'Its not like I care or anything. God no.' [Ikiru]

Ikiru had reached a true form of Kyuban. This town had been sucked dry, those who remained did so only by remaining indoors, or being lucky enough to miss the monster's constant hunting. But despite his food supply getting lower, Ikiru had already grown so much stronger. He had talons rather than sharp claws, his once white Angel wings had lost their feathers, turning into blood red skeletal wings that would belong better to a Demon than Angel. His ears grew pointed, eyes completely red and glowing, and teeth sharp and no longer hidden behind his lips. There were only a few features of the old being left, the tattered clothing and light blonde hair. But if someone was to look his way, it would take a while before they found Ikiru hiding in the master Kyuban he'd grown to become now. Sora was so quiet, and Ikiru found that it was becoming an issue. No one dared to live here, or pass through the floating town anymore, as Ikiru had claimed it. Streets remained crimson with blood from his previous hunts, no one left to clean up after the active monster. So with little to hunt, the Kyuban had little to do. But his senses were ever alert, a gut feeling that soon, at least one soul would come to him. And that day finally came, whilst the real Ikiru had no recollection of the request he'd made, picking up the scent of this particular soul made the Kyuban feel different. If anything, he was more determined to find it's source, there would be no hunting in the dark and sneaking up. Ikiru turned from where he stood and rushed through the dead streets, meeting the intruder head on. The Kyuban began a low growl, looking the Demon up and down. "I... do not know you." The Kyuban said, evolved to the point of being able to master speech, only able to use it to seduce prey, however. "You have come here, and you will die now."

It was hard to recall memories of the non-Kyuban part of himself. Ikiru knew that if he could, it would give him an advantage over this Demon. For he knew the Demon was tough, feasting off hate like he feasted on souls. So the battle would be rather even. But a Kyuban knew no hesitation, Ikiru wouldn't back down, that hunger remained impossible to argue with. He continued to try and remember something about this Demon, who claimed he knew the one Ikiru once was, before he became pure, and strong. So Ikiru took that into account, trying to recall this annoying Demon whilst preparing to fight. The Demon made the first move, but it was easily observed by Ikiru's fast senses. He jumped back, landing gracefully on a rooftop, fangs shown as he grinned down to the little Demon. "Oh but you will.... Hissy." Ikiru replied, pleased to recall on thing about the Demon, his name. The Kyuban hoped he'd surprised the Demon enough to catch him off guard, weaving from the rooftop down and around Hisan to attack his side, get a good grip into his flesh to begin taking that soul of his. 

A Kyuban's ferocious speed could be used against them. If one could sense their movements and point a weapon in the direction of their strike, a Kyuban might just walk into it and get injured. That was the case for an average Kyuban, a monster of new blood that didn't know tactics, only murder. Ikiru had been in many fight with those of Sora that weren't so willing to give up their souls, and he'd learnt from previous mistakes in those fights. He'd adapted, still fast and agile, but with reflexes just as quick. He was surprised that this Demon was phased by the strike, though perhaps the answer was in Ikiru's memories, long lost to the monster now in his body. Still, he got an idea that this fight wouldn't be won with mind tricks, but by simply tearing apart this strong Demon. Ikiru still had his magic, the gift of Life was no longer available, for someone who took souls rather than granting them, but the Kyuban could still use an Angel's natural ability in simple light magic. He deftly dodged the two sword strikes, backing up a little to hold up one clawed hand. A flicker of light appeared in it, which soon expanded into a significantly blinding flash of light. Once the light flashed, Ikiru tried his attack once more, darting to Hisan's side to get a kick at his abdomen. 

The moment the sword hit, it knocked the wind, and the dark urged right out of Ikiru. There was nothing special about the sword, no enchantment that drove away the evil of a Kyuban. It was just Ikiru finally breaking free, the weakened state of his body opened the doors wide for him to regain control. And all his own blood dripped down his stained shirt, Ikiru recalled everything very quickly. He was fighting Hisan, after losing himself to a monstrous poison, murdering so many. Ikiru remembered the years spent, after mercilessly killing, how deep down he begged to be freed. His red eyes returned to their natural blue, and Ikiru blinked a few time, gasping for air which at this point, with a sword impaling him, was an impossible request. He looked up to Hisan, as both dropped to the floor, trying to smile weakly. "Are.... are those tears I see?" Ikiru asked, his voice weak, but at last it carried that usual teasing tone Ikiru used to have. "Oh Hissy... I always knew you... were a softie." Ikiru muttered, lifting a hand to weakly pinch at Hisan's cheek. Feeling the last of his humour energy leave, Ikiru's brows wavered, the pain flowing around his body, and the corners of his vision turning a little dark. "Hisan... thank you. You don't need to... be sorry... for anything." Ikiru said, coughing a little. "After... after all, you freed me... like I asked... so thank you. I can die... as myself... and I've always wanted to.. die in the hands of the one I love." Ikiru added, using the last of his effort to smile. "Don't... act like it w..wasn't obvious.. Hissy. I a...always loved my s..stubborn and grumpy... Demon." The Angel muttered, feeling like a weight was off of his chest, knowing he'd said such a thing to Hisan at last, no matter how obvious it was beforehand. Funny, just as Ikiru took his last, pointless breath, he wondered if he'd see Dove up there, waiting for her little brother as usual. He hoped so, there was a lot of news Ikiru wanted to share with his sister. He thought of everyone living, Kaku and all of his new family, just hoping they'd sort things out and be alright without the light-hearted Angel around. And Ikiru sure hoped Hisan would be alright, even if he didn't change, Ikiru just prayed that Hisan and little Catulus would be alright, the first moment Ikiru met the pair being the last memory embedded into his fading mind before he stopped breathing.