Meanwhile…
Ghost finally stood tall again, glowing with restored strength.
Ginny's skeletal pink-ash wings shimmered beside him.
"I know who's stealing souls," she said, smirking.
Ghost turned slowly.
"Who?"
Ginny grinned darkly.
"…Satan."
Ghost's face went cold.
In the blink of an eye they vanished—
appearing in the underworld chambers.
Icca stood there, belly swollen rapidly — humming a lullaby, stroking her stomach lovingly.
Her father — Satan — watched proudly.
Ghost didn't hesitate.
BLAST—!!!
Holy fire slammed into Satan, sending him crashing through a pillar.
Icca screamed.
Her womb glowed white, blocking Ghost's second hit.
Ginny unfurled her wings.
"You little demon skank—"
She launched at Icca, slamming her across the room.
The jester demon giggled in the shadows.
Icca hissed, claws out.
She lunged—
Ginny grabbed her hair—
Icca bit her arm—
Ginny screamed and backhanded her—
Icca threw a molten chain—
Ghost stepped between them.
ENOUGH.
He lifted his hand and froze them both with death light.
Ginny snarled.
"Why'd you stop me?! I could've END HER!"
Ghost's voice dropped low.
"She is with child."
Ginny blinked.
"SO WHAT—?!"
"That child carries power beyond realms," Ghost said quietly.
"If we kill her, we may unleash something worse."
Icca glared, trembling, holding her stomach protectively.
Satan vanished in the chaos.
Ginny threw up her hands dramatically.
"UGH! Fine! I won't kill the pregnant one!"
Ghost grabbed her wrist.
"We wait," he said.
"And then we strike."
They vanished.
Icca collapsed, holding her stomach, shaking.
Blood Reaper screamed one last time — and the ground exploded beneath her, scattering demons like insects.
Dyren reached for her.
Constant reached for her.
She stared at them both through tear-filled eyes.
Her voice broke, trembling:
"I'm not… supposed… to feel."
Her wings burst open —
And she flew straight upward into the storm, fleeing both.
Leaving two broken hearts on the cliffside.
Blood Reaper shot upward into the storm, leaving a trail of burning crimson behind her like a falling star in reverse.
But this wasn't flight.
This was escape.
This was panic.
This was her breaking point.
The sky swallowed her whole. Clouds warped, contorting around her power.
The world dimmed beneath her as the ocean churned violently, reacting to her emotions.
A scream tore from her throat — nothing human, nothing angelic, nothing demonic.
It was something older.
Her vision shattered into black and red.
Her teeth lengthened.
Her skin cracked like overheated metal revealing molten red underneath.
Her wings stretched beyond their limits, ripping open into jagged, flame-soaked membranes.
Her mind was gone.
Only instinct remained.
Only the hunt.
Only rage.
Lightning arced toward her — but bent away before touching her, afraid.
Below, every demon for miles fell flat to the ground, trembling.
The spider boy clutched his chest.
"She's… ascended," he whispered.
"But not the right way."
Constant stood at the cliff's edge, chest heaving, watching her disappear into the clouds.
The wind whipped his hair around his face, but he didn't move.
Didn't breathe.
He felt something inside him crack.
"Why… why did I push her?" he whispered to no one.
"Why did I let this happen?"
His voice broke on the last word.
He sank to his knees in the cold grass, hands gripping the earth.
"I said the wrong things… I lost her… I lost her…"
The spider boy approached him quietly, placing a small clawed hand on his arm.
"You didn't lose her," he said.
"She lost herself."
Constant shook his head.
"But I didn't help her."
Tears fell freely now.
"I didn't protect her from the one thing hurting her most—herself."
His wings drooped behind him, heavy with guilt.
"She chose darkness… because she didn't know how to choose me," he whispered.
Dyren stood a few feet away, eyes locked on the sky where she vanished.
No emotion.
No panic.
Just cold, calculated determination.
He cracked his knuckles.
"She ran from him," he muttered.
"She won't run from me."
He looked over his shoulder at Constant — bitter, smug resentment in his voice:
"You break her. I fix her."
Constant stood slowly, blue fire burning in his eyes.
"You don't fix her," he snarled.
"You manipulate her."
Dyren tilted his head with that vicious smile.
"She listens to me. She chose me before she ever looked at you."
Constant's jaw clenched.
"Because you prey on her confusion."
Dyren stepped close, their foreheads nearly touching.
"Because I understand her darkness," he growled.
"And I'm not afraid of it."
With a flare of red-and-ash wings, Dyren shot into the air, scanning the clouds for blood and fire.
"I'm going after her," he called back.
"And when I find her… she won't run again."
He vanished into the storm.