C'thelli's Demonic Orphanage (Completed and Editing)

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"Woohoo!" Feimo cheered as he whizzed through the forest. The air threw his hair in every direction as it whipped across his face. He was celebrating - they were celebrating. Father Dom's new get-up worked brilliantly, protecting his flesh from the sun during the day. It may have been big, and round, and made him clumsy. 

But once the priest had slipped and fallen onto his side and began to roll away from town, the demon took it upon himself to jump on top and use his feet to propel them forwards. Balance was key to a smooth movement. One step, two step, shuffle! It was like a ballroom dance, or that's how he imagined they went at least.

The only issue was that he was yet to figure out how to stop the impossibly large piece of armour before they fell off a cliff, or slammed into the ocean. Dom had warned him through heavy breaths that there was only so much land between them and certain doom. As they rolled along and zipped past the rustling trees, Feimo felt Dom's body lurch and bounce along the terrain.

With a rising sinking feeling in his stomach, he realised that they were travelling downhill at an increasing speed. If the wind had been a ferocious gale before, then now it was a violent whip across his face. Wiping the smile from his face, his confidence wavered as he struggled to maintain his rhythm before devolving into a full-on sprint just to save himself from being dragged across the ground like dough beneath a rolling pin.

At the bottom of the muddy slope, a clearing presented itself, along with a large body of water. Was that the ocean? It was hard to tell, from the air in his eyes, and the branches scratching at him as he passed, he couldn't get a good look at it. "Dom, how do we stop you?" The demon cried out through heavy pants.

"I don't have a clue? The arms are too stiff to grab anything!" He said in a panic.

"Then I hope you can swim." Feimo braced for impact just before the land curved up to meet the water.

"What?" The word came out in a shrill yelp, as they rolled from the land and into the air. For those brief seconds, Feimo wondered which occasion of flight was worse, his kidnapping at the hands of C'thelli, or this. Before he could decide, the wall of liquid hit him in the face. The cold touch shocked him to his very core. Definitely this, he'd take C'thelli any day compared to this. 

It engulfed him, wrapping around him and threatening to freeze him still. He was trapped, overwhelmed and sinking deeper. This was nothing like the lava pits of the Underworld. This place was a nightmare, a hostile locale that constantly sought to wipe out the life that inhabited it.

Tasting the water in his mouth, he was prepared to let the weightlessness take him, in the hopes that it would prevent him from panicking further. As if rewarding him for his submission, he felt himself being pulled up by his wrist. When his head broke the surface, his hair flopped over his eyes whilst he gasped for sweet succulent air. 

With one arm unresponsive, he slapped his mane from his face and squinted through his stinging eyes. He found himself being suspended by a thin blanket enwrapped around his wrist as he was lifted further from the water. His saviour looked down at him as they brought him over to land.

After a weak thanks, he cast his eyes over the area. It was a clearing within the forest, the small body of water trickled and whirled within the confines of the earthy pit within the centre of the green. It would have been beautiful, tranquil and loving had he not have been splayed across the ground like a half-drowned rat. Beside him, Father Dom wriggled back and forth, just as soggy as he. "Was that the ocean?" He shivered at the touch of his hefty clothes dripping down his body as his saviour shook her head.

"No, that was a pond." Vivian muttered with a level of annoyance. She had been sitting here, a wicker basket emitted the heavenly smell of C'thelli's cinnamon cooking not too far away. Oblivious to the wraith's aggravation, he asked if she was going to eat those deserts. Her response was to slide them over for the demon to devour. What could he say, almost dying was hungry work.