Asyari One-Shots

Demons (SF)

Song: Demons
By: Imagine Dragons

When the days are cold,
And the cards all fold,

  He stood up, looking at the overview of the pirate ship that his dad was Captian of.

  The Weaver family has been a perfect family of four for the longest time... Until...

  The twelve year old woke up to a gunshot, both him and his seventeen year old brother abruptly shot up out of their beds in fear.

  Zander Weaver slowly approached the door, keeping his younger brother, Asylum, safely behind him.

  His breathing hitched as his eyes widened, looking at the horror fest before his eyes.

"S-See... It's nothing..." Zander lied to his brother nervously.

  Laying over the railing of the ship was their mothers limp body, causing anger to shoot through every vein Asylum possessed.

And the saints we see are all made of gold,

"Sari! C'mon!" The nineteen year old, Asylum Weaver, shouted while shoving his Orc companion into an alleyway before hiding as well.

  He snickered softly to himself while looking at the golden hourglass placed in his hand.

  Sari rolled her eyes, stepping out of the alley as Asylum grabbed her elbow.

"What are you doing?! You're gonna blow our cover!" He whisper-yelled as she sighed.

"Your cover... I'm not a Weaver, unlike yourself... I'm gonna go get some health potions before going in the house..." She said, fighting his grip easily.

  Asylum groaned as she walked away, still keeping himself hidden as he heard someone.

  When your dreams all fail,
And the ones we hail are the worst of all,

"Did you say something about knowing a Weaver?" A familiar voice whispered, causing Asylum's senses to strengthen as he crawled up the side of one of the buildings, sitting on the roof and peering over at who was talking to Sari.

"I'm sorry?" Sari answered the man, playing dumb.

"Listen, Orc, I need to know where the Weaver is..." The Redguard growled, causing Asylum to do the same.

"Weaver? I have no clue what you're talking about..." She said, putting her hands up in front of her as the man placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, casing Asylum to snarl.

  And the bloods run stale,

  Asylum silently pulled out his sword, watching chaos unfold before him.

"Orc! Where is the Weaver?!" He yelled, about to hit Sari with his sword.

  She had pulled herself into a protective position while still standing and looking terrified.

  But the hit never came.

  Instead she heard the sound of two swords clashing.