Yami went back in there. "Hello?" He asks, wings spread and voice gentle. His eyes are flooded with tears.

The Edward got up. The crucifix still on his neck. "That should do it." He said, panting.

Yami smiled, being glad 666 was tooken care of. His eyes stare at the ceiling, and says, "I hate my life..."

"Your only 16," Edward said, "I'd try to live up all the time you got left." He looked at a amulet that had 35 carved into it. "You have a lot longer than me." He said.

"Yeah, but I hate it..." He says, showing him an awful wound under his neck. "It doesn't hurt too bad, but.. It still hurts. It happened when I was 12. People wanted my power, so much... Wanted it enough to try to kill a child. Present day I could destroy the world with my magic. But I use it to entertain myself."

"You can always stop." Said Edward.

"Stop what?" He asks.

"This whole killing biz." Said Edward. He then sighed, "I probably sound like an idiot or a jerk." He said.

"Neither, but I'm under Satan's control, I need pureness to save me from this." He says with a sigh.

Edward pulled off his crucifix. "Put this on." He said, "I have a plan."

"If it involves anyone dying, getting hurt, or extreme light, I'm out." He says.

"No no no, trust me." Edward said.

Yami puts it on, scared what Edward's going to do.

Edward brought out a small bottle of holy water and dumped it on both his and Yami's head. Then he put his hand on Yami's head and began muttering something in Latin.

"Hey that water is coooold!" He says.