(A/N: This is a very short little something I wrote in an rp a while ago and I really liked it so??? Also more plots coming your way soon !!!)
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About six or seven daevas, all circling some of her dearest friends. Large, swift shadows the color of ash advancing on people she cared about, mirroring her terrifying nightmares. Black smudges against an otherwise green pasture, as if she had taken one of her acrylic paintings and attacked it with charcoal. Kai and Cecelia swiping helplessly at the daevas, distracting them as much as possible. Distracting them from Alex, who was lying on the ground, motionless. Blood spilling onto the green pasture from his torso, turning it into a rotting brown. His head was tilted up toward the sky, as if he was searching for God. She couldn't tell if his eyes were open, but she could tell he was beginning to slip away.
Those were the images that greeted her as Damian pulled into the tiny park. Cassandra had ripped her hand out of his, and she would have instantly missed his warmth if she wasn't so focused on practically flying out of the car before Damian could take the time to park it.
The sound of Kai exclaiming at her and Damian's appearance passed through her ears, but Cass didn't register it–her eyes were glued on Alex, her feet carrying her trembling body to his side. She crashed to her knees beside him.
Her hands found purpose on his stomach, his chest, searching for a single wound. There were three.
Nausea nearly forced bile up her throat, anxiety rolling around in her stomach, disrupting her lunch. The daevas had slashed into Alex three times, and now his blood was staining her pretty green pasture. Cassandra couldn't cover them all, couldn't put pressure on them all. She heaved a sob as her bloodied hands fluttered over his throat, searching for a pulse. She couldn't see his breathing, but maybe there was water blurring her vision. Alex's eyes were closed–he hadn't been searching for God. Cass whispered his name, a plea, two fingers pressing into a faint pulse.
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