《The Reality Of Nightmare (BxB)》CHAPTER L: THE WAR - PART IV
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"Master Hadraniel," I look at my best friend, the one that has been there for me ever since I was a kid, and he throws me his purified sword. I'm about to ask him why when he speaks again. "You're going to need it more than I do."
I catch the purified sword in time and look at the blade for a moment. It's shining, and I can clearly see my reflection on it. I look just like me, but I feel different. The first one to attack is the demons and they attack with rage and fury. My mother sees me and is about to move forward when a demon stops in front of her. I yell out loud, raising my sword and run towards my mother, who has begun fighting the demon. My mother's hair is pulled back, strands of her hair going in front of her angelic face. I have never seen my mother fight before. She's wearing a metallic armor, from her body down to her feet. A large sword is in her hands, and I can clearly see something engraved across the blade but I can't quite read it.
The werewolves begin to transform themselves and they attack together. I see Maki, or Dantalion, battling the other demons with such ease, killing demon after demon as they grapple him. When my mother is finished with the demon, the blade sticking through the demon's body, she smiles at me before being engaged to another fight with a demon, this time, the demon is larger. I run faster, but someone lands in front of me. Of course, you guessed it right, it's another demon. Without further ado, I slide down and swing the sword, getting a right timing to slash his left leg and the demon howls in pain. The reason why the sword has been purified is for the demons not to get reborn after they were killed. I smile to myself before being knocked out by a gargoyle. I yelp, thrashing around to get the creature off of me, but I can't. I'm powerless and the sword has been knocked off of my hand. Then a demon hand goes through the gargoyle's body, blood splashing on my body and I make a face in disgust. The gargoyle has been lifted and thrown away and I see Slate giving me a hand as a smirk quirk on his lips. I roll my eyes and see a demon aiming his claws to pierce Slate's heart.
"Duck," I say and Slate quickly obliges.
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I roll down and grab the sword lying on the ground and immediately throw it on the demon's face. I may be a mortal, but I didn't lose my 20/20 vision and 100% aiming skill. As the demon opens his mouth, the sword inserts into it and the demon suddenly vanishes, turning into dust as he yells.
"You're quite a fighter," Slate says, his red eyes glinting in amusement and awe.
"I was trained that way," I only say before we get caught up in a fight again.
Rolling on the ground to the side as the demon claws the ground I was on, Slate throws me the sword and I catch it in time before sticking it in the demon's chest. The demon yells in pain before getting my arm and throws me so high I yell in fear. Hopefully, Dantalion is there to catch me. He winks at me before getting me onto my feet on the ground and I thank him. He flies towards the horde of demons and I begin to fight the others.
"One more wink and I'll consider him as an enemy," Slate groans as his hands curl around a demon's neck, throwing him on the ground before stabbing him in the chest.
"Now is not really the good time to be jealous, Slate." I tell him before swinging my swords as another two gargoyles fly around us. "Slate... a little help here."
"No, go ask Dantalion." He states stubbornly.
"Dantalion!" I yell out as the gargoyles start to attack me.
I keep swinging my swords at the gargoyles flying just a few centimeters away from me. The gargoyles' lips are tugged in a smile, as if mocking me. Dantalion is almost there when Slate begins to smash the gargoyle's head with each other.
"Looks like he got this," Dantalion says as a smirk tugs on his lips.
"Yeah, I fucking got this." Slate yells at him. Slate flips him off and grabs my arm and decides to drag me out into the woods. "You fucking go back over there, you stupid demon!" I hear Dantalion yell something and Slate flies towards him.
Rolling my eyes in irritation – because really, he has time to spew some nonsense stuff right in this moment, I take on several serpents; their eyes are green, burning just like the demons, and their fangs full of poison are on display. They are known for being treacherous, full of tricks, and when you least expect it, that's when they attack you. They circle me around, keeping their eyes on me. I keep my eyes on them, too. I may be a mortal now, but I got a fucking purified sword in my hand, and I know where their heart is located. I spent most of my time in my room, studying demons, the enemies, and their weaknesses. One, keep your eyes on them, never look away; two, keep your distance away from them; three, wait for them to get bored and attack you. It seems easy, the ways to kill them, but you always need to prepare. Like I said, they're known for being tricky.
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Scream fills my head and I suddenly look up, noticing my best friend landing down, rolling on the ground while blood is gushing out of his temple. My first mistake. The demon serpents, three of them, begin to coil around my body, their fans still on display and their long tongues taking a peak. Their grip on me becomes tight and I let go of my sword as I groan. I can't breathe, and it keeps getting tighter and tighter. I shut my eyes, concentrate, and pray for my life. But I discontinue praying. Because I have a faith in him, in my demon, in my Slate.
The demon serpents yell in pain, losing their grip around me and I fall on the ground, catching my breath as I look up and smile gratefully at my Slate for saving me. He kneels down on the ground and puts a hand on my cheek and I see something in his eyes; the desperation to save me, to keep me safe. And I feel sad for not being able to do anything other than to get hurt and have him save me again and again and again.
Slate lifts me up, my arms going around his neck and I lean my head down on his chest. I just love to feel him. I always feel safe when he's around me, and safer when he puts his arms around me. He places me on the ground and inspect my wounds that the demon serpents caused. He touches the wounds and I hiss in pain, but I dare not say anything. He knows what he's doing, and the way his brows furrow, I know he's concentrating. In a minute, my wounds are fully healed and the pain is not there anymore.
We both look into the fight happening in front of our very eyes. The werewolves, the demons, the angels; they are all caught up with one another. I feel like this isn't going to end. What I only do is stare hopelessly. I see my father getting in hand-to-hand combat with the Prince of Hell; whenever their fists meet, it creates a loud noise, like an explosion.
"Do you think this will stop?" I ask him hopelessly, staring into the battle. Many have already died, lying on the ground – a handful of demons, werewolves, and angels.
"I honestly don't know," he replies; there's no emotion in his voice.
I hug my knees and stare on the ground and Slate joins me, keeping me company. He sighs exasperatedly, and I can't blame him. This battle, this war, is pointless. There's nothing good in this. Yet the demons don't like good things, but somehow, right now, angels are causing havoc. As I study them, the fight, the demons are only using their brute strength while the angels use their powers, their powers backfiring on the structures.
"Enough!" I hear my father bellows and my head whips up, eyes adjusting.
The Prince of Hell and my father are using their power. I look at Slate and his eyes are wide. We barely have time before it creates a powerful blast. Slate's uses his powers to shield me and I shut my eyes. I hear him yell in pain, and slowly, I open my eyes only to see him suffering. His back is burning, like literally burning, and I panic.
"Don't," he groans as he stares hard at me, keeping me in place.
"But you –"
"And you can't do anything about it," he grits his teeth. His words hurt but it's true. Even though he's hurting, I can't do anything about it. For real. I know he didn't mean to hurt me, but somehow, it affected me. "Just stay there... you're the only one keeping me from being obliterated."
As soon as the blast ends, Slate immediately falls on the ground and I head to his side immediately. I lie him down, slump his back on the tree, and inspect. His eyes are barely open, and his breathing is shallow. Soon enough, there are angels carrying him and someone gets a hold of me. I yell, trying to escape and reach for Slate. But he barely has power to save us, not at this moment.
"He's coming with us," my father says as he looks at me straight in the eye. "And we'll talk."
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