Perhaps it was something within him that compelled him to sleep in the basement that night. And, to his luck, doing this just so happened to save his skin. Pushing the remains of a broken door away from the stairwell that led to a light unlike any other, Akina stepped out and took in a deep, depressing breath. Death. It surrounded, no engulfed him. It's been a while since he'd seen such chaos. Well, it was a week ago and it was a movie, but this, this was real.

Hopping backwards as he tried to put his boot on, Akina got a glimpse of what was left of his humble little house. Alone and covered with rubbish, dust, and a hint of blood, the blue-haired male figured it might be best not to stay in a place that would forever haunt and sadden himself.

Lurking out into the dim world that was plagued by death, Akina could feel his nose tingle and cringe at the disgusting scent of sour blood. Rotting in the blazing heat and flames that had razed the place. Whatever happened was more than Akina would ever have imaged. The place literally looked like a bomb hit it.

Scarlet scratched her head as she looked down at the torn remains of what used to be the lovely place called Earth. "Christ. It looks like Hell down there. Must we really pay them a visit?" Her eyes shifted over to her friend, Zombixia.

"As terrifying and ugly as it might be, we need to go down there. The humans will need our help. I know we can't actually help them, but we can tell them that God and us angels are watching over them." Her wings opened up and she began her descent down to Earth. Aiko Cho. I pray that you are still alive.

Her purple hair blew back as a strong gust of wind slapped her in the face. Still pressing onward, she knew that a scolding would be shot her way, but heck, Aiko Cho was worth it. Besides, Zombie was already dead. What could the Arc Angels really do to her?

Nose turned up, Rebel took another peek over at the bodies beside him. He'd already planned on visiting Earth, but when he arrived he was a little more upset than excite. Yes, he was a reaper, but someone did all the work for him. Kicking the head of the man he was supposed to kill, Rebel snorted at his misfortune. "How is it that I always get the raw end of the deal?" Moaning, he went back too look for the other bodies or at least blood of the other humans he was supposed to assassinate.