Good and Evil

Or Did They?...

3rd person
"There is still one person I want to find" Jack said, walking back to the rubble.
"Who?" Mark inquired.
"Isabelle. I can't just leave her here."
"Alright. You check over there and I'll check the other direction"
The two boys split up to different places, moving concrete and steel beams until Mark came over something promising.
"Jack! Over here, she's still alive!" 
Jack ran over and fell to his knees, cradling his wheezing sister.
"I love you, baby brother" Ivy managed to sputter out.
"Shhh. It's okay. You'll be okay." Jack reassured, looking over Ivy's injuries. There was part of a steel beam that had impaled her leg and her left arm lay limp on the ground.
"Tell me you'll take care of your self, Jakaboy." Ivy commanded. "Or I'll have to haunt you until you figure your life out"
"No you're not going anywhere" Jack almost shouted, with tears coming out of his eyes like a fountain. "Mark, you're a healer, do something"
"Don't you think I would've already if I could?" Mark replied sadly, his eyes brimming with tears also. "She is too far gone. My healing can't save her anymore."
"Mark," Ivy wheezed and coughed up some blood, "you had better take good care of him..." With that, Ivy brought her right hand up to Jack's face, feeling his warmth before she went completely cold. Then a second later her arm went limp an Jack was just left there sobbing over his dead sister's body with a smudge of her blood on his cheek.
"Here" Mark said, closing Ivy's darkened eyes. "Now she's sleeping."

After what seemed like ages of Jack bawling his eyes out and Mark trying his best to comfort him, the two finally brought Ivy back to the group. Walking up, carrying her, Jack consoled in Mark.
"I want her to have a proper burial. Without magic"
Mark just nodded and began to find a soft patch of dirt to start digging.

Meanwhile in the rubble, a certain person could be seen to magically come to life. It's aura significantly darker than it's defeated counterpart. It let out a loud cackle as it scoped the landscape around it, finally focusing on the small group o enemies, pathetically sobbing over an insignificant little death.
Eyeing up the weak green-headed one, the demon drew it's weapons and charged at the defeated group of measly humans. Drawing closer, the demon's dark purple trail sparkled with the demon's inhumane intentions.

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