Jubilee was fighting off panic. She couldn't feel her body and her thoughts were foggy. Everything was in slow motion and odd to her. She felt rather than saw Seraphim try to comfort her.

"It's all right. I pulled you out of reality with me. It isn't permanent." Seraphim told her. Jubilee tried to nod and found she couldn't make the simple gesture.

"I think I'd like to go back now." Jubilee said weakly.

"It should be safe. Sabretooth can reach me even in here but he hasn't proceeded to hurt me. He must be busy." Seraphim told her.

"Wolvy." Jubilee said knowingly. She felt Seraphim take hold of her again and reality split around her. Jubilee opened her eyes and closed them when everything blured together. She heard the familiar sounds of Wolverine and Sabretooth fighting near by. She opened her eyes and blinked to clear her vision. She caught an odd view of the grass reaching towards the stared sky. Seraphim leaned over in her line of vision, her crimson hair sweeping towards Jubilee. Jubilee found herself gazing into her eyes. They were pools of black with intricate paterns of crimson weaving around the iris. God, if she wasn't a mutant then what was she?

"Are you all right?" Seraphim asked in concern as she help her up. Jubilee nodded and found some satisfaction that she could make the movement. She easily found Wolverine, he was about twenty yards away deep in battle with Sabretooth. She frowned when she realized she couldn't help. If she fired she would easily hit Wolverine as she would hit Sabretooth. She couldn't call out to him to let him know she was safe because she would distract him. All she could do was wait. She turned to Seraphim who was looking on in alarm.

"Don't worry. He does this all the time, practically every night. He'll be fine." Jubilee assured her and patted her arm. "In the meantime lets see about that collar." Jubilee motioined for Seraphim to sit down. She did so and Jubilee moved Seraphim's hair out of the way. She nimbly reached down and began to undo the knot. After a moment her fingers hurt so she drew them away. She looked down to find drops of blood on her fingertips. Odd, her fingers were fine a moment ago. She examined the collar for anything jagged but didn't see anything peculiar. She ran the back of a finger across the collar and immediatly a trail of blood appeared. O.K. so it wasn't normal fabric after all. Jubilee once again reached down and started to untie the knot. She ignored the sharp pain in the tips of her fingers and the blood that seeped from her hands. The knot gave way easily enough and she let the collar fall to the ground.

The instant the collar left Seraphim's skin she faded from Jubilee's sight. Jubilee was hit with a disturbing feeling. It wasn't like the last time Seraphim had pulled her out of reality. It was different, more powerful. It felt like Seraphim passed right through her then wrapped herself around her. Jubilee felt disorentated and a rush of energy. Suddenly she realized she could no longer feel her body.

Jubilee dazed felt herself being pulled along with Seraphim. She was in a hurry and Jubilee could sense she was excited. The further they went the less Jubilee worried about it. Things were falling away from her with ease. Names, places, people, feelings, everything was fading away from her. Soon she could no longer remember her name or what she looked like. She looked over to Seraphim and couldn't remember who she was. Seraphim hurried along and Jubilee was drawn along. Seraphim abruptly stopped and Jubilee turned to her.

"What's wrong?" Jubilee asked confused.

"I can't go on. I don't know the way. I can fell it calling to me but I don't know the way." Seraphim cried. Jubilee frowned, feel what calling to her? She closed her eyes and focused on what the woman was talking about. She waited a long moment until she felt it.

"I know where it is." She told Seraphim. Jubilee grabbed a hold of her and took the lead. Jubilee followed the feeling and rose with it. She saw a light ahead and raced towards it.

Wolverine was thrown on his back and Sabretooth kicked him in his midsection. Wolverine clumbsily slashed at him and missed. Sabretooth backed away and Wolverine jumped up. He took a step foward and stopped short. He glanced down at the ground that was soft, his shoe was red. Wolverine pressed down on the ground again and more red seeped from the ground. Wolverine's experience and senses told him it was blood. All around the ground was saturated with it. There was no way both of them was bleeding that much. Sabretooth had noticed it also, he glared at Wolverine.

"What gives?" He asked making no move to go at Wolverine. Wolverine shook his head bewildered. A shaky truce was called without words in the confusion.

Their senses told them something else was there with them. It was the stench of death. They both turned towards it and saw a figure looming a few yards ahead. It was taller than Sabretooth and was covered in a tattered black cloak. It's face was hidden in fact the only part of its body that could be seen were it's wings. They were not like Seraphims'. They held no feathers and they looked flimsy. The bones were easily seen through the decaying skin that was stretched taunt over them. The skin was almost transparent and looked like weathered tissuepapper. It moved it's wings slightly and breathed a dry raspy sound.

The grass by the being withered, it grew brown then black. The grass collapsed under its own weight and crumpled to the ground as dust. The dying grass began to spread and the sound of crinkling filled the air as the grass rapidly decayed. The grass by Wolverine and Sabretooth began to wither and die. Woverine watched the healthy grass turn brown. He reached out a hand and it crumpled under his touch. The rest of the grass gave way with a whisper and the field was left barren. He stared at the being wary, even Sabretooth stood at bay.

The being took a step forward and Wovlerine was surprised at how graceful it was. It flowed across the field, cutting the air and leaving a trail of blood in its wake. It loomed before them and although its face was hidden they both felt that it was staring at them. Wolverine wondered if its presence did this the the field then what it would do to them. It breathed again and the sound pierced the scilence.

"I am an angel of death and I have come for what is righfully ours." Intoned the sexless disembodied voice.