Devils May Love

Chapter Thirty Five

"Eva....S-save....her" was her last spoken words before she trembles and fell on the ground. Her sisters and their counterparts gathered around her, as they sat down in relief. What caught their eyes was, the dimly lit streets of what once a thriving metropolis, is perished due to the aftereffect of a cataclysmic battle between the forces, which plunged the city into a state of melancholic chaos. It was an encounter of legends, where the line between good and evil blurred, and the stakes were nothing short of apocalyptic. Now, the once cheerful urban landscape stands as a stark reminder of the demons that once stalked these streets.

Buildings that once reached towards the heavens now lay in ruins, their once-grand facades reduced to haunting rubble. The remnants of shattered glass and twisted metal serve as chilling witnesses to the infernal entities that once occupied these streets. The air, once vibrant with life, is thick with an eerie stillness, mirroring the hearts of its broken inhabitants. The city's aura, once bustling with energy, now resonates with a mournful silence. Amongst the ruins, stories of individual heroism and collective resilience emerge, their narratives weaving a tapestry of devils and angels triumphs over an insidious malevolence. Fearful screams, have been replaced by somber whispers of pain and struggle, as the city's survivors slowly gather the fragments of their shattered lives.

The scars etched on the landscape serve as reminders of the horrific skirmishes that transpired. Streets are marked by craters, opened like festering wounds, while the towering skyscrapers, about which once dreams of prosperity revolved, now stand as skeletal remnants of a lost era. This obscured beauty reveals the true cost of battling demonic forces. As the city's residents emerge from the shelter of their homes, they bear witness to streets once teeming with life now haunted by desolation. The weight of their collective trauma is etched onto their weary faces, their expressions masked by a mix of grief and resolve. Yet, amidst the ruins, glimmers of hope cast a fragile light. Their persistence, a testament to the indomitable spirit of humanity, fuels the long road to the city's redemption.

The aftermath of the demon battle serves as a clarion call, reminding us that even amidst despair, the united spirits prevails. The shadowed city now stands as a testament to the resilience of its inhabitants, urging us all to cherish what they have, and fight valiantly for what they hold dear, for one day, perhaps, the city's radiance shall be restored, and its wounds healed.

To avoid any complications, the forces decided to flee the streets, carrying those who fought dearly for the greater good. They decided to take refuge at the apartment where Eva and Galvina spent their night together, waiting till the night as they leave like hunted shadows, when they were the heroes of the battle. Tiredly they entered the apartment, looking at each other's wearingly, as the trauma of the fight captured their souls. None spoke nor gestured, they only sat looking at each other, with questions and query about the whole matter. They placed the lovers next to each other, as the angel was about to wake up at any given moment, but the devil is diving deep into her slumber. They all noticed her mark has changed and pulsed, indicating the power that she now holds, waiting for the final release of her true form.

-Devers and Layla questionably looked at each other, as they shifted their attention back to them, wondering what Eva done to the devil of hers, and whether she will wake up or not. "L-love...you saw what happened right?" Layla questioned "or all of that was a nightmare of some sort, and we all just woke up together". Devers slightly nodded with a grin "I-I did yeah....never thought that Galvina is this powerful" She wondered "regardless of her power, I think all of this was temporary, until well....she learns how to use it again" Layla held her chin, while her eyes are fixated on Galvina. "Honey...may I ask?" Devers hummed in response "umm...what happened to her? I can read her mind, but...it feels like fragments or..." Devers interrupted "something missing.....right?"