"Let's Get This Over WIth"

"Let's get this over with," Grief said quietly, her wings folded and her face set. Wrath, who was already at the door, nodded. He was under control but more than ready for action. Hatred and Love stood side by side, calmly awaiting what was to come. The final battle was upon them.

"Go," Hatred said simply.

Wrath kicked down the door with one blow, and was through it in a flash of red. Grief whipped through the doorway and disappeared into the shadows.  The Others had hardly had time to react when Hatred stepped over the broken door.

"So you have come at last," said the tall figure within. He resembled Hatred in many ways, but his face was contorted with malice. Around his neck hung a tarnished medallion, scarred and beaten as its owner. He destroyed and marred all that was shining and unbroken.

In the smoke around him three more entities stood. Once they had all been more than friends, but that was long ago. The rift changed many things.

With a roar and a howl, Rage and Despair were heard suddenly from the dark rafters above. Wrath and love intercepted them, while Hatred charged upon Hatred. The battle was joined once more, and only the dawn will find the victors.