"There's no doubt they will kill you. They'll kill me too. We'll be damned to hell. So just accept your fate." I say, while the demons tore away at Nate's flesh.

"HAHAHAA! You really don't know who I am do you?!" Nate said.

"I don't care who you are..." I say between breaths. Blood drizzled from where my torn stitches used to be.

The top of Nate's head set on fire.

I spread my wings, most of it being rotted bones and burnt feathers.

The fire soon completely engulfed Nate.

I simply began dragging myself away from him.

"It's a shame you already told me you were going to die." Nate said. "I would have prepared myself for another fight."

"I can still fight," I mutter, getting up. "Just not as good as I used to. I let down my friends way to many times. It's not going to happen again. This bar will be destroyed in a matter of minutes... Sucked into a black hole, ripped and torn apart. And we'll be damned. To hell. If I'm gonna die, I'm taking you down with me!" I yell, and a bright light formed inside of my sockets. And then time froze. My wings went back to normal, and so did the rest the me. "We can... (A.) Fight here and now, or (B.) both rot and decay in hell." I gave him a confident look.

Nate smirked. "Is that so? Well then, I choose A."

"Winner is sent back before any of this chaos, loser dies." I say, retracting my claws.

"You make it too easy." Nate said

"Why do you say that?" I ask.

"Cause I know I can kill you." Nate said. "And now I don't need to waste time doing it."

"You will regret your confidence," I say.