#crossedfates

He had been one of the last people Azazel had expected to meet while walking on earth. He hated being on earth in general. He was no huge fan of this place. He preferred to stay in hell, close to his solders. Watching them train, preparing them for battle.

But he had orders to walk on earth for now, had orders to stay here and watch and prepare for the big bang.

He was used to seeing guardian angels by now. They resided on earth too, protecting humanity, guiding them when the cherubim and seraphim couldn’t. He didn’t envy them at all.

But what he had not expected to see, the last person of all people he had met in his life was one of them. One of the watchers. One of those who had fought by his side when they fell.

He had never seen him in hell. He should have known that he had been staying on earth.

Do you want to see your friend alive again, Phoenix Wright? Come to this address. Oh, and don’t even dare call the police or he’ll be dead before you even get here.

The Manipulator

There’s a bit of blood in the note. Could that be Apollo’s?

The world was dull. Sounds were muted, images murky. He seemed to float up out of the nothing slowly, as if rising from a great depth. Yet once he broke the surface, nothing became any clearer. He was just in a gaping, reddish... nothing.

“...H-Hello?” he tried, tentatively.

Alas, the lack of a vessel means a significant lack in gallantry. Besides, this fool would have wasted his time on only one other woman, and she, too, is long since dead. Dahlia rolls her grey eyes and floats over the corpse on the ground, investigating his face, the types of wounds.

She smiles, but is careful not to let her companion see. When she looks up at the Manipulator again, her damask face is a mask of indifference.

"It was the same with me. The more I found out I could use my powers to get what I wanted, the more corrupted I became. I just embraced it "

Her days off from Bliss Ocean meant she can pretty much do whatever the hell she wanted--well, as far as a terrorist can do out in the open, at least. Fortunately, most people didn’t recognize her outside of her cowboy attire, which was great! Because even a gal like her needed a break now and then.

“There’s one thing I don’t understand.”

“Does nobody around here know how to swim...?”