Dusk and Blazing Flame sat in the Challenger, driving down the road. They sat there in silence. The radio was playing in the background though neither of them paid attention. Dusk found his fingers tapping the paper, and he was getting used to the eyepatch over the socket of his eye. One Gabby had made for him out of some fabric.

“When this is over, I’m getting a glass eye.” He said to Blazing Flame as they continued; Blazing Flame looked back,

“Any idea of what color it might be?” Blazing Flame asked, sitting in the passenger side; Dusk had insisted he could drive, though Blazing Flame offered to take him in his truck.

“Don’t know, maybe green, maybe red. Guess I’ll find out.”

Blazing Flame nodded while he rubbed his hand. His cast had been removed. Odin had gifted him with some healing as his arm made it good as new while he rubbed it. Ember broke the cast off before they left as he looked over to the shotgun in his hand, imagining that he would need it. At the same time, Blazing Flame patted the bullet casing in his suitable picket to reload.

“I think brown would go well,” Blazing Flame said, nodding, as they made another turn heading past the public library. Blazing Flame couldn’t help remembering going through there as a kid and when he took Sunburst over for story time while he and Stellar Flare struggled in the early years when Sunburst was born. Before Blazing Flame decided they needed to break the cycle, and joined the army.

“So, how long have you been in the army?” Dusk asked, looking over for a second and seeing the tattoo on his arm.

“Was there for four years; it helped Stellar Flare and me get through some hard times and get us our house when we lived in apartments. Barely making rent.” Blazing Flame smiled while looking back at Dusk,

“So, how did you end up with a monster-filled house? That’s not exactly something you fall into?” Blazing Flame muttered while giving him a bit of a smirk. Dusk just raised a hand while muttering,

“I’ll be honest; it was an accident; I was driving home free from well… I’m not particularly eager to talk about it, but I was celebrating my freedom when I got into a crash. I followed what looked like a ghost, and the next thing I knew, I met a man named Keys, who left me the place. Why he picked me, well, I’m still wondering. It’s just an accident.” Dusk found him saying, taking another turn as he followed the directions.

“No, I don’t think so; there’s no such thing as accidents. It’s divine, and you were meant to find that place. A will of God.” Blazing Flame said, giving a calm smile while Dusk wasn’t sure how to respond but soon found himself in front of an old farmhouse,

“I think this is the correct place,” Dusk said while he reached over, undoing his seat belt.

“Listen, Dusk, I don’t know your story, and you don’t know mine, but All that matters is we get your daughter back. We need to put this to rest.” Blazing Flame said while he cocked his gun, and Dusk nodded in agreement as they stepped out of place. They were the plan's start; they hoped the others could pull their part.

“Well, if we had something to drink, I’d say we have a shot before we don’t have anything,” Dusk muttered while he turned, looking up. The old farmhouse stood out like a sore thumb; the barren land was wasted with dark and not much else, not even weed, as if nothing could grow here like the ground had been salted down. The full moon rising behind the barn gave it an eerie look as Dusk shook his head, knowing it was now or never. There they walked to the front porch. They stopped upon it, hearing the light creaking as they banged on the door. He waited a minute when Dusk and Blazing Flame heard him from behind him.

“Do you think I’d be doing our business in that shabby place?” The French wizard said as he brushed some dust off his white suit, staff in hand as he pointed over,

“I’d say get to the backyard. Did you bring me what I want, Dusk?” He said, looking at the two of them.

“Blazing Flame Portabor, I see your arms healed; I swear I thought I snapped it like a twig.”

“Don’t worry about it, and I’ll show you how to snap an arm properly,” Blazing Flame growled while he gripped his weapon; Dusk raised a hand, shaking his head, as they knew it would be too soon.

“I’ve got it; now, where is my daughter?” As Blueblood smirked, Dusk wished he could rip him a new one.

“Ahh yes, the Dragon, come on, she’s back there right now. No funny business.” There Blueblood turned and walked away. Dusk and Blazing Flame followed behind him; Dusk couldn’t help looking back at the Challenger, hoping it all went well.

-000-

The backyard was just as barren as Dusk saw the table, a tiny baby basket. Luke was about to run over to Spine when Blueblood raised his staff.

“Don’t think about it; stroll over there and put the contract on the table next to the basket.” He smirked while his French accent seemed to draw out a smug smirk. Dusk growled as he reached down while pulling the contract out.

Dusk held onto the old yellow paper, while walking over, gripping it tightly. He stopped there, looking over and seeing Spine. She lay there looking asleep, but Dusk couldn’t help but wonder if Blueblood had placed a spell on his child.

“Good now, Blazing Flamey buddy, Please go and grab the child. If you two do something. I’ll blast you with enough volts to make you play with crayons for the rest of your life.”

Blazing Flame walked over, watching Blueblood. The way the staff pointed at them as he grabbed the baby basket, looking down. Spine let out a long yawn while he said to her,

“Hang in there, little one. We’ll get you back to your momma,” Blazing Flame muttered as he tried stepping away though Blueblood raised his wand.

“Don’t move, Dusk Shine; I want you to sign the contract.” Blueblood moved his staff with a smirk. Dusk sighed as he nodded, “Fine, just don’t do anything crazy otherwise, I won’t sign it.” Dusk spoke, pulling out a pen, the look of defiance on his face as he looked back to the paper.

“Please, just shut up and sign the paper,” Blueblood said while his staff started to spark with electricity. Dusk was annoyed but looked down at his wrists, focusing on them while remembering Odin’s words. ‘I know a fourth that can protect me from my enemy’s power.’ He focused and whispered to himself.

“He can’t hurt me and has no power here.” He thought he saw one of the runes glowing as he felt the power coming from it when he finished signing, soon looking back to the French man,

“You know what, fuck you, and fuck what you want.” Dusk slammed the pen down on the table a glance at Blazing Flame, who started running. Blueblood barely had time to react as Dusk ran in, throwing a fist. Blueblood shot a lightning bolt right at Dusk, but it bounced off him. Blueblood found himself confused for a second before shaking it off; as He got back,

“I see you’ve learned a few tricks there, buddy, but don’t think you’ll get away with it.” There he snapped his fingers, and Blazing Flame found himself being tackled. Spine was caught in the air, as Dusk noticed. There he saw Rarity standing there, the shocked expression on his face as he looked at the Wendigo standing there,

“Rarity, what are you doing here? I…” He remembered something June had told him about how Blueblood had tried to help Rarity. A thought came over him, realizing something, not knowing it but speaking up.

“You’re working for him, aren’t you?” He remained calm before Rarity could respond. Blueblood used his staff like a bat, hitting Dusk and sending him flying.

Dusk hit the ground dragging across it while he let out a groan,

“Fuck, alright, note, I’m not immune to pain.” He huffed, standing up as he focused on being immune to magic. The rune glowed as Dusk ran at Blueblood, a hard growl while he grabbed the staff, the two strugglings, while he called out,

“Rarity, why are you working for him?!” He shouted loud as Rarity stood there,

“He promised to free me from this curse, free me from the pain of what I caused!” she called out, holding the baby. Blazing Flame got up as he pulled his fists up his elbows, and threw a quick right hook as Rarity found herself letting go of Spine being shot across the yard. Blazing Flame caught Spine, who woke up beginning to cry as She looked scared,

“Sorry, Dusk!” Blazing Flame muttered as he moved, quickly putting baby Spine in the baby basket and bringing his fists back up, imagining he’ll have to hold the ground as much against the woman.

“Don’t worry, just keep Spine safe!” Dusk mentioned feeling the two struggling as he tried to pull Blueblood's staff out, focusing more as he tried thinking of what he could do to fight; when he thought about it hearing the tone in Odin’s voice reappearing, I knew a charm to summon an ally’s weapon. He closed his eyes and thought.

“Please let this work.” He focused on a weapon and concentrated hard, knowing this might give him an edge as he stepped back, releasing the staff. Blueblood took advantage of this by sending a gust of freezing wind at Dusk as an ice shard flew through the air.

Without warning, lightning shot from the sky between them as the rapid thunder roars grew. Dusk stood there, in his hand a hammer, a mighty one, as he growled.

“Let's see what wins, Maggy, my hammer or your stick.” The French wizard raised his staff as if he was going to try and block the hammer of the gods. Then without warning, Dusk shinned around, adding memento as he chucked the hammer as hard as he could at Blueblood.

“J'invoque le bouclier des âmes!” The thunderous roar echoed through the sky as Dusk watched the hammer. As a shield appeared, the glowing light, he called forth as Dusk watched the hammer connect. It connected with the shield, as it seemed to give him enough time to get out of the way as the hammer eventually broke past the barrier.

Blazing Flame saw the hammer come straight at him and, with luck, ducked as it shot over his head like a cyclone hitting the house and going through it like paper.

He didn’t have time to react as Rarity jumped at him. He found himself pinned down. Her sharp fangs were shooting from her gums as she was about to rip out his throat.

“No offense miss, but I’m married,” Blazing Flame grunted as he kicked her; she flew into the air, and Blazing Flame could feel an overarching cold bellow deep into him while he pulled up to his feet. Rarity landed on the ground, the anger in her eyes as she stood up,

“And I’m hungry.” As she shot at him fast as lightning, Blazing Flame found himself positioning himself with both hands holding together as he swung them. Rarity shot back as she landed next to Dusk, who raised his hand, summoning the hammer; it discharged into his hand as he looked at her,

“Why did you betray us? You were family and for this asshole!” He called out, finding himself swinging the hammer; Rarity dodged back as she called out,

“He is going to save me! You brought me to Texas; it’s like living in hell; I need colder weather! I can't take this!” She screamed, looking like she was sweating as she and Blueblood went at Dusk, yet Blazing Flame came in for the interference as he tackled Blueblood throwing a few punches.

“You could have talked to me, and we could have done something,” Dusk said as he felt her claws digging into his shoulder. He grunted in pain, but Dusk pushed her back as he tried striking the hammer.

“You wouldn’t have listened. You were too busy with everything else; how could I have made you unhappy? Your, the master of the bordello!” She called out as she grabbed Dusk, slamming him down as he watched her.

“I would have listened If I had just known.” He moved in as he summoned the hammer, sending a blast of lightning down on him; as he screamed in pain, electricity ran through him as Rarity got hit with it, falling right over.

“Fuck ok, another lesson; lightning hurts like a bitch.” Finding himself barely standing for a minute as he looked towards the Wendigo.

“None of this had to happen, Wendy, and I know that… we could still work together; you’re not this kind of person.” Dusk turned to see Blazing Flame taking deep heavy breaths. He raised a hand to her when Blueblood was thrown at Rarity without warning, knocking them both over.

“The Damn French, always sticking things where we least expect it.”

“Damn, straight, brother.” Dusk laughed, though he felt tired as he tossed him the hammer, “Mind trying to do a few swings? I’m getting worn out.” While Blazing Flame nodded, Dusk found himself stumbling as he took a moment to breathe. Dusk couldn’t help but think, Where are they? They should be here soon.

Dusk found Blueblood coming right back towards him while dealing with the wizard again,

“I don’t know how you got a hold of that hammer, but when I kill you, I’ll make sure it goes to good work!” Blueblood growled while he started to turn his body into ice, as he reached down, grabbing Dusk by the neck and holding onto him as he was ready to choke the life out of him. He groaned while hearing Odin again; the Seventh I can make any man believe in my dreams no matter how much of a lie they might be.

“What did you do to Rarity?” Dusk gasped out, reaching up to grab Blueblood by the neck hoping maybe he could try and choke him out in return. Blueblood, though was too strong, the sneer on his face as he growled.

“I just showed her the truth about how you abandoned her. Sure, I had to use magic to make her see the light!” He growled when Dusk fell back, and his eyes closed as though he went unconscious; Blueblood stood up and adjusted the tie while Blueblood looked over, seeing Rarity fighting off the dark-skinned fellow; he didn’t care what they did. He was sure Dusk was dead, and if he wasn’t, he might use a spell to turn his head into a watermelon and hit it with his staff till it was nothing but a pile of goo. He had won.

“Rarity, take care of him. I’ve taken care of The old Guardian.” He turned, walking over to the table, the contract remaining there, while he reached around, grabbing the paper.

“Blueblood… My darling, is it true… Did you use magic on me?” Blueblood cursed himself as he realized he had forgotten about the Wendigo’s powerful hearing.

“Not much, just enough that you know the truth and see it in your heart.” He turned, looking at her, the calm smile as he caressed her cheek, the cocky smile on his face. He watched her come closer as he caressed her face.

“Please, my dear, relax, and soon, with this, I can take my rightful place and cure you from the very curse that plagued you, and we can stand side by side.” He chuckled, working his charm on her when she moved in.

“But you promised me, all those years ago, you’d never use magic; you vowed to me,” Rarity said, the look on her face just crushed while he shook his head,

“Forget about it. But as I said, I can restore you to your human form with this magic. Imagine being free from such a curse.” Blueblood snapped his finger as he pointed to the ground.

“Stand there, and I can begin the ritual.” He smirked when without warning, Mjölnir was shot at him, though he barely missed the feeling of wind passing him as he looked over seeing Blazing Flame standing there looking worn out,

“Still alive, tough guy, I see.” He chuckled while he waved his wand, sending it right back at Blazing Flame, flinging him against the tree as he coughed up. Blood escaped his mouth as he groaned.

“Go to hell,” Blazing Flame muttered while he tried to get back up but found he didn’t have the strength to do so. The runes on his hands slowly vanished. He knew his abilities were used up as he sat back.

The ground started to turn slowly, forming a pentagram. Blueblood stood in the center with a smile as his eyes glowed bright silver like the moon above them. While he looked to Rarity, who joined him, stepping into the circle.

Fire wrapped around the circle, trapping her as she looked at Blueblood.

“Blueblood, why the fire? You know what it could….” Her voice trailed off while the sorcerer smiled more showing off those white teeth,

“Relax and don’t worry about it, my darling; just let me cast the spell to bind me to the bordello, and I will release you.” He moved in, caressing her cheek, as he laughed and started to call forth the dark forces around him.

“Oh great spirits of fire, spirits of lust, and spirits of the moon, now is the time, come forth and bless me, make me the new owner, he who has surrendered ownership Is gone. By your power, allow me to take over; with this contract, I declare myself the new Guardian of the bordello!” The fires around them were turning into a tornado. He laughed while he reached over to watch her. A chuckle while he knew he had no use for her now. As he raised his staff and smacked her with it tossing her into the flames, he called out,

“I promised to cure you, and I will purify your soul with fire!” he called forth as he watched her go through the flames screaming as the fires consumed her. He smirked as the fires dimmed away, and she sat there, weakened, looking like she was melting away.

“Blueblood…. Why?” she muttered, watching the hurt in her eyes, the man she had once loved, who promised to save her from this fate. She wanted to cry and tried to kill him. But most of all wanted to die. She gave everything up, including her home, which had stabbed her in the back.

“I promised to save you, which is the only way; once one becomes a wendigo, there is no return. I’m sorry, my dear, I wanted to save you but… That's the only way, and a deal is a deal.” He leaned down, kissing her, feeling the water melt from her as the ice beast would slowly melt away. Blueblood chuckled as he began unrolling the contract. His eyes widened as he saw it.

BLUEBLOOD CAN SUCK A DICK!

Sincerely Gabby and Dusk Shine.

“What… this can not be!” Blueblood called out; the contract suddenly transformed into a five-hundred-pound weight. Blueblood suddenly found the weight overwhelming, dropping it right on his foot. He bounced up as he grabbed his legs.

“Fuck! I swear, Dusk, if you're not dead, you will be.” The rage as he screamed, turning to Rarity, grabbing her top as he looked to the melting Wendigo. He turned around, realizing that Dusk’s body had vanished and the same for Blazing Flames, no longer pinned to the tree.

“What happened to them? Did you tell them about our plan!?” He looked pissed as he shook her. Rarity looked at him, coughing hard as she was trying to heal herself, but muttered,

“Go fuck yourself, Babe.” She found herself falling as she took in deep breaths. She was trying not to extend too much energy.

Blueblood growled his hand, pulling back, ready to strike her, when she heard something howling off in the distance as he thought for a second.

“Weres… No, impossible there wasn’t any in the bordello, and non reside in Texas, last I checked.” He researched the location and knew that non of them were folks were here, some in California, some in the rocky mountains but in Texas, no, they were driven to extinction here.

Though that's when he saw it, coming into sight, two large were’s came right at him, one a bear and another one a cougar. They looked pissed off as they bounced toward him. Their claws grow sharp.

Blueblood dodged as he growled, knowing he fucked up as he summoned his staff. He swirled around, calling various lightning blots down, hoping he would be quick enough to strike them.

“Shit should have brought silver, and I guess I’ll summon some; damn were’s.” He grumbled as he started reciting a summoning spell, focusing on something sharp with some added oomph. The weres managed to dodge the lightning, and he started throwing powerful gusts of wind as he felt his spell bringing him a silver knife. It was a foot long, but it would do.

“Cela Fera.” He muttered as he held the dagger in one hand while the staff in his hand looked around, hoping there wouldn’t be any other surprises, awhile he heard one of the weres screaming out.

“This one for Dusk!” The cougar caught up as she slashed at his arm, a deep cut but nothing more than a healing spell would have to do as he started swinging the dagger; he just needed to get an excellent strike to knock out their transformation.

“This one's cause your French!”

With an ample bosom even in her transformed state, the bear woman had gotten on top of him, ready to maul him as he called out.

“ Involquez les bêtes loups!” There without warning, wolves pulled themselves from the depths of the earth, growling as they pounced onto the werebear, he groaned feeling blood pouring from his gut,

“I’ve got to get out of here. Otherwise, I won’t have time to heal.” He was ready to take a chance to regroup and take the house. When he heard a roar, his eyes widened as he growled.

“Momma dragon is here.” He began to run. The dagger in his hand as he imagined if he had to deal with such a beast, he would be in trouble. Putting his staff between his legs, he kicked into the air, beginning to fly off. He growled, feeling the magic slipping away. He hadn’t expected the stupid Americans to put in such a fight against him. Otherwise, he would have brought something else. He was overconfident, as he figured that Dusk would’ve come alone, but instead, he brought the black man; he had Rarity to help.

Yet now that he had taken care of her, he was alone. He was such a pain in the rear as he pushed on. Blueblood might have to draw from the stone from how he was bleeding. If he had a chance, he’d speak to the coven, get some resources, and return with more power.

Then, without warning, he saw it coming and a shot of webs shooting at him. He barely missed watching the webs falling.

“What in the word, No time I’ve got to get out of here!” he tried pushing his staff to the limit when he heard a voice,

“Hmm, so this is the wicked wizard of Oz stealing a ruby baby instead of his city of Emeralds, well not for long; remember to have that umbrella, 'cause the jabberwocky is coming.” He looked, seeing a feline sitting on the back of his staff. She gave him a smirk when he realized she was the Cheshire cat.

“Rainbow Dash get off my staff now!” he called out, but Rainbow Dash smirked, licking his lips.

“You know me, darling, Kitties like myself don’t like to be told what to do. But I have taken a liking to this stick of yours. I may not be a dog, but I’ll take it.” Without warning, she vanished, and so did his staff.

“Merde! Blueblood called out as he found him beginning to fall. He moved his hands, pulling out a levitation spell as he huffed, feeling the magic leaving his body. He landed down. On the ground watching as he was surrounded, he took a moment to focus. Drawing off the magic from the land itself. Not the safest thing, nature magic is one of the wilder types around, and without his staff, a lot could go wrong.

The ground seemed to come to life as he focused everything on this and felt his reserves returning to him. But vines were growing from his head, as he was speaking in an ancient language, one of magic, as he watched the various monsters walking around them, the eyes they had on him was one to kill; he recognized some of them from the bordello from when he was its master.

“Step back, you know me; I was the master of the house; you know the rules. You can not harm me.” He gave some of them a smile, hoping to charm them, his hands shimmering as he was ready to throw a spell to try and turn them against each other.

Then without warning, One fell in front of him. The Dragoness, He knew so well, the one whose baby he stole from Ember, fire in her mouth as she growled. She wasn’t alone; landing next to her was a kitsune fox and a minotaur woman, each looking at him angrily, The minotaur woman cracking her knuckles. It was the Dragoness who spoke up.

“I don’t give a damn who you are, you are not our master, and you never will be.” Blueblood was about to throw a spell when he felt a pair of hands grabbing him. He turned and saw a woman, one with Wings who looked like a warrior, he stopped for a second, thinking it might have been an angel, but he knew that she was a Valkyrie; she prevented him from forming his shield. She began breathing fire onto Blueblood.

The fire consumes him, yet she was the only one not screaming. Blueblood is screaming. The screaming that was unimaginable, the kind of pain he was going through. His flesh is burning away at this. Gilda the Valkyrie let go of him, completely brushing off the fire as he landed on the ground. The Kitsune started to add to the fire, which was unbearable, but when the fire was let out. The minotaur had come over, stepping on his head with her hooves repeating the process.

The rest of the monster girls cheered, imagining that Blueblood was dead, while they looked over towards Ember, who looked around wondering where her baby was.

“Dusk! Spine! Where are you!” She called out, the anger on her face turning to worry while Applejack moved to grab her shoulder,

“It’s fine. They should be somewhere around here.”

There was a moment of silence when Dusk called out,

“We’re over here!” There The girls saw Dusk and Blazing Flame holding each other up worst for wear as they carried a baby basket with a screaming child. They would calm her down in a minute as The two men stumbled over,

“Did we get him?” Dusk asked the hammer by his side for a second before dropping it. Gabby coming out of nowhere, picked it up, holding it over her shoulder. A funny sight, Dusk wished he could have taken a picture, but he was so worn out he didn’t bother suggesting it. Ember smiled and nodded,

“It looks like it. He’s finally dead.” There was a smile on her face while Dusk nodded,

“I think we should get home, maybe a couple of beers for everyone, and we just rest….” The two were close to walking when they saw Rarity lying there. Dusk walked over. She was still there, barely breathing but looking at him.

“Ember, come over; we need to help her.”

“Why? She betrayed us?” The Dragon asked Ember, giving him a nasty look towards the Wendigo.

“She didn’t, not really; if anything, we betrayed her… She was under his spell in some ways.” Dusk muttered while looking at the Wendigo looking at him. He saw parts of her melting off as she shook her head,

“No… Just let me die.” Rarity spoke her shallow breath while Dusk looked at her more confused.

“Why? Rarity, we can help you. I'm sure we can get you somewhere safe, somewhere you can heal, right Celestia?” He looked over to the werecougar, who nodded,

“I mean, with enough cold, you’ll regenerate; just take you up to Alaska. It wouldn’t be too hard; keep you in the freezer at the club till then.” She wasn’t going to fight Dusk. Heck, Protocol would have demanded they banished Rarity for this stunt, but she couldn’t help but think some rules could be bent once in a while.

“I don’t deserve it. I hurt you, and I’m selfish… Blueblood might have used some magic on me, but I felt this way. I’m angry, and I’m bitter… I just… I want to be free.” She spoke calmly, taking shallow breaths as she tried to hold on for as long as possible. She might have wanted to die, but a part of her wanted to take her time.

“I want to see my family, be with them, see my sister.” Her eyes fogged up, nostalgia taking control, remembering the family she once had.

“But Rarity, we’re your family also. I mean, we’re here for you.” He reached over, feeling her cheek, and found it warm, unlike the first time the two ever touched where it was ice cold.

“Please, I’m afraid I’ll betray you guys… Ember, finish the job I beg of you. Let me… Let me free.” There were tears in her eyes as she lay there. Ember looked at Dusk for a moment, sympathy in her eyes.

“Dusk, I think we should accept her wish. Let her suffering end.”

Dusk watched for a minute and nodded, “Alright… Goodbye, Rarity.” He spoke, looking to the Wendigo, who nodded and soon gave her a light smile.

“Goodbye, Dusk Shine, It was an honor working under you.” With it, Dusk turned around as he felt Ember's fire, the pure heat of it. As he looked to the others, trying his hardest not to cry.

“Let’s just go home, guys… I think we deserve a rest.” The rest of the girls were about to leave, Dusk holding the baby basket, when Blazing Flame called out,

“Dusk, get out of the way!” Dusk barely had time to react as he saw a large Ice-sickle coming at him. He could move in time, as he realized it was going to kill him. Seeing Blueblood stand there, a burnt corpse at this point huffing away, As he thought he was turning to dust, a smile on his face as if he was saying,

“If I’m going to die, I’ll take you with me.”

Blazing Flame somehow, with pure luck, ran between Dusk and the ice-sickle, as it hit him right in the stomach; a shocked look on his face as he collapsed down on the ground, Hardly breathing as he lay there.

Dusk ran over, putting Spine next to them as he grabbed his shoulder,

“Blazing Flame, why did you do that? What were you thinking?” The shock looked on his face as he saw the ice going all the way through him.

“Part of the deal, Odin promised, that he’d give me enhanced strength and durability, but in exchange, I had to go to Valhalla instead of heaven.” He choked up blood. Coughing hard, he looked to Gilda, “He told me you were to take me there… Will it be nice… Will it be good there?” He asked, slowly feeling his body going cold.

“It’ll be grand, a home for the warriors who died fighting in battle. Who will lead in the fight at the very end? Fighting for humanity.”

Blazing Flame nodded while looking at Dusk, “Once a soldier, always a soldier…Tell Stellar Flare I don’t regret this; maybe we’ll see each other again; I promise her that; tell her to live her life even if I’m not around.” He coughed more while his head rested down, and he passed from this world.
Gilda looked over, giving a light nod, as she grabbed Blazing Flame's body. Her wings expanded and soon would carry him off into the sky to the land of Valhalla.

Author's Note

Well this is it the battle for the bordello and soon the epilogue hope you guy's took the time to read this and had a good time,