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She pursed her lips. “Oh, very well. I guess they can come down now.” She sharply turned away, leaving with the witches who’d kept their faces hidden behind veils. “Tell that fox, the next time he tries to deny me something. I’ll remove his tail and wear it as a scarf.”
The door closed on her back.
CASTIAN
Finding the place with the little drop of magic register would have been hard for others but not Castian. He stood before the building looking over the old hospital. He stood in the shadow of the tall trees that circled the facility. Spotting the guards walking back and forth with human weapons in front of it he frowned, “Humans, this will make things a bit difficult," he said to himself.
He tightened his fist around the single drop of magic until it shattered, opening his hand he let it drop like dust from it. “But not for me.”
“Ashiya,” he called.
A familiar chill rushed up his back, as long arms wrapped around his shoulders. “You called Master.”
“I wish to combine.”
The demon pressed his cheek against his and chuckled,“Ooh, is that so.”
He turned, so that he looked into the demon’s eyes. “I wish to break every single person here. I want them to know true terror before I am done with them.”
The demon’s smile stretched, as he pulled back from Castian.“Now, that’s something I am willing to do, Master.”
A rushing sound of wind filled Castian ears, as the Demon flew inside him.
He’d made promises and he had every intention of keeping them.
He curled forward as pain filled his back. With a roar metal-like wings exploded from it and once more his hair turned brown and eyes black. The scent of fear and night filled his head.
“Now it's time to enjoy the night.”
* * *
The power of a body inhabited by a demon wasn’t something that could be comprehended by the average human.
Castian had always fought melding with Ashiya, when the demon had been tied to his soul. Afraid that one day he’d awaken only to have his body completely under the demon’s control, but now he held no fear. He boldly ignored the bright flashes from the bullets that hit him.
The pain wasn’t registering as he grabbed one of the guard’s guns and tightened his hold of it till the muzzle was crushed. Releasing it, he punched the man right through his stomach so hard his spine dent inwards. Jerking his hand back, he lifted the now broken corpse by the neck and tossed it away.
Every person who attempted to stop him was completely annihilated without thought. Each step was taking him towards her, his goddess. The woman who’d guided him from hell, and the woman he’d burn the world for.
His wings flapped hard as he whirled around, slapping away his attackers like flies. These ants dared to block his way. He knelt before taking off, avoiding firing from below.
The air whipped around him, as he floated a second before he dived. Swooping down, he grabbed up the guard who’d been standing on the roof. “Where is she?”
“I—Let go—agh.”
Castian coldly watched as his body fell, not feeling an ounce of sympathy. He watched the guard’s body spam upon the concrete below.
He searched the building, his ears twitched when he heard what sounded like a scream and he dived. The inky black shadow from the roof rushed up and swallowed him whole as he fell into them, deeper and deeper till pain shot through his chest bringing him to an immediate stop.
Light exploded around him; he landed. Standing in the center of what once was a tube, was Oye.
With eyes glowing the color of pure metal she stared ahead blankly. Not seeming to notice the blood carvings of swirls on her arms. The symbols glowing of bright ominous red color as strings of blood dripped down to her clenched fist that were stiffly held at her side.
He moved towards her. “Oye,” he called softly.
Nothing. She didn’t move but remained standing still.
He walked towards her ignoring the dead body of Nathan, on the ground his face was embedded with glass shards. “My beautiful darling, what have they done to you?” he asked as he drew nearer. As he reached towards her, he was surprised when she lowered her eyes to his.
