WARNING
Blood. And fighting. But you need to read it if you wanna know what happens. THIS IS THE LAST PART.

This is also a pretty long part so grab a snack, brew some tea and get comfy because this is a long and emotional one.

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It feels good to be with her again. And I'll never let her go.  

Phil stands in front of me, looking down into my eyes. I'm scared. I don't know how this is gonna work. I don't know how we're going to get Dan here. Not even the blue of Phil's iris can comfort me now.

I ask Phil how it's going to happen and he takes a deep breath before telling me everything step by step.

"We need to go somewhere spacious, but secluded and then I'll summon him. We need to act fast though because summoning only lasts about five minutes." Phil says. 

I remember him saying this before when Chris gave me the seraph. I sit down on the couch and Phil sits next to me as I stare into the distance, beginning to remember the times Phil and I had together. When I first met him, I was terrified. He saved my life and then the next day, he showed up in my home and I got scared.

I introduced him to Darby. I remember feeling so jealous when she acted flirty around him. On the other hand, I remember how relieved I felt when I saw Darby liked him. Almost like when you get a boyfriend and need the best friend approval.

"Do you know anywhere we could do it, Sam?" Phil asks.

I remember when we went to the park on the way home. I remember Phil chasing the squirrel. I remember breathing in the cold autumn air.

"I do..." I say. "The woods. At the park."

Phil remembers and thinks for a moment. "That sounds like a good spot." He says. "Then when we have him, you need to stab him in the chest. I'll try and hold him still."

"It's that easy?" I ask, wondering why we didn't just do this earlier. Then again,  I suppose the seraph took a while to fashion.

"It's not going to be easy." Phil tells me with regret. "Dan's strong. And dangerous. He could kill you but he can't kill me. So I'll do everything I can to protect you."

I feel nervous and I take a shaky breath. "Okay. I'm ready. Should we go now?"

"Yeah. Don't forget the knife."

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The park is eerily silent, as if everyone knew we'd be here. Not even the neighbourhood druggies or high school kids are out causing mischief like usual. The sky overhangs above us, the stars hidden by the thick rain clouds that loom over our heads.

"I hope it doesn't rain..." I say quietly as we begin to walk down the path in between the trees. I remember this place.

Phil looks up into the sky and then down at his feet as he walks.

"Me too..." He sighs.

The seraph is in the belt loops of my jeans, covered up by my blue sweater.

We walk in silence up to the woods and then take a deep breath as we make our way inside. It's darker in here and the trees rustle in the wind ominously as we walk.

We walk for about ten minutes before we come across a small clearing, secluded from the rest of the woods. It's not big, but it's big enough.

"Listen..." Phil says. "I feel like we should say goodbye... you know... before we do this..."

Then it hits me. Phil's leaving. Tonight. Forever. I don't want him to though; I want him to stay. But he'll die if he stays. He'll be in pain. And how selfish would I be if I forced him to stay here? How selfish would I be to put him through so much pain, just so I'm slightly less lonely?

"I'm going to miss you..." I say softly, reaching forward and grabbing one of Phil's cold hands. He isn't wearing his coat so his skin is cold and goosebumps line his arms. He's wearing a blue button up shirt with white polka dots and black jeans.

Phil holds my hand too. "You know what I said earlier? About my wings?" Phil asks.

I think back...

"Just because you can't see them doesn't mean they aren't there." I say, looking into his eyes.

Phil smiles down at me softly before slowly letting go of my hand and walking over to the centre of the clearing.

He closes his eyes and stands up straight, taking a deep breath. He holds his arms out in a sort of T pose and breathes again. But before he does anything else, I hear something. A rustling in the shrubs.

"Phil wait..." I say quietly, suddenly being filled by an eery feeling.

Phil opens his mouth to speak but a gust of wind hits us like a wave from behind where I'm stood. It's a strong wind and it smells like the ocean. The strong smell of damp salt fills the woods.

"What are you doing? Are you... trying to get rid of me...? So soon?" That demonic voice echoes.

I turn around and see Dan stood there with his huge, black wings spread out as far as they can go. They're bigger than before. His wingspan is about the same length as a car and taller than me. I gulp, trying to swallow my fear but it gets stuck in my throat and I find myself being unable to breathe.

"Phil, Phil, Phil... are you sure you want to do this? Because either way, you're going to lose your precious human." Dan growls. "You're either going to succeed... and then go back up there... or fail... and she dies... along with you."

"Don't worry Dan, we'll make it quick and painless." Phil says before lifting his arm and pointing at the demon. Dan freezes up for a moment, unable to move.

I take the seraph out from the loops of my jeans and clutch it in my hand. Dan looks at the seraph and then looks at Phil. Then, he begins to chuckle. The chuckle then grows into a laugh and now he's laughing manically.

"Oh, Phil. Your naivety never ceases to amaze me." He chuckles before breaking free from Phil's spell, knocking Phil back onto the floor. Phil is knocked out by the force and he sleeps in a heap on the floor. I want to scream his name. But he'll be okay. Dan can't kill him... can he?

Dan cracks his neck and shakes his arms before looking at me and smiling. He swipes his hand to the left and the Seraph flies from my grip across the clearing and slams into a tree, a piece of the glass handle breaks off.

Dan walks towards me and puts his hands on my face. "So beautiful..." He says, looking into my eyes. "And believe me. I know beautiful. I used to be an angel you know. So I've seen plenty of women that are literally sculpted by the gods... you put them to shame."

Dan runs a finger through my hair and looks at it before gazing back into my eyes. My mouth runs dry and I don't know what to do. "It's such a shame you have to be destroyed. But a deal is a deal."

"Your deal was that you get my soul. Not that you get to murder me." I say shakily.

Dan completely ignores me and continues to speak. "You know who you remind me of? Max! Such a beautiful body, but a massive waste. If only he could've been nicer. Like you, you're beautiful. If only you didn't have to die."

"I don't have to... you don't have to kill me." I say, desperately grasping for anything that'll make him let me go.

"Oh don't make me laugh." He says as he runs his fingers through my hair again. He then grabs a fistful of my hair and holds it tight, hurting my scalp. "I'm going to kill you..." He whispers, leaning in close to my ear. "And I'm going to enjoy it."

I'm suddenly filled with adrenaline, my fight or flight response kicking in and my brain screaming 'FIGHT'. I bring my foot up and kick him in between the legs and he stumbles back, doubling over in pain and letting go of me.

"YOU SNEAKY B*TCH!" He yells as he gets back up and runs at me, pushing me onto the floor and I hit the back of my head on the floor below. Hard. He wraps his hands around my neck.

Then Phil suddenly runs at him, pushing him off of me and tackling him to the ground. His wings are extended now too.

Phil mounts Dan and brings his fist down onto his face, punching him hard and Dan's face jerks to the side, spitting blood out of his mouth. Phil punches him again. And again. And again. Dan's mouth is bleeding like crazy and his teeth are stained with the dark red ooze.

Then he sits up quickly and headbutts Phil in the mouth, making him cover his mouth with his hands in pain, giving Dan a chance to push him off and he stands up.

Dan stands, towering over Phil and he spits out a mouthful of blood to the side. Blood runs down his mouth and nose and he wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his black sweater.

Phil stands up. His nose is bleeding but Dan looks far worse off than he does.

Phil is practically shaking with rage.

"YOU'RE SICK!" He yells at the demon. "YOU ARE TWISTED AND DELUDED!"

Dan let's out a breath. He seems breathless.

"You don't really feel this way... do you Phil?" He pants. "You... You're jealous of me aren't you? You're confined to the chains of heaven while I am free to do what I like. I broke free from the chains up above and I got sent down. But I broke my way out of there too... and now I'm free. Free to do what I like. Free to collect souls to play with and make me stronger... free to go wherever I like... for as long as I like. Heck, I could live here on earth if I wanted. And that's why you're jealous isn't it Philip?" He laughs.

The blue of Phil's eyes begin to glow and his hands seem to do the same. Is he breaking? What's happening?

"You wish you followed me don't you? When I told you my plans to escape you called me crazy! But now... I'm stronger than you... and I'm free. Something you'll never be."

"SHUT UP!" Phil screams. The inside of his mouth is glowing too. His eyes simply look like blinding beams of blue light and the same light shines from his fingertips.

Phil raises his arm and a strong beam of blue light blasts from his hand, into Dan and Dan flies across the clearing, landing with a spine breaking crack on a tree.

Dan's eyes begin to glow too. A blinding red light shooting from his fingertips and eyes like torches of death. He stands up slowly, his back cracking with each movement.

He thrusts his hand forward and the red light beams towards Phil but before it hits him, Phil holds out his hand and shoots his blue light at Dan, counteracting it.

The blue light and the red light clashes in the middle. Phil pushes further and the blue light creeps up on Dan. Then Dan pushes further and the red light creeps up on Phil. The battle is tense and I don't know what'll happen if either light touches either person. I don't think I want to find out.

I then see that Phil is using two hands to push the light towards Dan. But Dan is only using one, and the light is barely moving. I realise Phil is losing. He is becoming tired.

I look over at the seraph which lies on the ground at the other end of the clearing.

Trying not to be seen, I quickly crawl over to it and pick it up. The handle is sharp now as a chunk of the glass is on the floor. I toss the knife over in my hands, feeling it's weighted power in my fingers once again. I look at Dan, laying my eyes on him and locking him in my sights.

I know what I must do.

I stand up and sprint over towards Dan. My heart has never beaten so fast in my life. Everything goes in slow motion. I run for him holding the knife and as soon as I reach the demon, I plunge the knife into his chest with both hands.

Dan's arm drops and he looks down at the knife sticking out of his chest. I stumble back and watch as the light blasting from his eyes, mouth and hands dies out and he falls onto his knees. A thick, black substance begins to leak from every opening in his face. His eyes cry tar and his ears leak oil. The black goo runs out of his mouth and down his chin. Even his pores start to ooze and he looks up at me with both tar and tears welling up in his eyes and he pulls the knife out of his chest, more black ooze spilling out. He opens his mouth to try and speak but can do nothing but gargle as more tar leaks out of his mouth. Then, just like magic, he poofs out of existence, leaving the shape of his figure in ash as it falls to the ground, into the puddle of black tar.

I pick up the knife and turn to Phil. He is breathless. Shocked. A great weight has been lifted from both of our shoulders and it's as of the world is a little lighter... but now a little bit of that light must go back into the sky.

I walk towards him.

"I guess... this is goodbye..." I say slowly.

I don't want to drag this out. It has to happen. I hold the knife and run the blade across the palm of my hand. It's surprisingly painless. Phil holds out his palm and I draw blood on his.

I look up into Phil's eyes and he looks down at me. He's no longer glowing like before... but he's glowing in a different kind of way. His eyes are bluer and ever and his wings sparkle like snow. I stand inches away from him and look up into his sparkling blue eyes as if I'm in a trance.

He looks down into my eyes and tears begin to seep down his face. Running down his cheeks and collecting under his chin before dripping down onto the leaf filled floor below.

"I don't want to go..." He says through tears. "I'm staying. I don't care if I die. I don't care if I'm in pain. I want to be with you."

His words hit me right in the chest and a tear sneaks down my cheek too. Then another. Then another. I consider taking him up on this and letting him stay. But I can't. He'll die. And I won't be able to live with myself knowing I let that happen.

Without saying a word, I quickly grab Phil's palm, holding our hands, blood to blood and before he can pull his hand away, I push my lips onto his.

He locks his lips with mine and our fingers interlock, fitting together like a jigsaw puzzle. Phil puts his other hand on my lower back and pulls me closer to him. My whole body curves into his as I kiss him desperately one last time.

I close my eyes, savouring this moment as I feel him slowly fading away. His grip becomes looser and I can feel my hand begin to phase through his.

As I open my eyes, he is gone.

Nothing but a silhouette of white, sparkly smoke slowly fading out of sight. I look down at my palm, his blood and mine is smeared across it. I look up into the sky and sigh as I think of him, sat on one of the rainclouds. It begins to rain and the droplets hit me in the face and soak my hair as I stand there alone in the woods.

My life has been changed forever. My life will continue. And I'll be safe. All thanks to My Guardian, Phil.

~END~