" Contero. " (Translates to 'Crumble' in ancient Latin)

Micheal closed his fist as he gravitated the Demon right into the palm of his hand and slowly ended the gap as the host's neck started to crumple like burnt pieces of paper on a dry wind.

Micheal chuckled as the tendrils wrapped around his arm as Micheal dropped the Devil on its feet and before anything could react, he uttered another spell.

A demonic one, enhanced by Demonic Awakening's influence.

" Ļ̸̡̨̡̢̛̗͓͔̲̣̯̘̣̦͙̣̠͉͖̬̥̘̭̣͉̤̰̮̘̪̞͓͎̭̺͙͕̩̬̪̭͕̔̓͛̔͋̀̓͊̃̇̀͂̍̓͊̈́͊͊̅̅̐̇͆̇̽̀̆̒͜e̸̢̡̢̖͍͍̱̗̭̳̟͖͕͖̞͍̞̼̝̻̼̠̪̤͍̣̤̞̟̞͍̞͇͙̜͎͖̭̞͉̫͇̍̃̾̀͐͒͗͌͂̉̃̋̾̽̈́͒̽̈́̈́̆̃̔͗͂͆̈̔͐͑̓͗̒͛́̄̉̑̂̏̎̔͑̓͌͐̒̆̓̾̽͘̕̚͜͠͝͠͝ͅȅ̶̢̨̨̮͙͉̘̥̭͚͙̲̲͓̌͋̐́̈͌͊̒̆̈͆̽́͊̈́̓̽͊͆̑̊̓̀͗̔̎̃̿̒͑͂̒̈́̒͝͠͝c̵̡̡̙͓̱͇͇̘̯̬͎͕̬̩̟̺̓͋͆̌̽̈́́̂͛͊̇͒̒̐̎̓͑̚͝ḧ̴̨͖̗̘̣͙̼͓̝͖̩͚̦͙̲͚̜͕̳͍̜͖̗̝̰̬̫̻̲̯̮̳̣͓̦̩̮̰̺̠̹̙͕̮́͒͑͌͒̊̈̂̋͒̃́̎̒̉͒̉͆͆̇̃̿͘̚͘͝͝͝͠͠͠ "

The Demon wailed in pain as its voice resonated in the empty streets and the howl of the wind.

" Debilitate " He said in a low voice as the tendrils started to coil around the Demon host's body as the Demon found that he couldn't move the body. But found that it was losing power.

" Evanesce " Micheal sighed in defeat of trying to fight this corruption and after a moment of silence, broken by the mumbled screams of the Demons that tried to place spells, he activated Leech as it drained everything from the host's body.

He looked at his broken arm, already regenerating rapidly from the spell he used and suddenly doubled back in pain.

Micheal fell onto his knees as it scraped against the mud as he absorbed the darkness bit by bit.

"Aw....censordedword I forgot how much this hurts...damn.. " He grunted in an annoyed voice.

With much hesitation and long breaths, ignoring the wails of the prisoner he acquired, he chanted the spell the Demon used.

" $'%{£~Δ¤ " The sense of the Demon started to irk into the body of the Archangel as the broken body of the host stared to mend back as the curse shifted onto it's new host.

Lucifer had a bad feeling about what was happening. He was still falling but he wasn't. He was stuck mid air with a girl named Lucy, who wasn't moving for a while. He couldn't move his body but the pain was there.

His wings were being slowly plucked off as he gravitated slowly towards the ground level.

He wondered what spell he would try this time to stop their fall.

" $'%{£~Δ¤
$'%{£~Δ¤
$'%{£~Δ¤
$'%{£~Δ¤
$'%{£~Δ¤
$'%{£~Δ¤ $'%{£~Δ¤ " He repeated again and again, letting the process end as fast as possible as he clutched his chest, his breathing slowed.

The beat was slowing down.....

Micheal looked at the sky and then at the kid who was possessed by the Devil. He managed a smirk.

"I-it's gonna *cough* b-be o-o-okay. *cough cough cough* "

The one who had no name yet had blurred visions as he struggled to regain control.

*****

He saw Micheal coughing up blood in front of him as he hardly managed to make out what happened.

Micheal was fighting the Demon.

When he was immobilised.....

And then he collapsed from exhaustion and too much life energy being spent.

*****

Micheal chuckled softly as he knocked on the door of his home.

"Dear? I'm home." He knocked the door again and again until there was a response.

"Where were you?!"

"Fighting Demons?"

"And what have I told you about it?"

"I have to stay outside the entire day?"

There was silence.

"oh....." And there was his answer.

And within a moment of response, he crashed on the door and fainted.

*cough cough cough*

Micheal woke up, seeing a blurry vision as he held his eyes in his palms, squinting to see right.

And after the vision got a bit straightened out, he noticed his wife by his side.

He turned to give her a kiss on the nose as he ran his hand through her golden brown hair.

"I'm sorry.....I had to atone...."

He looked at his chain.

Black cracks threatening to cripple his life. He smiled at them as he got up, still feeling the numbness of the end of his battle and the pain of a few broken things inside this body.

Causing the host's Phantom Plane to collapse used a lot more time than he though he would have to use.

But it was the only other way to possibly save the poor child.

After all.....

This was the aftermath of his doing....

Lucifer picked up his friend, who lied on the riverbed, his face deep in sleep.

"Hey. Wake up" Lucy nudged his cheekbones.

Lucy got annoyed real fast. She stomped on his face. He didn't respond but just pushed her away.

Lucifer patted his back as he felt the softness, rather than the roughness of his wings being torn out.

Rule 2: Any damage done within someone's Phantom Plane will be nullified when it's closed. Any mental trauma sustained will remain, regardless of the means used.

[Dedicated to Shy_Sky12, since she actively seeks out this book. Check her Zodiac Signs randomthingsorsomethingofthatsorts out!
Let's see if you found the hints to the plot I'm gonna expand in the next array of chapters! It's gonna be crazy!]