels were gone. They had answered their sister's cry for help.

Hawk furrowed her eyebrows and her fox Han Solo stared up to his mistress with a slightly tilted head. "Where did they go?" she asked surprised. Han circled around her leg, feeling something was amiss.

"I think I know," Gil answered. Though she had no idea what had happened, it was not hard to guess that their plan had failed before it had even started. Avus was already there and Michael and Castiel were going to stop him. "How much farther is it to the Big Ben?" she asked no one in particular.

"Just a few blocks away," Sherlock answered.

"Yeah, you can already see the building from here," Hawk added while she vaguely gestured in its direction.

"Son of gun," Dean cursed when he realised it as well. They all started to run and pushed their way through the crowd. Serena however had glanced in the direction Hawk had pointed and saw something quite unfamiliar.

"That is some very local mist," she muttered to herself. The blonde noticed she had fallen behind on the others and shook her thoughts away. Quickly, she followed them but some people had already started to close the gap.

"Out of the way!" Serena shouted. "Fellow worker!" She had no idea why she said that, though, but it seemed to work. People jumped out of the way and Serena stormed right passed them until she had caught up with the others. Now, she allowed her thoughts to wander off again. Why was it so crowded? Was it because of the dark mist? Had everyone stopped to look at it? She couldn't think of another reason and decided that had to be it. People were strange creatures, really. In stead of searching for the source of the sudden oddly mist, they stared at it like some kind of monkeys.

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Muriel's hand laid around her neck but the scarlet blood continued to seep through her fingers. It runned down over her arms and created a growing puddle of blood on the floor. She remembered everything: she was not a human named Michelle, she was an archangel. She was the angel of peace and harmony, but her father God had casted her out of Heaven when He had found out that Muriel saved humans with her powers. He had tried to explain to her that there could be no peace or harmony without death. Muriel had ignored His warnings and kept saving people from horrible, useless and pointless deaths. God had taken away her memories and Muriel was condemned to live a mortal life; over and over again, without knowing who she really was. And now that she did know, it was too late. Avus had stolen her grace: the power source of the angels.

The archdemon stood a few meters away from the dying angel. In his hand he held a flask, the substance in it lit up the whole clock chamber. He finally had the grace of an archangel to summon the last legend without killing himself while doing so. He closed his eyes and started to mumble in Latin. Soon, no one in London would be safe from the Cold Dark One.

Muriel tried to speak but her mouth was filled with blood and the taste of iron laid upon her tongue. Her breathing was ragged and laborious, with every exhale Muriel was afraid she wouldn't be able to inhale again. She could feel the life slipping out of her. In her mind she screamed for the help of her brothers and sisters, but she wasn't sure if they could actually hear it. Maybe she wasn't strong enough for that. But then, she heard the sound of flapping wings and two angels appeared next to her. In an instant, she recognised her brother Michael. They had heard her! She tried to speak his name but all that left her mouth were coughs and blood dripped over her chin.

Michael and Castiel both placed a hand on her shoulder. They had decided to bring Muriel in safety first before they would go after Avus and his plans. The angels teleported out of the clock chamber and although Avus hadn't shown any sign of acknowledging their presence, he knew they had been there. However, freeing the Cold Dark One out of his prison was more important and he let them go. He had what he needed anyway.

Avus was about to open the flask to let out Muriel's grace to use it as a power source when Castiel appeared in front of him once again. Before the archdemon knew what was happening, Castiel had hit him in the face and Avus felt the bones in his nose break. Dumbfouded, Avus let go of the flask which Castiel caught in his hand.

"Thank you. We are going to need this." And with another sound of flapping wings, Castiel teleported away, back to the dying archangel.

Avus felt his nose and for a second he was too confused to do anything. What had just happened? He gritted his teeth together. He had been so close!

But... Perhaps it wasn't over yet. After all, he was a freaking archdemon. He was stronger than the archangels and that foolish angel would regret crossing him.

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