A Crumbling Society

Part 1-10

"First things first", I said, "we need to get you healed. Your wounds are bad, I hadn't noticed until now how bad they were". Liza looked at me blankly, "what wounds? They healed up when I went into astral form, besides-. I cut her off, "Look, you're still bleeding, your astral form only did so much to keep you alive but they're very much open and I know you feel the pain", I dug into her. I just care a lot about her, and I still feel like she was in shock or something. There was still blood coming down her back and her pelvic area. "Fine", she agreed, and I walked over to her with pride, healing magic only works by the consent of the other person, or thing, as some creatures can make decisions. This is so that nature can still play its part with death, if someone doesn't want to be healed, and yes that is a thing, then we cannot heal them against their wishes. Death then comes and does its job and nature creates new life in place of that in which was lost. For mages, it's a law for us to abide by and if we don't then the figure heads of the council will get involved. I crouched down next to her and began to press my bare hand on her ribcage, she winced for a second from the contact, but I told her it won't hurt for long. A white light, almost silver in color, came from my palm and lit up her injury. My eyes were glowing white as well, it's a purity spell side effect, it's basically holy magic so your body is altered in a way.

"I don't get why you don't use white magic more!", she interrupted my thoughts, "I just think it suits you more instead of black magic".

I hesitated, with a disgruntled tone I spoke, "Liza", -

"I know, I know", she caught herself, "You swore on black magic you would use it and control it to get those who walk a dark path and are evil to use that power against them".

Nothing hateful towards her, "can we drop it then?", I asked, and she reluctantly dropped the conversation while trying to sit up in her chair properly. "Man, these claws hurt, did you see that she was able to duplicate herself while using Bloodlust's powers?", she asked me. "I did", I responded, I'm about a hundred percent sure it was because of the demon part she copied, there's a lot of power in demon blood.

"What was that giant black creature you made that attacked him?", she proceeded.

"It was a Ravac demon, one with not much of a mind but its instincts tell it to kill or eat. I brought it forth and gave it the notion to kill so that's what it did"

"So then how does it kill? I only saw it holding the demon and then your giant energy blast"

"The thing coils around its prey, stabbing it, in this case it held Bloodlust by the holes I put in him with energy shots, this allowed it to have access to already open wounds. In doing so, grabbing the holes in the body, it began digging its way up every bit of muscle and tissue eating everything. Apparently, they feel like somebody shoving a rod of fiberglass up the inside of your body to replace your bones, while your bones are still there, it also gripped him in place. Struggling was impossible so he felt every single bit".

"That's gross and disturbing", she commented shaking her head. I asked her if it was more disturbing knowing what demons do to humans, ripping them apart and eating their organs and other things or me doing it back to them. There was an understanding look, but she still remained disgusted.

"Carson, what about your healing? You look bruised and I can see dry blood on the back of your arm".

I didn't move from my position being crouched, "I'm fine", I said back to her, and the atmosphere told her to not ask again. I'm not trying to be rude but if there's a better chance for her to make it then I want to jump on it quickly. Just like her I had also forgotten how banged up my body had gotten. Too much pain to feel and too much pain to care about. She's a vital piece of this puzzle to fix the world and I have to keep her safe and in fighting condition is what mattered the most to me right now. "I know you don't want to talk about it but, can you tell me about magic? Where did it come from and why... I've just never heard the story, if you're willing of course", she came back. Giving her a look that was thoughtful and contentious my eyes met hers only to find a fat bottom lip. She was guilting me; I can't believe this; I hate talking about magic and she's using that lip to persuade me.