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Changbin brought Soomin's body to a standstill, the spirit had lead them to a dead end behind the building to hell.
"So help me Changbin if you get me kill I'm going to find you in hell and stake you through the heart," Soomin complained.
"That's vampires," Changbin said rolling his eyes as he stepped more into the dead end.
"Same thing!"
"Not really."
The spirit turned around and Changbin made direct eye contact with the dark gold eyes of the poor college student.
"What do you want," Changbin sighed.
"Its quite obvious," the spirit hissed, cold steam coming from the boy's mouth. "The fallen Angel wants his revenge."
"Your making this very unclear," Changbin spat, "who is this fallen angel?!"
"Time will tell only when it's too late," she said, the words slipping out of her mouth like nitrogen. "Too late for the girl to go back."
"Fuck you," Changbin growled, his body surging forward despite Soomin's warnings. "What do you mean?!"
"She's not what she truly is you can tell that by now," the spirit said still standing still.
Changbin froze before channeling some of his power to Soomin.
"Ah ah little devil," the spirit said, "channel too much and you'll burn out your pretty vessel."
"Ok she's bugging me," Soomin spat, "obliterate this bitch."
Changbin nodded and channeled as much as he could without hurting Soomin. Her irises blending into the whites of her eyes as her pupil disappeared, her whole eye turning to a red.
The spirit rolled its eyes as Changbin stepped closer.
He just had to find the entrance point of the spirit. Granted it would cause a physical wound, but the spirit would be wounded not the vessel.
In a second, the vessel threw a punch, Changbin dodging and coming up and under.
He wasn't use to fighting in a human body. It was slower and less nimble. He wasn't as flexible and seemed to have less energy. He didn't like it. He also didn't like the fact that Soomin was smaller than the boy that the spirit was possessing.
He grabbed the spirit's arm and pinned it behind its back. Where could the entrance point be?
He elongated the hand as his body and power started to blend with Soomin's.
He couldn't do this for long or it would burn Soomin out. Human bodies weren't meant to take such powers. A drop of Demon blood in a human would disintegrate them into a pile of ashes.
He slammed it into the boys stomach, smoke oozing out. But the spirit stayed in the body. Not the entrance point.
The long claws on Soomin's had shrunk back and he was forced to the ground by the spirit.
Changbin could feel her energy waining.
He tried again.
Her hand elongated into black claws and he stabbed it into the boy's heart, this time releasing the spirit.
Changbin jumped out of Soomin's body and grabbed the spirit, arms made of black smoke erupting from his touch and burning into the spirit's misty skin. Soomin collapses heaving on the ground behind, her body shaking and pale.
He felt bad but he had needed too in order to get the spirit out. It was because he would've killed the boy, but also because Soomin's mind held lots of tips and advantages against the spirit.
The boy was right next to Soomin heaving.
The black tendrils sank deeper into the spirits skin, but a grey mist was what was left, soon turning to all black.
He looked back to Soomin who was still dry heaving on the ground before sighing. He knelt down and lifted the girl over his shoulders before breathing in and teleporting to her dorm.
She would be fine.
The next problem was getting Euna back, and that'd have to be Changbin's problem only.
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I highkey hate how wack my most ovation is. Like there's time where I can sit down and write like three chapters in one sitting and then I go to write another and suddenly I'm like "wat ar werds?"
