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Soraya, Jonathan and Rhys fell through the cold still air, all of them hurling towards the the dead grass and foliage far below. The ground was quickly arriving to greet them, and it wouldn't be long before they splattered onto it.
"Rhys!" Soraya cried, reaching out her hand for him to take. "Use your Angelic Spell to fuse with us! We need wings to fly!"
The Shadelkin grasped the Demon's palm, fear prevalent in his crimson gaze. "So-la-eh-v-ah-ut-tw-z-ah!" he roared, his fingers digging into the Demon's wrist.
The three of them merged souls, forming a creature with raven colored wings, royal blue skin, and cat-like ears. They flapped their new appendages and momentarily slowed their descent. The Hybrid soon regained stability in the air, but their inner emotions were filled with discord.
Rhys' jealousy of Jonathan frothed and bubbled within the Hybrid's stomach like a boiling stew. Soraya noticed and immediately worked on soothing her boyfriend to calm their insides.
"I love you Rhys," she said aloud. "Jon's my family, of course I love him too, but not in a romantic way."
"Rhys," Jonathan spoke next. "Soraya is like my kid, I want to protect her. Don't misconstrue our relationship."
"Then why are you always fusing together?" Rhys' inner thoughts snapped at them both.
Anger and jealousy rose within the three merged souls. Soraya found it suffocating while Jonathan clicked their tongue in annoyance.
"You already know the answer to that," Marlot sighed. "We're Demons, that's what we do. We're more powerful together and our Magic lasts longer as a fusion. It's for survival."
Rhys understood his logic and tried quelling his resentment, but the feeling lingered like bruises beneath their skin.
"I get why you're upset," Jonathan reasoned. "But your envy is unfounded-"
Rhys' filled their mind with colorful moving pictures, a past conversation he had with Jacquelle about Soraya.
"What if she outgrows me?" Rhys murmured to the blond. "She's extremely powerful, way more than I'll ever be. What if she sees me as a liability and leaves me because I can't use Demonic spells?"
Their fused form shook, threatening to break apart.
"I won't leave you!" Soraya insisted. "That's not going to happen! Please trust me!"
"Jonathan understands you better than I ever could," Rhys admitted aloud.
Visions of Mülock grinning with two rows of glistening fangs entered the fusion's brain. Their body shivered, both at the memory of Rhys' nightmare and from the conflicting feelings threatening to tear them apart.
"So Mülock entered your dreams too," Soraya thought. "He's a liar, Rhys. Don't believe him."
"You must put aside your jealousy, just for right now anyway," Jonathan said, his voice soft and full of concern. "This is precisely why Demons completely take over the bodies of others. As long as we're all in control of this form and not in agreement, we'll unfuse like you and the others did just a few seconds ago."
