GrimWire 2 {Complete}

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Lucas wrapped the power around his frame, trying his best to control it, to form it into something he could use. Just watching Drezair and Kivar fight was making him go crazy, he couldn't help but feel that he was about to lose the boy yet again. That is what drove him to pull on the energy of all seven grimoires once more. Their power vibrated through his entire frame, making it feel like he was trying to hold too much in a very small container.

Drezair's yellow gaze slipped over to him as he held tightly to the Stalker that was on top of him. The Vampire could tell that he was in pain, but not showing it. After all, he had five claws deep in his chest cavity, and most likely Kivar was pumping his deadly toxic power into him via that wound as well.

Lucas concentrated on his power, trying not to let the distressing situation before him get a hold of his control. He manipulated his hold on gravity, forcing it on both demons not too far from him. Silently he apologized to Ty for doing it to him, but he had no other choice. Next he stretched his senses to the world around him and grabbed hold of any metals that he could feel. Once he gathered it all together, he lifted his hands up slowly, his eyes closing tightly to help his concentration.

Random weaponry left over from fallen Stalkers curled upwards into the air as he melded them all together. All the while he was trying to formulate a plan on how to get Kivar off of his boyfriend in order to execute the power of sending the demon in Kivar to hell again. He knew the chant, but if he unleashed it upon the both of them, he feared that it would take Drezair too. That was out of the question.

Opening his eyes, he felt his body shaking from the exertion of manipulating so much metal all around him, even if he did have the help of the other grimoires. Flicking his hands forward, he sent the three enormous twisted stakes of metal at Kivar. The spears did as he wanted, going through the Stalker and taking him right off of Drezair who coughed at the sudden pull that dragged the Stalkers hand out of his chest.

Quickly changing tactics, Lucas prepared to perform the ritual that would take the powerful demon general out of Kivar's body. Leveling his hands at the ground, he spread his feet, making sure he was centered and steady. Taking a deep breath he drew all that power into himself and started the spell. His voice was very soft as he chanted the words that he'd recalled from his father from a long time ago.

Beneath Kivar, a large circle opened up, swirling out from underneath him. The metal spikes had driven through him and lodged into the ground to keep him there as well. The circle grew larger and finally stopped to swirl slowly counterclockwise. Lucas' body trembled still as he chanted. The glow of the symbols that moved in the circle slowly got brighter the more the Vampire chanted. In response, Kivar frantically pulled at the twisted metal spikes that had impaled him.

"Keep going," a voice said next to him, startling him partway through the spell. His voice gasped as he recognized the speaker. His gaze flew open to see Cahastile standing next to him. His father turned to look at him, a glower on his face, "I said keep going."

Lucas, unable to comprehend the meaning, did as his father asked. The man's hand gripped his son's shoulder tightly, helping him to concentrate. The raging energy inside him seemed to calm slightly from his father's touch. Lucas could also feel that Cahastile was doing something else too. He briefly wondered what it was and opened his eyes to see. Though the stony look on Cahastile's face was near impossible to break through, he could feel the power emitting from the taller man.

Turning his gaze over to Kivar, he felt shock run through him a second time and nearly stopped the chant. The fingers gripping his shoulder tightened down almost painfully to remind him that he was still in the middle of the spell. Lucas continued quickly, his voice louder now as he chanted openly.

Kivar had managed to get free of the metal that had held him down. The Stalker was standing then, glowering at Lucas who continued his spell. What astonished the Vampire though was the fact that the demonic Stalker wasn't moving. Then it hit him, the power that he was feeling from his father was what was keeping Kivar inside the circle.

"More, use more power, Lucas," the hand shook him slightly.

The Vampire complied with the command, allowing more of the torrent energy to slip from his grasp. To his astonishment, his father took hold of that energy and helped him manipulate it so that it didn't go out of control. Kivar let out a cry of pain and rage as the circle erupted around him. Blinding white light flooded the area with the Stalker inside of it.

Lucas continued to leak out more power through the streaming spell. All the while his father tugged at it as well, working it into the powerful spell. The more energy that slipped out, the more screaming they heard from behind the wall of white light. Just as Lucas thought that he wasn't going to be able to hold out any longer, his father's hand shifted to his other shoulder and pulled him around into his chest. This essentially broke his connection with the spell and Lucas crumpled against the man.

Dizzy and hardly able to stand, he rested against his father who wrapped one arm up under Lucas' arm and hoisted him upwards with a soft grunt, "You still have one more," he said, the commanding tone had seemed to soften just a bit, startling Lucas.

"Yes," he answered, half in delusion from the lack of energy.

"Hey!" A shout caught his attention and he shifted just enough to see Drezair's features fading away into Ty's. The boy had stood up and was now glowering at Cahastile who held his son against him.

"What do you want, demon?"

"Father..."

"What the hell are you going to do with Lucas?"

"If you haven't noticed, boy, he's the only one who's going to save your friend over there," Cahastile said venomously as he motioned to another part of the battlefield that still held a large amount of Stalkers. The only difference was the black cloaked figures that now weaved through the fighting as well, helping the small group to fight back.

However, what Cahastile was motioning to was a troubling scene. Mithviya had Nameia by her throat. The demi-God was bloodied from head to foot having been fighting with the Stalker for the better half of the entire battle. Dimiyen was nowhere to be seen. Coming up behind Mithviya was Taylial who looked to be in no better shape than Nameia.

Lucas watched with bated breath as the Stalker whirled around to face Taylial who had managed to get just close enough to slam her long knives into the woman's hip. Even so, it didn't seem to do anything except put the poor girl in range of the Stalkers arm. Mithviya slashed outwards at Taylial, the power in the attack cut across the girl's abdomen as it hurled her backwards into the middle of Stalkers and Vampires fighting not too far off.

Lucas sucked in a sharp breath as he watched, his hands curling tightly into the cloth of the robes his father wore. Cahastile took both hands and put them on his son's shoulders. Twisting the boy around, he forced Lucas to face the other demon who had her attention back on the struggling Nameia.

"Concentrate. I will help you. But if you don't do it now, you'll lose the demi-God woman," Cahastile ordered.

"At least let Lucas rest!" Ty shouted in retaliation.

"There's no time!" The older Vampire spat back, his dark gaze glowering at the human who tried to come forward but stumbled, his chest wound still slowly healing, "You're in no shape to interfere, boy. Be lucky I have other things to attend to right now."

"Father..." Lucas huffed softly, trying to gain the man's attention so that it wasn't on Ty.

"Do the spell again, Lucas. Quickly, she is dying."