"Lyn, you have to get up! We need to escape while we can." Chitose said as she helped Lyn stand up to her feet.

Just moments ago, she pulled a very curious ring from a strange girl, who like her has gold eyes. She was surprised when the moment the ring left the girl's finger, she hastily grabbed it back and crushed it with her bare hand, turning it to dust. Saying at the same time that it will never cause any more harm.

"What kind of harm?" Thought Chitose as she held Lyn's hand, offering moral support to her friend.

"Wait, Chi…" Lyn said between gritted teeth, as she tried her best to keep her anger and despair in check. The death of her father has clearly shaken the young girl to her core that all she can think of at the moment was to get revenge.

"I should be the one saying that to you… your ankle is not even fully healed yet, and you're the one who is actually telling me to stand up." Lyn quietly said, looking directly at her friend's gold eyes.

"But we are not escaping… I will go to the front of the mansion. I know that the girl you helped is strong because when you took away the ring, I saw your body tremble… It was the same when that monster first came. I don't know why, but I think you can sense how powerful a person's mana is…" Lyn stated matter of factly, catching Chitose off guard on how accurate her friend's observations were.

"You are right… somehow, I can feel mana now. And yes, that girl is indeed powerful, far more powerful than that monster that attacked us… okay then, let us head towards the front."

The girls doubled back towards the mansion's front, Lyn gently supporting Chitose, as the latter's ankle was still sore.

……………….

Outside the mansion, Declan was frozen stiff with surprise and awe at the sight of another angel. The strength of the grip was something he has never experienced before.

Tara finally lets go of Declan's wrist. The mark of her hand was clearly visible, burning through the black claw in an angry red like fire from the depths of hell itself.

"Who are you?" Declan asked, as he rubbed his wrist to get the circulation back to his claw. Beads of sweat trickled down from his forehead from anxiety despite the cold weather, mixing with the falling rain.

"A dead man doesn't need to know the name of the one who is going to end him." Tara said with a tone so calm that Declan's face turned utterly pale with fear. It was not even a threat… but a statement of fact.

The bat winged angel suddenly, in a blink of an eye, attacked Tara, hoping to catch her by surprise. Black claws reaching out towards Tara's breast, aiming for her heart.

"I got you now cocky bitch!" Declan thought, as he still has the element of surprise. His claws are inches away from carving out his opponent's heart.

"Speed always beats power!" He said to himself... and his speed is something he has always relied upon and never failed him.

Or so he thought.

Declan's claw hit nothing but air. His opponent was just in front of him, but suddenly disappeared.

"How?" Shocked and confused, Declan quickly pivoted towards the right, not taking any chances. His mind was racing, he couldn't see his enemy's whereabouts.

"Argh!" Screamed the bat winged angel as he felt a strong blow hit his left shoulder. Tears formed from his eyes from the pain.

"Fuck! Feels like the Balekon's punch… but a hundred times stronger." Screamed his mind, as he gritted his teeth from the pain.

To Tara's eyes, Declan's movement was like a snail. His pathetic attempt to catch her off guard was never going to work. She just simply moved out of the way as those horrible claws closed in on her, then tapped Declan's shoulder lightly.

"Oh sorry, did my tap hurt you?" Tara mocked the bat winged angel. Her almond eyes looked at her opponent with clear disgust.

"SHUT UP BITCH!!!" He screamed as he once again started to attack.

A flurry of slashes tried desperately to catch Tara's throat… every single one missed its mark as Tara casually dodged the attack with a smirk on her face.

"Too slow…" Tara mocked her attacker.

Declan, frustrated and pissed, decided to change his strategy and launched himself up in the air, flying fast and hard, his bat wings fully extended, catching as much wind as possible. The leathery wings glistened wet with rain.

"Let's see how you fare in the air bitch!" Declan dared the female angel, banking at his supersonic speed when flying.

Tara launched herself from the ground. Her feathered wing flapped majestically like a swan. Droplets of rain failed to penetrate her waterproof feathers as she continued to ascend the heavens towards her bat winged foe.

Declan dived towards Tara like a bullet, claws ready to rip Tara apart. Momentum was on his side as gravity pulled him down, making his descent faster and faster that he was no more than a blurr.

Even for Tara's eyes, Declan was moving really fast.

"Hmm… looks like he isn't all talk after all…" Tara acknowledged.

"But still not fast enough…" Tara thought as she deftly pivots in mid air, narrowly avoiding Declan's sharp talons by a few millimeters causing the bat-winged angel to overshoot and lose the higher position.

Tara dived down towards her foe like a streak of silver… Declan turned around in panic, he couldn't afford to make any mistakes against such a powerful foe.

Silma was watching the aerial dance with bated breath… This was the first time she saw Tara fight like this… this was the first time she realized that her lover was in fact an angel. The bat winged angel rushed through the night sky, frantically avoiding Tara. Even with elven eyes, Silma still had difficulty in keeping pace with the movement of the two angels.

Declan zigzagged through the sky, climbing higher and higher. Tara followed closely, matching Declan's speed.

"I need to shake this bitch off! Fuck… she is toying with me!" Angry and frustrated, the bat-winged angel suddenly turned around in mid air, facing Tara unleashing his claws.

Declan slashed…

Tara parried the claw slapping Declan's arm to the outside.

Declan followed his attack, swerving his body as he threw a devastating kick aimed at Tara's pretty face… only to be caught by the female angel inches from her face.

Declan's eyes were wide with shock and disbelief. He tried to tug himself free from Tara's grip to no avail. Desperation crept in, and Declan trashed around like a lunatic, flailing and tugging like a fish caught in a line, hoping that it would somehow force his foe to let go.

Tara pulled the flailing angel down and with a mighty throw sent Declan careening towards the ground below.

Declan crashed right smack at the middle of the Holden estate grounds, creating a crater. Laying face down and bloodied, Declan slowly pulled himself to stand up… his body wracked with pain.

"Ack… haah… fuck it hurts..."

Coughing blood, Declan gritted his teeth and willed himself to stand up. He saw Tara descending down in front of him, mocking him with that annoying sneer.

Declan wiped the blood from his mouth with his arm, his eye wincing, his body shaking with exhaustion and pain.

"FUCK YOU BITCH!" The bat-winged angel shouted in defiance.

Tara just watched the wretched angel vent his frustrations with an amused smile.

"Very well, let's have it then." Tara replied with a sarcastic tone, egging him, hoping to rile up Declan even more.

Declan's eyes burned with a golden light as he planted both of his feet wide apart and kept his balance in check. His body tensed, his well toned muscles contracted as he prepared to unleash one final blow with all of his strength.

His right arm shot toward Tara's face, channelling all of his strength and weight, concentrating all of it to his right fist.

The punch was so fast and forceful that it actually created a vacuum around his fist, causing the very air itself to displace.

"RAAAAAHHH!" Screamed the Black Death on the top of his lungs, his face so contorted, that any semblance of his handsomeness was gone as his fist gained momentum... faster and faster his tightly clenched fist flew, nearer and nearer to his enemy's beautiful face.

BLAM!

The force of the impact caused the very ground to shake, forming a spectacular crater about five meters around the two combatants.

The air around them sent shockwaves of sound, reverberating around the rain drenched field, so strong that it created a bubble of dry air where even the heavy rain cannot penetrate. The tall trees that served as sentinels around the Holden manor bent, unable to withstand such force. The bodies of both Mr. Holden and Ars were blown straight towards the manor's huge double doors.

Silma, who was intently watching the battle was still steadily healing from her wounds, thanks to the Minotaur's natural fast healing... was also blasted towards the trees. But with her elven agility, she was able to position her body in an angle that would cause her the least harm.

"Heh, heh… HAHAHAHA!" Declan laughed, his face looked completely like a crazed maniac, his eyes so wide that his golden orbs looked like golden dots... he continued laughing hysterically, unable to contain his emotions. He knew that his punch connected, and it connected hard and true.

Declan felt his right hand's bone crack. He didn't mind the pain, he did not feel the pain, his adrenaline was pumping so hard that all he felt was elation and triumph.

"HAHAHAHAHA! WHAT NOW BIT…" Declan was laughing but suddenly choked on his own words when he finally saw the truth of it all. His eyes once again widened, but this time it's because of terror.

Tara's finger was at the center of Declan's fist, completely blocking the force of the blow, damaging Declan's hand at the same time. Tara yawned amidst the falling rain, unimpressed with her opponent's attack.

"Was that pathetic excuse of an attack supposed to hurt me?" Tara once again mocked Declan.

The bat winged angel, unable to find any strength to speak, he was completely paralyzed with shock, pain and fear, his mouth agape and wide open in disbelief. He felt a warm stream of piss running down his legs. So frightening was his opponent that he managed to wet himself.

"Oho! Did you just pee, little boy?" Tara laughed, insulting Declan on purpose. In her mind, she would make the bat-winged angel suffer horribly for hurting Silma, not just physically but mentally as well.

"What's the matter tough guy, are you going to cry running home to your mommy?" Tara continued. Her eyes however were burning bright gold, both beautiful and terrible to behold, failing to keep her anger in check.

"RAAAAH SHUDDDAP!" Declan snapped back, his fear was replaced with an overwhelming anger for the insults thrown at him.

"I WILL NOT BE MOCKED!!!" He shouted towards Tara as he unleashed a barrage of kicks too fast for the naked eyes to see.

Tara deftly dodged every one of this, with the grace of a dancer, side stepping to the right and left with ease, laughing all the while. Not a single kick found its mark, all that Declan hit was air, not even managing to connect to a single strand of hair from the female angel's pink locks.

Declan threw a spinning kick, Tara easily avoided it by side stepping, then she continued her turn, placing her just behind Declan. She grabbed the nape of the black winged angel and forcefully slammed him to the ground face first, causing Declan to lose consciousness for a couple of seconds.

Not yet satisfied, Tara tore out Declan's wings with little effort, making it look like she was tearing out a piece of paper.

"AAAAAHHHHRG!!!" Shrieked the male angel from the terrible pain that he has not felt before in his entire existence. His back was a bloody wreck, wingless and dripping with angelic blood.

"Disgusting…"Tara said aloud as she casually tossed aside the torn wings like it was rotten meat. She then walked calmly and crouched low, to face her kneeling and clearly beaten opponent. Tara looked straight at Declan's gold eyes, peeking through his soul.

"No more… please, stop… no more…" Declan pleaded, crying. He knows he can't win this fight, not in a million years. His whole body is a bloody mess of broken bones and blood.

"I beg you… please… no more…" The Black Death pleaded, crawling and grovelling towards Tara's feet holding it, kissing it like a dog.

"You asked me earlier what my name is… very well, I will grant you this one request before I finish you off…" Tara calmly said with gold eyes cold as winter.

"My name is Tarmora"

Declan's eyes widened when he heard the dreaded name, the name that strikes terror in both primordials and humans alike. He knew that name very well. He now realised how futile his chances were, there is no way he could win, there is no way he could survive the wrath of the legendary Destruction Angel, the most powerful primordial to ever walk the world. With tears in his eyes, he swallowed his pride, humbled and defeated.

"Please mighty one… I beg you, please show mercy to AAAHHHH…" Declan felt a sharp pain at his bloodied back, he looked down on his chest and saw a sword made of water. His gold eyes started to dim, losing its light and the dark finally took the Black Death at its cold embrace.

"THAT IS FOR MY FATHER YOU BASTARD!" Lyn screamed, eyes filled with tears as she pulled out her water blade out of Declan's lifeless body.

The rain finally stopped falling.