The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Collin x Luke 2

It's my mission... I have to do this. Our eyes stared each other down, waiting for the other make the first move. Our gazes were cold yet held burning fire. I could hear the echo of his high pitched growl amplified by his unholy features. A purple glow danced around his fingers and up his arm, his pupil in that purple eye constricted in a blade thin slit.
After I returned home from my failure to assassinate Grayson, I had asked the magi guild to enchant my armor with the most powerful protection spells that they could. I was excited to see it at work now...
The hybrid used his magic against me, a wave of pinkish purple energy hurtling towards me. I stood my ground, and while I still flinched from instinct, I smiled beneath my mask with confidence. As if the magic in my armor was sentient, the runes within the metal glowed as the hybrid's attack draw near, and as I closed my eyes from the bright light, my ears began to rattle painfully from the sound of impact. My eyes opened up to witness the results, a magical shield cast around myself dispersing, and the hybrid laying on the ground in pain from the whiplash of his attack turned against him.
It was almost painful to watch him hiss and groan as he picked himself up, bleeding wounds surrounded by sizzling red skin from the burns his magic had inflicted. With his demonic half turned away from me as he picked himself up, shaking in pain, the world seemed to pause for a brief instance. My knees buckled but I stayed standing, my fingers loosen around the handle of my sword. Collin...why does he look like Collin?! I was confused, I was enraged...I did not want to care. I wanted to ignore it all and get the deed done with. It's just some coincidence, a trick! I had my doubts scratching at the back of my mind. Deep down I knew that it could not be true but I could not find a rationale explanation. I did not want to accept that what stood before me was my old friend. Collin is dead...he was taken from me and if he were still alive, he would not allow us to fight on opposing sides without reaching out to me. This hybrid is not him, a coagulation of impulse and bias. Then again, Collin did have a temper, and besides, isn't that what I have fallen victim to?
In my moments of distraction, the hybrid charged at me with a sword, accepting that using his magical abilities was futile. As I held up my blade to deflect his offense, our wrist rattling in their places as we pushed the other at bay, I could see the fear and doubt in his eyes. He knew that without his magic, his chances were slim. Call it ego, but I had high hopes that this time around, I would not fall to this imposter.
With his tall stature, it would be easy enough to overpower me, so I felt him beginning to push my arms back to my chest, a blade close to my head, I slashed and jumped out of the way, only reviving a minor cut along my jawline while I was able to get a clean hit as his side. As he screamed and tossed a hand over the wound, barely grasping his sword, I took the advantage to dash his hands, nearly severing them as I hit his knuckles instead, but it still worked. His blade fell, and the second I saw it fall, I went in for the kill, cleaning the anxious thoughts in my mind to a clean slate.
My blade punctured is chest, almost exactly in the middle of his chest cavity. I winced as I felt the iron rip muscle and bone, feeling the final beat of his heart before the tip of my weapon severed and shattered the disks of his spine. I did not want to look him in the eyes. I could not bare to look up and see Collin in those orbs, those orbs now deprived of life. My eyes burned. Was I crying or..?
His wound was glowing purple, the blinding light like a crack running up and down a pane of glass. A horror overtook my entire system. The hybrids body appeared as if it were melting, a sickening sound of flesh ripping and boiling.
He began to scream, one voice splitting into two; a demonic screech and... My eyes widen. I know that scream.
In a burst of light, I was tossed back onto the grass. I groaned as I laid there, my head spinning, dazed. My eyes opened, immediately closing them as I was blinded, like looking at the light after being darkness for too long. My ears rung, but I could hear a muffled sound that shook my core. I did not know what it was, but I had a clear idea. A demon.
After several moments, I finally began to pick myself up from the ground. My eyelids fluttered to clear the burning white, shapes then colors slowly coming back into focus. As I recover, the sudden incoordination of my thoughts coming to pass, I turn back to the hybrid, still on my knees with my shaking arms elevating my upper body.
Out of the corner of my eye, something tall and dark as the shadows loomed over a lump of blue. My skin began to tingle, my stomach becoming heavy. My eyes formed tears, feeling disoriented and stiff.