(This is a chapter by my good friend TheProxy098  we did a chapter swap thingy so go check their book out!)

(Written by TheProxy098 - Contains offensive language, violence, gore and religious mention)

Agate's POV

That FUCKING BASTARD!!
I WILL MAKE. HIM. PAY.

I looked over at the other punks, smoke penetrating ferociously like never before and my eyes glinting in a way that demons just kinda do...

"Leave it.. to me." I tell 'em..

Narrators POV

Laurance raised his hand for a high five to the dead-man/woman only to receive a sadists-snarl from Agate and rising ashes surrounding him.

"NEVER TOUCH ME YOU, BAG-O-BONES.." she hissed, voice sounding horrific, as she flipped Laurance the deceased middle finger...
He repulsed at the stench of decayed, punk woman and stepped back. Agate nodded, her plan perfect... a perfect weapon of mind...

She'd go with whatever Max hated most..

Simple torture...

Simple but agonising...

Enough to drive anyone MAD..

She walked off, the others contemplating if allowing Agate to do this was a forsaken mistake but alas, no one could stop her now.
She traveled not far to find him, he looked at her with cold eyes.

"What are YOU doing here??" He snarled, Agate chuckled.

"You think you're tough, that's HILARIOUS" she mocked.

He only saw Agate as a hurdle to get to his princess, nothing would stop him in his dreams, but life is cruel in reality.
Agate knew this well, for life had no patience for her mental state when her heart used to beat like drums but was only to be pierced and torn by the railway..

Whispers could be heard from her...
Speaking words of wisdom and religion after hits of agony..

"I see you lived illusions
Pictured life with your conclusions
I don't know how to tell you
This path has lost its value
With lies of shroud I walk
I suffer a loss of life
I am the sinner who takes away the greed.."

She started to laugh, aura and smoke arising to the wind of her decayed lungs.

He backed up, stance wide as he ran forward to pounce but only to be grabbed and thrown with a crash to a brick wall on the opposing side of the room they stood in.

He let out a roaring cry as he meandered from left to right and stumbled back to Agate, giving up wasn't an option.

"I pray to the heroes of the damned... a song for those behind the mask... an act for those who failed to live to life's expectations and fell at the fingers of Mother Nature and escaped like sand from the feeders hand..."

Maniacal laughter filled the air, from the unstable fem-ghoul and to the half-wolf male.

"YOU WON'T KEEP HER FROM ME!" He howled.

"Take a goodbye for agony... No one can drag me to the grave" she stared him in the eye, voice hoarse due to shredded vocal chords.

"I'LL KILL YOU!!" He roared as she chuckled.

"In a world of sacrifice, I am the god in the mirror... living in darkness to reflect the sun... for I am dead and my word stays redeemed to stone... ANGELS NEVER DIE, FALLEN NOR FAITHLESS!!" She growled.

The real fight had begun.

He clawed at her, she haunted him.
Her power intense and soon he felt the forbidden dread of Hades..

"STITCH THE WOUND, GET UP.." she commanded as he bared his teeth and snaked from the floor as she gave him hit after hit.

He fought back, a powerful fighter but it was futile to the dead.
She coated the walls with his fresh blood, deep and un-healing wounds smothering his skin as she lashed him.
He lay, unable to move...

"Words are just sounds..."

He wasn't fighting anymore....

"What meaning to you serve?"

Yet, she wouldn't stop....

"Who will tell the story-"

She wouldn't...

"OF YOUR LIFE?"

He coughed up his own remains of blood.
She took rope...
Hair to dead and useful to living...
She used many weapons...

"Perfect weapons.... they shine..."

To tear his life from bone....

"In death we're all believers.."

Yet his love kept his heart beating..
"Even when fallen to knees, I won't say a prayer I don't believe..."

Agate took rage and waged war-deserving power upon him in the form of pain.

"I refuse to destroy the alters we served.."

He hung by rope, she threw him down, falling like a dumb puppet...

"Condemn to the dead... sing out in tongues.... caught in all obsession in all we love.... don't look forward-... but down to the gun..."

"Y-Y/N..." he wheezed...

Agate growled viciously.

"GIVE UP!!" She roared, voice crackling like a fire of which he had extinguished from Ember..

He refused, his power strong from love...

"You are human, God is ready for you to die... my voice is as dangerous as a weapon.... your fate is a lie..."

Agate's only power from hatred and valour, he had reason to live...

"This taste of iron, blood and greed... you find your words sounding like silence.."

He lay, weak and clinging to life by a splinter of suicide willow...

"You've already said it all, wasted your word..."

His head lay beneath Agate's foot, one simple stomp and he was gone...

"It's too late.... you've already sinned.."