(Britano)
I was out on a mission involving a Demon Of Death. It was so exciting to finally get to go on a mission, even though I didn't think it would end up like this. My brother was merciless. He had beaten the demon down and was about to strike him dead, when he looked at me. The son of death had looked at me, as if pleading for help. I couldn't just stand there while Raphael killed him.
I may be an angel of darkness but, I wouldn't even hurt a fly. Ten seconds until the final blow...... Five, four, three, two, one. I ran just as the sword was about to kill, I stepped between them, sword in my palm, ready for battle. "So Raphael, do you want to face my blade?" I asked. "What in gods name do you think your doing Britano?" he asked. "Have you not learned your lesson?" Instead of replying I turned to the demon.
"Run as fast as you can, Do not stop for even a second!" He looked at me as if I was crazy. "Why are you trying to help me, a demon?" He asked. "Because......?!" I looked down just in time to see Raphael's blade sticking out of my chest. I fell to my knees in astonishment. The demon looked at me in horror, as if trying to comprehend what had just happened. Then he looked at the others in rage. Was he trying to protect me? He picked me up in his arms and ran, with more strength than I had ever seen. He ran as if he had a purpose. Then it all went black.
