The Art Of Dancing With Demons (Blue Exorcist/Amaimon)

Ch 61

"They took the girl?"

The whimsical chirp of a bird danced through the air, contrasting with the two cloaked figures that had slipped into a fleeting conversation, their backs facing each other.

"All is going according to plan." One answered, body hidden as fingers twitched under the large robes. "You should see how comical they look, trying to get the liquid out of her body."

"Let them try." The other figure, much shorter and with a thinner echo to its voice, spoke. "It's time for the next phase."

"Yes, let's begin."

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"Mr. Pheles!" A nurse burst through the otherwise quiet hallway where Mephisto had stationed himself. Out of breath, the woman clung to the doorframe, attempting to relay the information.

"Something is happening with the girl. She's..."

Mephisto was already up and grasping the nurse's arms, aiding the recovery of her breath.

"Calm down, what do you mean?"

A ball of tension began growing inside his stomach as he waited for the nurse to speak.

"Something's gone wrong. Her heart rate is inhumanly fast, and all her other numbers are dropping."

Mephisto nodded, sitting the nurse in the chair he was previously in, and without a second to waste he dashed down the corridor. At the entrance to Emi's room, two doctors were awaiting his arrival, both talking fast over a notepad held between them.

"Sir!" One of them spoke, "We're still trying to stabilize her. There is no indicator of what is causing this."

"Are you running tests?"

"We are. The results are unmatching to her current state." The other doctor answered, frustration and confusion laced in her voice as she read through the notepad once more.

"Doctor!" Another nurse intercepted the conversation, as all eyes turned to her fearful gaze. "You need to see this."

Mephisto, in a desperate haze, followed the two doctors into the room, where his stomach clenched at the sight.

Emi was laid on the bed, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she coughed and spewed the black substance that had been attempted to be pumped out of her system. Her body was a mass of earthquakes, and the strange gas that had previously swirled around her now engulfed almost the entirety of the room.

Amaimon, completely forgotten inside Mephisto's pocket, stared at the scene in horror. Emi looked terrifying, almost at the brink of slipping away altogether, and all he could do was watch. Her chest was trembling as the dark liquid expelled from her mouth, bubbling inside it and trickling down her lips and neck.

Without thinking, Amaimon jumped out of Pheles' pocket, transforming out of his animal form as he lunged towards Emi.

However, just as his fingers were about to brush the hair-risen skin of Emi's arm, an enormous surge of energy exploded from within her, sending Amaimon flying into the closest wall.

Everyone in the room was paralyzed at the sight.

"Put her..." Amaimon heaved, clutching his side where he had impacted the wall. "...on her side. She's going to choke."

Two nurses, baffled at the events but quick to respond, complied and shifted the unconscious girl on her side, allowing the liquid to cascade down her cheek and into the bed.

"She was not like this a minute ago." A doctor cut in, cautiously getting closer in order to asses her state.

Mephisto was silent, watching as the gas swirled and imprinted itself on Amaimon's skin as well as his own. He gulped.

The doctor examined the girl's body, as well as the reaction to Amaimon's contact. There was no logical explanation for their current situation.

"Sir," The doctor spoke hesitantly,  confirming Mephisto's suspicion.

"I think your presence is causing the reaction."

Mephisto gritted his teeth, immediately cutting through the room towards Amaimon.

"We need to leave." He muttered, extending his hand for the bruised Amaimon to take.

"I told you not to show yourself." Mephisto sighed his anger out, pulling his brother to his feet and supporting him by the waist.

"I..." Amaimon coughed, a groan escaping his mouth as both demon kings began their way to the exit. "I'm sorry."

"Forget it, its already done." Amaimon and Mephisto stumbled their way through the doorframe, the tension between the two growing stronger by the second.

However, they both froze as a painfully familiar voice reached their ears. It was soft, weak as it fluttered toward them, but had the ability to render them completely still.

"...Amaimon?"

The green haired boy's eyes widened, breath hitching at the back of his throat. Slowly, as if she were a scared little bird that would fly away, Amaimon turned his body around.

There was Emi, her familiar gaze locked on his own.

"Emi..." he whispered, still in his place. His heart was ramming against this ribcage, and his lower lip trembled as he fought to speak, but could utter nothing but silence.

He saw Emi's eyes glazing over, and finally a single tear trickling down her cheek. "You came." She whispered.

Amaimon nodded, his breath shaky as his body fought to move toward her, but Mephisto's tight grip prevented him so.

"I did." He said, his voice uncharacteristicly soft as he spoke to the girl. "You're going to be okay."

The girl's face suddenly morphed, her eyebrows knitting down, eyes widening as a fearful expression took over her features.

"No, Amaimon, you need to run-" she stopped mid sentence.

In fact, everything stopped.

The quivering of her body, the erratic beeping of the machines monitoring her, the terrified look on her features. Everything came to an abrupt stop.

Mephisto's grip tightened against Amaimon, as his green gaze locked on Emi's figure.

Amaimon could hear himself breathe, as everyone didn't dare to move, all stuck to their places as they waited for Emi to react.

And suddenly, after what felt like an eternity, she did.

Her hand snapped towards the two demon kings, an enormous surge of energy expelling from her palm as it destroyed everything in its path, demolishing even the wall behind them.

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