[i]"Your darkness may run deep, but my flames are those of the light. I have killed many demons before, I recommend yo do not threaten my allies again, or I shall be forced to release the truly powerful one inside myself."[/i]

“You…never were very bright, were you Adrian?”

Marianne turned around to face the angel with a bored, placid stare.

“Honestly, there’s not a portion of your life that doesn’t bore me to death, heh. Split-personality? Able to change forms between angel and demon? Noble one minute and then insane the next? It just makes me want to [b][i]gag![/b][/i] Honestly, it’s like your entire life is a bad parody of some deluded hero, ready to slay everyone on sight when the mood strikes him. It’s really just pathetic.”

Putting the palm of her hand on his flaming sword, Marianne suddenly moved forward, thrusting the blade’s edge along the flesh of her neck. The life in her eye soon faded, her body losing strength. Despite it all, she continued onward, eventually digging the flaming blade deep enough to sever her head. Smiling weakly, she collapsed near Adrian’s feet, her dismounted head rolling off.

At once, the familiar volley of appendages leapt out of Marianne’s blood and dragged her downwards into the unknown. The arms even made sure to cease the discarded head as well.

“Well hello there!”

Instantly, Marianne appeared before the angel once again. This time however, she tilted her head as a sick grin spread across her lips.

“You’re nothing but a boring character in this mad little tale of ours, aren’t you! Ehehe, keep on doing it though, cause it truly sates my boredom! Just look how [b][i]interesting[/b][/i] you are! Go on, I [b][i]implore[/i][/b] to do so you deranged hybrid! Keep on intimidating me! Keep killing me if you must! Maybe after the tenth time, or the fifth, or the millionth death, will that poor excuse of a retched brain of yours figure out the obvious!”

As she said her final words, she began to fade away into nothingness, waving at the misguided group before her.

[b][i]“You. Can’t. Get. Rid. Of. Me. Light? Darkness? They mean nothing to me! Ehehehehehehe!”[/i][/b]

And on that final note, the enigmatic girl was gone from their site, her point having been proven. She would not interfere…for now. Instead, she had more important schedules to keep…

As soon as her black dressed form faded away, so too did the magnificent image of the ballroom. Gone were the high walls and heavy chandeliers that hung above, the blood red carpet that pooled at their feet below. Now the group found themselves back in the hallways where they began.

The stairs and the painting with the black-haired man with frost eyes still remained though.