Venator : Devil's Moon

XXXVIII Dance of the Demons

"Sebastian, stop! You must stop. You can't do this to yourself. Please, stop!" Apart from the clashes of swords, splashes of water and an unearthly hum that surrounded Sebastian like an impenetrable veil, all that could be heard were Pamela's fruitless yells. Her agony, her tears and her screams had no effect on Sebastian. Being knowledgeable, Pamela knew pretty well that the being that stood before her in Sebastian's form, using his arms, his legs, his body and  his very soul was not Sebastian himself. The Dance of the Dead Kings spell was finally approaching its completion. As every second passed, the threat of Sebastian being devoured by the darkest of the dark increased severalfolds. If he didn't stop now, it would be too late.

"Pamela." Sebastian whispered. The shade of nasty darkness in his eyes dimmed momentarily. His entire body shuddered and his breaths were too shallow.

"I'm...I'm sorry." A tear left his eye and trickled down his sweaty cheek, dripping down and becoming one with the water beneath. Never had Pamela expected to see Sebastian this broken.

Sebastian had been her very first friend. She remembered their five year old selves fighting and quarreling over silly things. How many times had they fought or worked as a team, the number would rival that of stars shining in the dark sky tonight, witnessing their demise. He'd been her first and last boyfriend as well as her first kiss . And also her first and last love; in the world of hunters love never lasted long. But she never cursed the stars. She never cursed the gods for her loss. All she asked was for Sebastian to become happy. Perhaps in the world of hunters, no one could get happiness. Perhaps death was  happiness.

"Noo!" She screamed. Her vision was already blurred and her throat had started to ache. But the ache her heart felt was unlike any she'd ever felt. The drying of throat, stinging in heart, welling at eyes and stopping of lungs. Was this how it felt when someone close to you is dying?

"No." She cried one more time. This couldn't happen. Her Sebastian wouldn't accept death. Her Sebastian wouldn't die. Her Sebastian would never leave her alone.

Like a deranged mentally challenged patient, she held her head in both her hands, nodding furiously while banging it repeatedly against a rock she'd been leaning on. 

"It will do no good. He's passing to the other side." The man in the trench coat appeared beside her, giving her his hand.    

"Kasstiel, you can do something, right? Can't you? Please, I beg you." Pamela said. She had never looked this miserable. Not even when her fiance had  left her at the altar.

"To say I cannot would certainly be a lie. But bound by His will I am. I  will do no such thing to disrespect Him. Sebastian's part in this tale is done. You better let go of his memories." Kasstiel said. No emotion stirred in his eyes. They were as calm as sea. While something ignited in Pamela's stormy eyes on realizing Kasstiel, if he wished, could certainly avert the apocalyptic situation. He was an angel after all, or so he'd claimed while bringing her here.

Her plea vaded away when another threatening emerged in the Ruins of Behemut. Sebastian's Dance of Dead Kings art was not being taken lightly by Delroy. He was being cautious and careful. For he had summoned an equally dreadful curse, one even Pamela had no clue of.

"Pamela, it would be a folly if you insisted on staying here. The battle has exceeded the limitations of humans long ago. This war is even beyond that of demons. With summoning Thanos' art, Sebastian is fading from existence. But now his form is unstoppable. And so would be Delroy's if he succeeded in calling on all of his demonic prowess." Kasstiel said.

Delroy's stature grew taller and wider. His eyes were now a darker shade of red and several shadows materialized around him. Shadows summoned from the underworld, his fellow dark friends. Delroy's strength suddenly seemed to rival that of Sebastian's. Their swords soon started clashing against each other with limitless sinistry, playing a melancholic melody.