The Grimm Reapers

Chapter Forty-one: I'll save a friend, but kill a b***h.

*Lenore*

We had to wait outside, how degrading! I listened as that zombie, no, archangel worked on her. Her screams were agonizing. I could see father clenching his fist. Blake was holding mother, who was holding her brother's hand. I couldn't help but stare at the man called my uncle. He was tall with tan skin, short black hair, and glowing ember eyes. But I noticed his features started changing. He started looking older.

"Do you see something interesting?" He looked at me with an amused look on his face, but his eyes told a different story. I couldn't help but smirk at his obvious attempt to "play nice" with me.

"Cut the bull shit. We all know you can't stand the sight of me. Is it because unlike my older siblings, I hold none of my mothers angel traits? Or because you fear what I can do?" Mother and Blake stared at me with open mouths, while Father tried not to show the smirk on his face.

"Well, don't you have a sharp tongue. If you must know, no, I don't hate you. Be it that you may not hold any angel traits within you, you are a spitting image of Lilith. You are still my niece, I can never hate you. Scared, possibly, but never hate." I stared at this angel for a while. His features once again changing to that of a young boy around my age. Before I could say anything else, Lolita's screams filled the air. What ever that archangel was doing to her, I will kill him if she doesn't get better after this.

"How much longer do you think?" I saw mother asking her brother.

"I don't know. Raphael places a special seal around his chambers, so no one can disturb him while he works. My powers won't reach inside his chamber." Her screams continued to fill the air for half an hour, until suddenly, they stopped. We all stood up straight, and watched as they all came out.

"Ash!" Blake ran up to him and started asking question after question. Couldn't blame him really. If I was my old self I might have done the same.

"Blake relax, she's okay."

"What happened?" Father walked up to him, but the archangel didn't seem afraid at all. I don't know why, but I found myself respecting him for that. Even the angels took a step back.

"I had to pull every last drop of the toxin out of her body. She was screaming because moving the toxin around in her body, along with the water and blood inside, caused her a lot of pain. Sadly I couldn't do much about making it less painful."

"You did what you could, now it's my turn." We all turned to look at god. I will not consider this being of light my family.

"Father, what are you going to do?" I could tell Alexandria was curious. Being the angel of knowledge, it must make her a know it all.

"Something that only I can do, and only lolita can handle." With that cryptic message, he left us and entered the chamber. We caught a glimpse of Lolita before the door closed. She was sweating, but she seemed to be breathing easier.

"What do you think he's going to do?" Just as Blake asked, a bright light shined through the cracks on the door. Next thing we know, God comes walking back out of the room. His hands behind his back, and a calm expression on his face.

"Father, what did you do?" I don't think anyone else noticed the strange feather pen and scroll behind her. Or maybe they just chose to ignore it.

"Just wait and see." He kept walking past us, but stop before he turned the corner. "Oh, and you may want to take a few steps back." We all did as he said, but before we could ask anything else, the door ended up blowing off the hinges. Behind the doors, stood a very pissed off lolita.

"I. Am. Going. To kill her!" She spread her wings, and we got to see that they were in fact two different colors. Her right wing was white, and her left a solid black. She walked past us. The clicking of her heels the only sound that was heard. She radiated so much power, you wouldn't believe she was in danger just seconds ago.

"Are you better my dear?" God was once again standing in front of us. Lolita cracked her knuckles, that were now turning as white as her wings.

"I no longer feel the toxin, if that is what you mean. But I won't be better until I get to the bottom of all of this." She turned to look at the archangel Ashton. In the blink of an eye, she went from full on pissed, to happy and relieved. "Ashton."

"Lolita." He pulled her into a hug. That is the first time I have ever seen such pure raw emotion. It made me feel strange. Could just be cramps. "I am so sorry about all of this. I had no idea that Tess was behind all of this. My memories were blocked after I gave into my zombie state. But I promise, I will help you stop my sister."

"I can't ask you to do that." She pushed away from him, and the green in her eyes shined over the blue. "Teresa is your sister, and my best friend."

"What's the difference?" I looked at Alexandria. They were all staring at Lolita, all with confused looks on their faces. But I knew what she was thinking. I could feel myself actually getting excited.

"The difference?" She walked towards the window, and looked out at heaven. Her blond hair turning black, but the blond still staying at the tips. Her dress switched colors. She was summoning her reaper side. "The difference is I am willing to save a friend, but also kill a bitch." With that she jumped out the window, flying back down to the earth.

"Finally!" They all looked at me now, like I was crazy. "What? I'm not the one flying down to kill my best friend. I did that when I was nine." With that I summoned my wings, and followed my sister back down to earth. No way in hell am I missing this.