With a tray filled with food, Pierce walked to the table by the window. He was in the staff restaurant of the hospital and finally had lunch break for an hour. He had the feeling the morning just wouldn't pass by; he had already finished all his reports in the first hour and since there were no dead people to examine, Pierce had had a very boring morning.

He nodded at some people he recognised by face, but not by name, and sat down at the empty table. Once, Pierce had tried talking to the doctors but when he had sat with them, they had stared at him as if he was a whole different kind of species. After all, Pierce worked in the mortuary and determined if the cause of death wasn't the doctor's fault, whereas the doctors took care of the living. So after that one time, Pierce hadn't bothered trying to talk to them anymore. It was obvious the doctors had some kind of abhorrence against him.

Pierce took his mobile out of the chest pocket of his white overcoat and placed it on the table, in case he got a message -- though he doubted that. He looked around and saw most of the others on their phones, not even trying to make small-talk to each other.

What a world, he thought. Pierce sighed and took a bite of the sandwich he had ordered. The flavour of cheese, tomato, cucumber and ham filled his mouth. It was a fine, nice, fresh sandwich, Pierce determined after a few bites; pleased with his decision to eat this as lunch.

Between-whiles, he glanced outside and stared downwards at the people who walked by. Pierce loved looking at people, he could spend hours observing them; trying to figure out what kind of people they were, and what get them out of bed in the morning. He was quite fascinated by humans, especially dead ones, but the ones who were alive could be interesting as well.

He was startled out of his thoughts when another tray was placed on the table. Well, 'placed'... It had slipped out of her hands and landed with a loud sound on the white table. Pierce looked up and met with the embarrassed face of Molly. She mumbled an apology as most had been shaken up by the unexpected noise, who angrily and confused stared at them.

Pierce laughed. "Hi, Molly. No need to say sorry, it was too quiet here anyway."

"Ssh, not that loud, Pierce." Molly sat down and smiled exculpatoryat the others in the cafeteria.

Pierce shrugged. He didn't really care what others thought of him. If they wanted to eat somewhere quiet, they should return to their offices. This was a restaurant, for goodness' sake. They were allowed to make noise, talk, laugh, whatever he wanted to do.

"How's work?" Molly asked him between some bites of her salad.

"Boring. They don't seem to want to die here."

Molly tried to hold in her laughter, but failed and giggled lightly behind her hand. "Pierce. You can't say that," she told him, trying to be serious, but because of her giggling that didn't really come through.

"What? The one's job, is the other's misery. That's life."

"Still, you can't say that. Not here," Molly whispered, nodding in the direction of the doctors who were -- once again -- glaring at them.

Pierce was about to make a snarky comment towards one of the doctors, when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He snapped his head towards the window and stared at the Big Ben in the distance.

"Do you see that?" he asked Molly, who immediately followed his pointing finger. She furrowed her brown eyebrows.

"Why is there mist coming out of the clock tower?" she wondered. Pierce chewed on the inside of his cheek, pondering about something, but eventually making a decision. He jumped up from the chair, which startled Molly, and began to walk towards the exit.

Molly wanted to ask him where he was going, but she was afraid to shout through the restaurant, so she quickly got up as well and -- after one sad look at her salad -- followed Pierce to where ever he was going. Although she kind of had her presumption.

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Avus looked down at the girl, her brow was dripping with sweat and she had her eyes tightly shut. He grinned, he could already feel the power radiating off of her. Now, it was only a matter of time before the Archangel had all her memories back and with them, all her angelic powers, he just had to give her that final push. Her eyes were flying back and forth behind her closed eyelids, in an attempt to revive all the things that happened before she was banished to the Earth. Her powers were becoming stronger with every second, but Avus had to wait, until they had reached its peak.

The room of the clocktower was still covered in a thick fog, but as Avus inhaled deeply a few times, the mist disappeared; returning to its owner. It had done its job: opening locked chambers in Muriel's mind.

It had taken Avus a while before he had found the 'powerless' angel, but now that he had his heart filled with joy and malice. Great Britain was going to fall and she was going to help in doing so. It was all perfectly going as plan and with Muriel's powers, he would have enough energy to bring the third and last urban legend to life. Or well, at least enough energy without killing himself. It would kill the Archangel, but that was a sacrifice Avus was willing to make. In fact, he wouldn't think twice about it. Everything came with a price and he had saved the best for last. This monster would bring havoc in the streets of London, until there was nothing left and then it would spread to the other cities, until everyone and everything in England was dead. Avus smiled by that thought, he couldn't wait and there was no one who could stop him.

With a gasp, Michelle -- or Muriel -- opened her eyes and Avus had to shield his eyes with his hand from the bright white light that originated out of her eyes. The light decreased and Avus smirked while removing his hand from his view.

Muriel groaned and put her hands against the sides of her head.

Now! He had to do it now while she still was disorientated and weak.

Her eyes fluttered open and met with the steel blue ones of Avus. "You," she croaked. He was Lucifer's creation, her enemy. Her attention was drawn to the silver dagger he held in his hands.

"Time to die," he announced, his eyes flickering with madness. The dagger flashed in the ray of sunlight that fell through the huge glass clock behind him.

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A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Another year of loneliness has passed by! (in my case then)

Sorry, not sorry, for the cliffhanger.

Next chapter will be the introduction to the third legend! And with it, the final part is starting! So excited :3

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