Short Stories

What Was That?

(Forgot to mention, Salem is Wolfie's character)

"Your demise will be swift." 

Flame's POV:
        I let him eat and leave the room, burying a smile under workloads. The servants, maids, and other butlers finally get back from their missions, some had targets to kill, others had good to sell, but no matter they were all sent out. All but me, I am the only one is is told to stay, for I am the personal servant to Salem, a ruling gift from his father, the previous king of Hell. I have had many plans and times to escape, yet I find myself never going through with it. I found I enjoy it here. The smell of ashes and the constant fires, screams of the damned and all aside, this is why I stay. He is why I stay. 
I get lost in thought as I clean the entrance hall, tending to the floral arrangements of Fire Flowers. 

Salem's POV:
      I watch Flame while he works, the other low lives had come back from their tasks so I go back to barking orders. Or I was until I saw him. I stand and watch from afar, I don't need anyone catching me off guard. It's obvious he's lost in his head, his eyes have gone glassy with his standard emotionless face. I look around the area he is cleaning and spot an odd shadow. There is a small spark coming from it and I realize what spell it's trying to cast.
"Flame! Lookout!" I shout teleporting and pushing him out of the way, falling with him just in time to avoid the blue blast.

Third POV:
       The shadow continues its attacks, one after another, Flame using a table to block Salem from them.
"Master, run, I'll handle this fool." Flame's eyes glow. Flame was rarely allowed to use magic, since it often brought out something he could not control, but this time he had a goal. Salem quickly teleports away getting hit with a weird purple glow just barely as he had gotten away. He checks himself to find no external injuries. Flame throws the table at the shadowy being, his veins seeping with magic. 
"Finally." A dark voice comes from what once was Flame. As he sends a large burning ball at the odd attacker. They dodge sending a few blue blasts towards he firey creature.
The blasts merely dissipate as Flame's body approaches. The shadow seems to grin as it vanishes. Flame slowly returns to his senses, magic fading a bit.
"There that shou-" He turns around to be met with a blast. The blue substance knocks Flame to the wall and seeps into him. The shadow looms over him and grabs him by the neck. Flame's skin slowly turns black his veins glowing blue. Salem grabs a sword while the creature's back is turned and impales him. Opening an unstable portal to who knows where, grabbing an unconscious Flame and dragging him in, closing it behind them. 
"Flame you dumbass, you know I'm the better fighter," Salem mumbles trying to heal his companion, "What the hell was that?"

Salem's POV:
      I put a hand to his chest, my magic isn't working anymore. If I can't heal him, hell knows how long he'll survive. I get a glimpse of our surroundings. 

This isn't the Talison Realm.