The Other King

Crow- Angel Possession

***Warning fruity smut- some descriptive parts***

Four months later.

I swing, hitting him square in the jaw. His lip bled a little but the cut closed almost immediately. He stumbles, but comes back with full speed. I was quick to dodge the fist with perfect form before punching upward into his gut, my arms retreating back in front of my face pointing toward the sky. My feet level out for balance. He tries to hit again and I catch it before jumping and kicking him with all my might causing us both to fall on the ground. 

Devanar kicked flatly aiming at my head but I dodge it by going under it. I smack his ass and he trips, laughing.

“It was right there, I couldn’t stop the urge.” I laugh. He gets up and wipes the dirt off his shirt. My shirt was off, I looked down to see my newly built body of pure muscle. These last four months were hell but Darry and Seevon were right. They built my vessel. Today was the final day of physical training. Tomorrow we test my body through life and death to see if I can survive wielding dark magic. If I do survive, the relic comes later that night. Though Autumn believes I decided to stay out of the event, if he found out I might die tomorrow he’d flip and never let me out of the house. He’s been too close lately for comfort but I’m not complaining. Sometimes I enjoy his company not that I will ever tell him that. 

I feel the woosh and my arm acts on its own in a split second catching the handle of a throwing knife, protecting my unmasked face from the blade. My mask isn’t on due to the barrier being beyond Deadman Forest into the End Zone. The claw is smooth against my palm. The plated steel shines from the sunlight. We had these weapons made months ago, ready in one months’ time when we go to the arena. I see the thrower along with the two girls. I sign good afternoon to Angelica and she grins cheekily. I know I don’t have to learn to sign it because she’s not deaf, only mute but I feel like it’s nice to sign back when that’s all she does. 

“I told you we can’t use these until the arena. If someone sees us and connects the dots-” I start to protest but Autumn holds up a hand and looks around.

“You see anyone? No. Plus we have to see if these blades really cut, you know? First one who bleeds, loses.” He smirks as if confident he’ll win. “I’ll say first.”

“We’ll see about that.” I flip the dagger in the air before catching it and starting my stance. He does the same. A fighting game of You or I states who attacks first, a game we haven’t played in forever.

“I.” He says so quickly I could barely process it but I heard it just fine and lunged. I stab the blade but he stabs his just as fast. Due to my dodge, I had to retreat my arm. Though I felt a sting but when I looked to see if I was cut my skin was clear. I fell back and rolled. I got up but he was already sliding on the ground causing me to jump. I kept my legs straight out so when I plant them on the ground again I’m standing. I spin around, grabbing his head with one hand free and the other with the knife before slamming it down on my knee. “Oo.” Devanar says, putting a fist to his cringed face. “That gotta hurt.”

I let him fall to the ground, covering his eyes. He looks at me and his face turns to rage. “No shifting.” 

“Ugh fine.” The others watch and Devanar takes a step forward but I put up a hand. I won’t need a healer.

He lunges at me and we roll in the grass as we shove and kick each other at the same time as we dodge and block knife and stab attacks. When I finally got him off of me, he kicked my face drawing blood but I felt the wound close. Autumn saw and squinted his eyes, slashing his arm but I caught it and cut it first. 

Tharama sees the cut on Autumn’s shoulder and the cut on Autumn’s eyebrow. “Crow won?”

“Don’t sound so surprised.” I joke and pull an arm around his neck, pulling him in. Tharama struggles and I just let out a laugh. Half way back we all take the masks from our hips to place on.