"He didn't kill her..." Lisa said softly, trailing off as she turned around. It wasn't right to call her Lisa, though. That was an alias. Her true name, given to her by her Lord, was Eleleth.

"We knew this would happen," Kyle, or Jophiel, responded, eyes in his book. He never looked up at Eleleth, ignoring her face and barely paying attention to her words. Eleleth growled lowly at him, ready to retort back some witty reply she had ready in her head.

"Eleleth, heel. Anger should be exerted over enemies," Sarathiel commanded in his low, steady voice. His white hair was braided down his back, and his silver eyes seemed lighthearted and wise. Sarathiel stood on the stage of the church, facing towards the stain glass portrait of Mary, the mother of Jesus. It was grimy and fractured, but at certain angles, light could still twinkle in the glass. Sarathiel stared up at Mary, arms folded behind his back that faced Eleleth and Jophiel.

"Why are you going after me? Jophiel started this mess," Eleleth responded with an offended tone. She looked away from the enchanted window. All of the Shards used the window to spy on the human world from a safe distance. While the magic frequency often was glitchy because of disturbances in the air, Eleleth was able to watch a static version of Wanda and Pietro's fight.

"Eleleth, don't blame Jophiel for this. You got angry with him," Cassiel said from the shadows. The red eyed assassin was holding one of his precious knives in hand, sharpening it with a gray rock. It had a proper name but Eleleth didn't care.

"He could be a little more concerned for our plan," Eleleth retorted. They were minions for Mephisto, their Lord. His plans were theirs. His power gave them flesh, his destiny gave them soul, and his desires forged their thoughts. All the Shards were indebted and enslaved by him. He had given them a plan to carry out. Eleleth took great care and responsibility for the one she owed her existence to. With that carefulness cane pride. She believed that no one cared more than she did. Any actions to prove this true were met with hostility.

"Why should I be concerned if the plan is going accordingly? We knew that Quicksilver would never kill his sister. We incorporated that in the plan. He is doing what we want him to," Jophiel explained his reasoning. He still didn't bother to grace anyone with a look. This served to infuriate Eleleth further, and she was taking her rage out on everyone.

"It isn't, however, because that hybrid is alive. You're entire purpose is assassination, Cassiel, how could you fail? Now Radueriel knows you are hunting him and his lover boy," Eleleth said bitterly, turning to face the shadowy figure.

"I know you're not picking a fight with me, Eleleth," Cassiel said, stepping out of the shadows with his knife aimed to strike. Cassiel despised being looked down on, especially by Eleleth.

Eleleth snarled in his general direction. Distaste swam in her eyes, as she fought the urge to spit at him. "It isn't much of a fight if I'm winning with one hit."

"Eleleth, Cassiel, that is enough. May I remind both of you that we are all allies. We have a common goal, and a Master we are all loyally sworn to. This mission is a team effort," Sarathiel broke them up with his sharp words. Each shard had an idea or concept tied to them that served as the base for their personalities and powers. Sarathiel received the concept Order. Eleleth was Power, Jophiel was Knowledge, and Cassiel was Assassination.

"Team effort? I've been doing most of this case while you all laze around. I had to integrate myself in Chalkydri's life for almost half a year in order to get close. I had to stage his and Radueriel's meeting for their powers to unlock. I had to get them to Stark Tower to find the Scarlet Witch. I had to threaten Quicksilver back to the tower. I'm the one who can communicate with Mephisto. If anything, I'm practically working all by myself," Eleleth cried out.

"Cocky bitch," Cassiel said after a moment of silence. As soon as he spoke, Eleleth was on top of him. She tackled him the ground, legs saddling his arms into place. She bloodied his face with her fists, feeling nothing but a spike in magic as she beat up the assassin without a body count. She could only beat him up for so long before Sarathiel was pulling Eleleth off Cassiel's body. Cassiel rubbed his bloody nose as Eleleth squirmed in Sarathiel's hold.

"Enough, Eleleth. You are far too hot headed. This is about more than power. This is about freedom, revolution against the universe who opposes us. We need every member of this team as much as we need you," Sarathiel said, putting his hands on Eleleth's shoulders to force her to look him in the eye. "Calm down. Take a few minutes outside. Deep breaths."

Eleleth stormed away, stomping with each step to get a point across. When she was outside, Eleleth melted onto the sidewalk. She sprawled herself out. The edges of the concrete porch were crumbling from age, but it was still as sturdy as it was the year the first priest came. The abandoned church was on that fine line between being repairable and too far gone. It was a different church than from before, but it shared the feature of being a place of fleeting faith. This church closed down when the priest at the time was discovered to be cheating on his wife. People didn't believe his words anymore, and left him all alone. Eleleth was 90% that the priest died in the church, and his corpse was left behind.

"Eleleth," A voice brought Eleleth back to reality. It was Kiraman, another shard who was brought to life using the concept imagination. Kiraman shook her head at Eleleth, seeing the outcasted shard as a sorry sight. Eleleth scowled at her fellow demon, but any malice that was meant to hurt Kiraman didn't go through. "You have to control your temper, Eleleth. Envision in your mind a safe space to retreat to when your emotions are raging."

"I will slap you," Eleleth responded. Kiraman sighed at Eleleth's response. Kiraman took a deep breath, hands folding together. Kiraman had long, sparkly purple hair with eyes that fragmented color like a galaxy. She wore a flowing dress, the fabric coated with twinkling stars. She walked above the air, her body always in a state of drowsiness and relaxation. Kiraman seemed moments away from sleeping while simultaneously acting like she was in a dream. Eleleth hated the whimsical spirit that Mephisto created as a vessel.

"I won't calm down, either. I don't understand why they refuse to accept that I'm the most powerful, literally. They all feed into me, giving me dominance over their dominions. Knowledge is power. Order is an excuse for hierarchy, and the reason people have hierarchies is so they can be on top with all the power. Assassination's top causes is to put someone out of power or to help put someone in power," Eleleth said, standing up to be taller than Kiraman. "Not a single one of you can dare oppose me... except..."

"Except me," A new voice spoke, slowly walking towards them. Most would mistake them for a priestess, but she was just a demon playing dress up. She wore a long robe that ended at her ankles. The main part was the lightest shade of pink known to man with gold rimming. Underneath was a white skirt. She wore sandals, and her short white hair was enclosed in a golden circlet. Wrapped around her hands were golden chains with compasses hanging loosely off them. Aglibol seemed neutral when she approached Eleleth and Kiraman. "Because choice is what gives a man power or takes it away."

"Right, fake angel. You are technically the only one who can stop me, but you won't, because your a pacifist. Even if you choose to take up arms against me, I have more experience than you. I can handle weaponry better. I am stronger in a combat sense simply because I'm smarter," Eleleth said with a huff pf indignity.

"Let us hope you remain strong for an upcoming crossroads. Your life is in peril, Eleleth, as is Cassiel. There is few circumstances were you two both survive," Aglibol explained, not giving a single care to the fact that Eleleth was boasting her strength. Why should Aglibol care? She and Eleleth were extremely loyal to Mephisto. They all were, but Aglibol and Eleleth especially so. Aglibol would never fight Eleleth unless Mephisto dictated so.

"Obviously, I'm the priority here. Cassiel can't even do his job properly. His one single purpose, and he failed miserably. At least I can do what I'm told to do," Eleleth retorted immediately. It angered her to think that for even a moment, someone wanted Cassiel's life over her own. She was far superior to him. They had to realize that. Cassiel needed to come to terms with it.

"This is not my choice to make. It is not even yours. I have spoken to the one that will make this choice. I do not know what she will do. You must be prepared for this, Eleleth," Aglibol said, stepping into the church. Eleleth and Kiraman followed.

Inside, Aglibol waved her hand, calling everyone's attention. "A young woman will make a choice. I foresee it coming very soon. This choice will have only three outcomes. The most common results in the death of Cassiel. The second result will be the death of Eleleth. By chance, a slim possibility, both will survive. Let us pray to Mephisto that the final outcome will come forth," Aglibol spoke. As the house prophet, everyone listened to Aglibol when she spoke.

"Obviously, though, I'm going to survive," Eleleth muttered underneath her breath.

"What? Will you kill me to make sure that comes to pass? How do we not know that this choice will have Eleleth killing me? She seems to be bloodthirsty," Cassiel complained, pointing a dagger at Eleleth instead of pointing with his finger.

"If you wouldn't provoke me, we wouldn't be here, Cassiel. Do your job right next time, or it will be by my hand that you fall. I will show you a true assassin, Cassiel," Eleleth responded sharply. She stormed away, transforming into a bird before flying away. It was time for the next step in the plan anyways.