A Demonic Dance

Chapter Sixty: You promised

K so Sam Ponk and Punz will not at all act like Sam Ponk or Punz, I just thought it would be cool to have the demons be other SMP characters

This book has taught me how much I dislike writing fight scenes. Why do I do this to myself. Why? Plot purposes that's why. Fucking plot purposes.

Also not really any trigger warnings just in general like fighting and stuff but nothing too detailed

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Dream didn't even hesitate to make his next move. As soon as he saw the demon holding George was slightly distracted he shot forward, propelling himself without a second thought as he crashed into the two.

As he had hoped in the confusion of the impact the demon had managed to let go of George and  the knife in the process. It also sent Dream and George rolling along the cliffside in a heap of arms and legs, the demon's wings wrapped protectively around the human to insure the brute of hitting the floor would not affect him too much.

"George get up." Dream called, pulling the human along with him as they stumbled off the floor. A quick glaze over the human showed he wasn't that hurt, just a bit dizzy and confused.

"I'm up." The brunette mumbled as the demon pulled him along, looking over his shoulder to see that Punz was already on his feet and the others were already on their way.

There was no way they'd be able to outrun them, not while they could easily fly to catch up. Usually Dream wouldn't have this problem  because even in outnumbered odds he'd still most likely be able to make it out on top.

But in those situations he had had nothing to protect but himself. Now however he had George. He had the human to protect and fighting three demons and keeping George safe was not something he could do all at once

"George. I'm going to have to fly you out of here." Dream exclaimed as they ran, already looking around for suitable places to hide the human.

"What!" The human exclaimed, looking up at the blonde confused.

With the demons already on them again however Dream had no time to explain before scooping the Brit into his arms and  shooting into the air, his wings beating furiously as they climbed in altitude.

It was always funny how small things look when you go high enough. Buildings that once towered over you become minuscule in compassion and things that were minuscule become nonexistent.

He'd always admire the views from above, being able to see from an angle that no one else would ever be able to witness. There was something special about it. Something special he would normally take more time to admire if it weren't for the three bastards behind him stuck up his arsehole.

"George, I need you to hold on tight. I'm going to try to lose them." Dream explained, not sure if the human could even hear him through the wind that billowed in their ears. "And when I put you down I'm going  to need you to run and hide away as fast as you can."

The only response he got from the human was the tightening of his grip on his hoodie and a shaky nod through squeezed eyes but it was an answer enough.

Why did they always have to end up in these situations? (A/N BECAUSE YOUR AUTHOR'S A BITCH HAAAHA... anyway).

They always had to end up with their life threatened one way or another, always had to end up in danger.

It was like the idiotic bastards in the sky were heaven bent on not letting them be together.

Well fucking damn the gods because they refused to go down that easy.