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Callahan – Septmust 5
Immediately after the implosion of a star. . .
My soul is ripping out of my chest as I roar. My true devil taking over, bypassing Mavyn’s words of needing to stay in control.
?I see nothing, scent nothing, feel nothing buther, her, her. Dying, broken and bleeding, almost gone. She is almost gone and I am too far away to do anything.
?We should all be dead.
?This world should be gone.
?But I cannot think about those thoughts from others at her power because I can feel my fated almost dead.
?I’m too slow. I’m too far away. I won’t make it.
?Mavyn.
. . .
Thorne – Septmust 5
Immediately after the implosion of a star. . .
Someone roars but I can’t look away. Her body is lying there broken and bleeding from dozens of different wounds. She had fought againstKolasi – the Death Devil– a being where he is one with his true form, andshe was going to win.
?I couldn’t stop it this time. I don’t know how I was able to halt her blood before or why it hitting the ground correlated with her death blow to Percius, but I couldn’t help Varian’s brother this time.
?Not that I had to. He and those witches that had been beating us and the rebels past disappeared. Better for them. At least they’re alive now.
?But she isn’t about to be.
?I run to her – my body moving without my permission – and crash into the crater Percius had made where she fell to. She’s drenched in blood. Her uniform destroyed. Her face still but frozen in pain. Not even in death is she at peace.
?Save her.
?It’s a chant in my mind. I can’t think of anything else.
?Save her. Save her. Save her. Save her. Save her. Save her. Save her.
?I don’t know how.
?BLOOD! SHE NEEDS BLOOD!
?But she’s already dead.
?SHE IS NOT! NOT YET!
?I was closest to her when she fell, but Varian should be here. Him or Castiel, she’s already drank from the demigod. She’s already –
?Help her, Thorne.
?A chill digs frozen claws into my spine and drags. I’ve never heard Callahan’s devil speak before. It shouldn’t be possible for me to hear – to know – it’s his true devil who is speaking. Its dominance, the power in just its voice, I don’t have a choice.
?The skies open up right at that moment. A sheet of icy rain hitting me with a force I can’t feel. It washes the blood covering her face away as I take my hand and slip it under her head. She doesn’t stir. I don’t think she’s breathing.
?I have to try, though.
