[Kaizer still couldn't grasp the weight of the situation. A warm trickle of blood ran down his forehead, but he barely felt it]
"He…" he tried to speak, but the words died in his throat, choked off by the overwhelming, ominous aura radiating from the figure before him.
"Hey, boy," the dark angel said, his voice a cold, annoying drone. "Since you saw what wasn't supposed to be seen, I'll offer you a choice. Do me a favor and kill yourself? Or would you prefer the pleasure of death by my very own hands?"
[With a surge of desperation, Kaizer found a shred of courage. He fumbled in his pocket, his fingers closing around the cool hilt of a knife. "Ahhhhhhh, die!" he shouted, lunging forward with a wild stab, his eyes sharp with frantic hope]
"Oh, poor boy," the angel crooned, sidestepping the clumsy attack with effortless grace. In one fluid motion, he drove his own blade deep into Kaizer's lung.
[Kaizer gasped, struggling as hot blood poured from his mouth. This was death. The very thing he had once been so excited to experience had become his worst nightmare]
"Now," the angel turned, his eyes settling on the unconscious girl. "It's your turn to visit hell."
As he poised to strike, a weird aura suddenly thickened the air. A primal chill shot down the angel's spine. He froze. "What is this presence?" he whispered, his voice trembling.
[The immense pressure was emanating from Kaizer. The boy, who had been on the brink of death moments before, now stood completely healed. But his eyes… they held a bloodlust and terror so absolute that it was unbearable to behold. Consciousness had left him; something ancient and powerful had taken its place]
"You should be more careful when killing someone," a chilling voice rasped from Kaizer's body.
"You should know who you are talking to!" the angel shrieked, his sanity fraying. "Ahhhhh!" He poured all his strength into a thrust aimed at Kaizer's heart.
[The sword met an invisible wall of dark energy. The angel grunted, applying brute force until, with a sickening crack, his blade shattered into pieces]
"Are you done?" the cold voice asked.
[A streak of black lightning erupted from the boy's hand and pierced the angel's chest]
"A mere boy dares to defy the great fallen angel Malrion? I am undefeated! I am Malrion!" the angel screamed, his mind breaking completely.
Kaizer didn't react. He simply raised his hand, and a sword forged from the absolute darkness of the Abyss formed within his grip.
"Who are you?" the angel gasped, true terror seizing him for the first time. "You are no angel… you are a monster!"
[The dark lightning surged, and the angel's body disintegrated into nothing but ash]
[With his enemy destroyed, the boy or the thing inside him seemed poised to unleash its rage upon the world. But then, a gentle, soothing aura washed over him, a calming force that pushed against the darkness]
"Thanks for saving me," a soft voice said. The girl had awakened, her eyes clear and compassionate. "You can rest now."
"Who are y…" Kazser managed to whisper before the power left him and he collapsed, unconscious.
[The girl soon fell into a deep sleep beside him on the street. The oppressive dark aura had vanished, and all their wounds had been mysteriously healed by the strange, dark, yet paradoxically warm energy that had surrounded Kaizer]