Key Three: Scattered:

-Back in the Fallen City-

"Oh, damn," Allen muttered to himself, rubbing his head. "That was just hell." A rotting smell made him pause. "Huh?" he asked, looking up. He could only see pitch black around him. His hands felt a cold, hard surface beneath him. Where is this place? He paused when he heard someone groaning. Allen turned to his left and saw Ophelia rubbing her head.

"Ow," she murmured. "What happened?"

"Ophelia?" she heard next to her. The other angel looked around her.

"Allen?" she asked. "Is that you? Where are you?"

"Right next to you," he replied. Ophelia reached out to feel around for him in the direction of her left. Allen let his own hand rest for her to find him.

"Oh, there you are," she said.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm a bit sore, but I'm fine. You?"


"Ah." Ophelia looked around the darkness. "Where is everyone else?"

"I have no idea," Allen admitted. "I don't even know where we are." Ophelia tried to remember everything that had happened up to this point.

"Well, we were escaping from the city," she said. "We came to the seventh circle and a storm was heading our way."

"We were on a mountain or going up one, right?" Allen asked. The other angel nodded in thought.

"I think so… yeah," she answered. "And then we got blown off by that huge wind." Allen assessed this turn of events.

"I see," he said. The exorcist looked up at her. "Where do you think the others went?" Ophelia shrugged her shoulders as she shook her head.

"Hell if I know," she said. "They probably are spread out in wherever this place is."

"We don't even know where we are, do we?" Allen asked. Ophelia shook her head. The leader angel leaned back against what he thought was a wall.

"So, we need to find out where we are, get out, find the others, and get out of the city," he summed up. Ophelia frowned at him.

"And how do we do all of that?" she asked. A sweat drop formed on his head as he nervously laughed.

"I'll think of something," he said.

"Great…" Ophelia mumbled. Suddenly, she froze as she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. "Oh god!" she screamed. Allen darted into her attention.

"Ophelia! What's the matter?" he asked, frantic.

"I don't know!" she wailed. "It's happening again!"

"Again? What do you mean?"

She grabbed onto his hand. "Help… me… Please… help… me…" Allen nodded as he tightly held her hand.

"I'll go look for someone," he told her.

"Please don't leave me," Ophelia pleaded. The other angel nodded at her.

"Okay," he said. Allen had to hold her on his shoulders as they walked further down the path to look for help.

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