Shadow killua: Im now free from that weak fool. And no limit, no master, no rule. -grabb her by her cheeks- Im Kill! The bloodlust of killing... And Im nobodys slave... Like that killua/judas.
Kill: I almost want to have some sexy fun with you, looking at you now. But Im not in the mood. -pull her up on her feet by the hurt wing-
Faceless Woman: Uncontrollable sobbing. She is held down by two guard angels on her knees, head on the muddy ground. "WHY?!" Vincent: "I'm so sorry... I-I never meant for it to be lik-" The woman fades through her captors like a phantom and slowly makes her way towards Vincent. He stumbles back, pleading. "I'm really regret that it had come to this.. Please don't.." As she gets closer, her features start to materialize. "Why, Akrasiel..?" A combination of panic, horror and disgust is across her tearful blood stained face. Kaitlyn: "Why?" Vincent jolts back to reality in cold sweat, head light from blood loss. "Kaitlyn... Kaitlyn?!" He gets off the ground, an incredible stinging sensation courses through his right arm when the cast hits his chest, wetting his clothes with blood. He loses his balance and falls on his left knee. Vincent sees Kaitlyn against a wall unconscious. "Kaitlyn?!" He rushes towards her with whatever energy he has left.