"Allie, are you alright? Come on, wake up." Asmodeus gripped my lifeless body, he shook it slightly and my head rolled back, only half attached to my body.
"It will take time my Lord." Ossovae spoke barely above a whisper "These are grave injuries, it could be months before her body regenerates to a point at which life is sustainable."
Asmodeus laid my body back down and bit into his fist, his eyes were filled with horror.
"I should never have agreed to this." His voice was dark and hollow. He looked away, not bearing to look at what little remained of my face.
Blood dripped thick and black from my face and neck, streaming from my eyes, ears and mouth into a glossy pool beneath me. My body started to sink, so slowly that the movement was unnoticeable, even to the sharp eyes of the demons above me.
Asmodeus stepped away from my corpse. He knelt down to pick up the diamond, now stained red with my blood. Filled with rage he gripped it in his palm, his body shuddering between human and snake as his muscles strained under his shimmering skin. With an anguished shout he crushed the apple sized diamond in his hand, sending chunks of the impervious rock scattering and clicking across the floor as easily as if he were snapping a twig.
"Leave." He spat at Ossovae, but she was already gone.
He turned back to me but his face was not his own, what ran towards me as I slipped the final few inches beneath the rock was not the man I knew, but something I wished I had never seen. It was a demon.
"ALLIE!"
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The rock lulled me gently as it recounted the events that took place in that room. In its eagerness to resurrect me it had returned my consciousness a little too early, and I could feel every healing action very acutely. It was rebuilding me from a cellular level, and most of my muscle was still without skin, my organs without their casings and my spinal cord without bone. It infused my blood with oxygen and hummed through me, soothing me with its voice as it worked tirelessly to heal me.
Where is he now? I asked, trying to focus on something other than the weird tugging sensation that had just started on my face.
A clear image of the room above us formed in my mind. It was like watching a TV, except the things in the images were all different shades of purple instead of their regular colour.
"How long has she been down there?" a familiar voice asked from the left side of the room. Leviathan leant against the table, trailing his hands over the open book that hadn't moved since the ritual had begun.
"Four days." Asmodeus replied from a chair that had been placed directly opposite the spot that I had disappeared into.
"And you can't reach her consciousness?"
"No, the rock is blocking me."
"That or she isn't conscious." Leviathan spoke harshly "You should have consulted me before removing the charm, the Harpsian diamond was much too powerful. Did you forget she is only a half blood or did you just not bother to check?" his words cut into Asmodeus like a whip. "You are lucky she has only died once before or she might not be able to regenerate fully from this. She could very well spend the rest of eternity as a live mangled corpse." He glared at the back of Asmodeus's head in disgust before slamming the book closed. The spine cracked under the force.
"You think I don't know that." He answered. He balled his hands into fists and stared into the black rock of the floor, desperately willing me out of it with his brick red eyes.
"I knew I should have taken her from you." Leviathan bristled.
"You. Can't. Have. Her." Asmodeus breathed with finality. He stood abruptly, causing his chair to fall backwards. Green flames licked and danced across the backs of his hands from inside his clenched fists and his body began to tremble again. The line between one part of him and the next only barely containing the beast inside of him.
Leviathan stepped up to his unspoken challenge, shoulders set resolutely as his face elongated to form the jet black muzzle of a hound, full to the brim with milk white razor edged teeth. He bounded forwards, lunging for Asmodeus's unprotected skull. Asmodeus dodged it with ease, turning in an instant to deliver a searing hit of muscle and flame. Leviathan swerved just as effortlessly before flexing his sleek body and bringing his jaws up to meet Asmodeus's throat. I could tell in an instant that Leviathan was going to land the blow. I shot my arms out reflexively to protect Asmodeus, scrunching my eyes shut. I didn't want to see any more.
A sharp yelp of pain pierced the air in the room above me, wrenching my eyes back open. A huge solid mass of black had appeared between the two demons. Leviathan was on the floor, clutching a hand to his bleeding mouth and Asmodeus had been knocked back about five feet. They both gawped at the mass, breathing heavily. Both had returned to their normal features.
I observed the situation in amazement, the realisation slowly dawning on me that what had exploded out of the floor was not caused by either of them. But by me.
The rock chirped and flowed around me, happy to have helped me fix the situation that was causing me stress. Which, in it's opinion would interfere with my healing process. I looked to my arms through the mind of the rock, they were still stuck out in front of me, preventing the inevitable attack from Leviathan. I lowered them slowly and the towering wave of rock mirrored me exactly, sinking back into the floor with soundless grace. Leaving no evidence that it had ever existed.
"A-Allie?" Asmodeus managed to choke out my name. "Allie was that you?" he hurriedly scrambled over to the place where I had disappeared and laid his hands over the surface of the rock. "Allie, please..." he pressed his forehead to the smooth cold stone. "Please tell me you are ok." I reached my hand out, the rock above me liquidated and caressed his cheek, smiling. He shuddered with relief and pressed himself into it's touch. "I am so, so sorry." He whispered.
You're a mess Asmodeus. I thought to him, laughing quietly.
He smiled wistfully. It's about time you woke up. He replied.
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Fantasy****COMPLETED**** ~ Every movement of his lips against mine seemed to scold me, how dare I try to run away, how dare I even think of it? My hand found its way to his hair and I grabbed hold of it tightly, how dare he try to stop me? ~ Bratty teenage...
