The Demjin⤳JORBYN+JACHARY

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jonah shook as the yelling erupted.

"SAINT AMARA IS UPSET. JONAH HAS BEEN CHOSEN."

"NO, I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO KILL ANOTHER KID OF MINE."

"OF YOURS? HE'S MINE TOO." then heavy footsteps.

"corbyn?" he whispered out and the demjin was next to him. timothy bursted in.

"TIM NO!" carrie yelled and jonah started to cry. timothy picked him up and was about to walk away, when he knocked into something.

"what the hell?" he asked and corbyn swirled around him.

"put the kid down and no one gets hurt." corbyn spoke lowly. timothy only shrugged.

"whatever you are, i don't care. Saint Amara-"

"-is fake. she doesn't exist. i will not let you kill this kid over some stupid Saint." corbyn interrupted him.

"then what are you then? if the Saints don't exist, then the demjins don't exist." he spoke confidently.

"oh no, we do very much exist." then corbyn faced timothy head-on. his blue eyes sparkled, his skin paler than ever, and white fangs were barred. his horns peeked from his blonde hair and his tail swished.

"please don't hurt the boy." carrie begged and corbyn nodded.

"so do milyaket, but your phony Saints, they're just a çiroka efsane.* not real." corbyn brushes jonah's cheek with a pale hand. "now, put the boy down." he gripped timothy's neck and the man gasped. he dropped jonah and the black mist caught him.

he put him behind him and timothy gripped his wrist.

"don't ever touch this xort, or that jin again. i will be back if anything happens to either one. got it?" he nodded weakly and corbyn dropped him. he collapsed against the floor and he turned around. jonah jumped up and corbyn held him.

"i got you, little man." timothy crawled off.

"the town will hear about this! everyone will know!" he yelled before leaving the room.

"thank you so much...?" she trailed off.

"corbyn. his name is corbyn." jonah spoke for him. she smiled and when corbyn sat jonah down she hugged him.

"thank you, corbyn. if there's anyway i could repay you-"

"no need. its my job to protect jonah." corbyn told the jin. he looked at the boy sitting on the bed.

"do...do you know if esther is okay?" she asked softly and corbyn looked back to her.

"yeah...she's great." he responded and she nodded. they heard the familiar chant outside and carrie sighed. there he was. timothy was one among the crowd.

"what about the others out there, mommy?"

"wait." corbyn watched the crowd move. "no." he went through the wall and both were bewildered. corbyn raced across the sky.

"no!" he yelled, but no one heard him. "ashley!"

"corbyn!" she yelled out as her eyes filled with terror and tears. a rope was tied around her neck in a noose. so we're a few others, and then he spotted him.

"daniel!" he raced over and he tried to help. the noose gave way around jack's neck and daniel picked him up.

"the frantzich house."

"jack!" then jack flew away with sidney and daniel. corbyn looked among them. he flew over and cupped ashley's cheek.

"don't move, ash, okay? it'll go by faster."

"are you sure, corb? i'm really scared."

"i-i-" then she was dropped. everyone threw up their hands. "ashely!" he tried to hold her up, but the sun was rising. he hissed and tried again. no matter what he tried the sun got in the way.

"no!" he cried and then he had to fly away.

[A/N]
poor corb...

*çiroka efsane - fairytale in Kurdish