Owlriel

Devouring Light

The doctor summoned an air spirit. Then handed the note to them, “see that this note is delivered to the visiting priests. No matter what they are not to know what’s truly happened.” The air spirit did a little salute then took the note before taking off to go deliver it.

One of the older priests got smacked in the face by a note. Then heard the giggling of an air spirit as it swirled around them. “She’s safe gl back to your home. Go on she’s safe so very safe, off you go. Go go go,” The spirit said.

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The doctor took pause she’d been unaware that the priests had come to the city already. Panic quickly spread through her features as she turned to her nurses to bar the door quickly. Along with grab a piece of paper, and pen. “Write a note on this, and I’ll have someone deliver it. Quickly now,” she said. Knowing that if the priests discovered what had occurred. Then Asran, and more importantly the county would be in grave danger.

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Asran was unconscious in a bed stuck in his humanoid demonic state. He was hooked up to numerous machines, and nurses were checking on him around the clock. The damage he’d sustained by pushing himself well beyond his means had done intense damage internally.

The doctor walked up to Ayrie to check on her wounds. “How are you feeling,”she asked gently. After Ayrie answered the doctor began checking Ayries’ eyes checking their reaction time. Then wrote it down on a clipboard. “If you’re thinking about Asran he’s unconscious in critical condition. Before you start thinking it was your light magic. It was not, it was due to him overly using his magic after having already reached his limit. Honestly it’s a miracle he’s even alive the damn idiot.”

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Asran looked to Zarovia then to Ayrie he calmly went to her, and hefted her into his arms. Looking at her with caring eyes, “I believe you Ayrie.” Zotovia screamed her outrage at Asran’s actions. “What are you doing!” Asran looked back to Zatovia with rage the sky’s darkened filling with heavy rain clouds, and lightning cracked. Zatovia stepped back in fear knowing full well just how powerful Asran was. But, then stopped seeing how much of a strain it was on him. She attempted to approach only for him to intensify his glare. A harsh wind began to blow as rain came pouring down. The water congealing forming a massive dragon that crackled with lightning. It slammed into Zatovia hard, but before it could do lasting damage it stopped.

Zatovia panted as she looked at Asran with pity. As the runes on his body glowed a faint yellow. “How much suffering will you let her put you through?” Asran didn’t answer he just turned away, and walked out of the barrier after enshrouding his demonic form in a magical cloak of darkness. Hiding his form from onlookers, carefully he walked to a nearby clinic run by one of his trusted. Thankfully Zatovia didn’t chase after them. He stumbled a few times as the pain in his body intensified. But, he didn’t stop he needed to get Ayrie to a doctor. When they finally arrived he had nurses take Ayrie from him then collapsed. His chest rising, and falling hard as he struggled to breath. The nurses who tried touching him had to back away quickly as his magic lashed out at them. Thankfully no one was hurt, but at the same time no one could help him.

The doctor of the clinic had his head nurse tend to Ayrie’s wounds after he stopped the bleeding. Then rushed to Asran’s side trying to help him. Thankfully the doctor was able to restrain Asran’s magic somewhat. So he could help the very injured demon lord.

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“LIAR! I won’t let you hurt my brother!” She attacked again blindly smashing the ground beside Ayrie. She was panting as she looked at the priestess a red miasma rolling off her shoulders. She swung at Ayrie’s shoulder than fired a barrage of bullets.

One of the bullets from Zorova’s gun came hurtling towards Asran. Quickly he leapt out of the way rolling to a stop. His arms, sides, legs, and cheeks were covered in black scales. He had two horns arching under his chin, and a long demonic tail swishing behind him. His white hair blowing in the wind as his eyes glared at Zorova, and he launched himself at her. Aiming to take her out with a punch. Only to get kicked in the face by her launching him back. “Stay our of this Asran! Can’t you see she’s only going to deceive you again? She’s gonna hurt you, Maybe even kill you this time!” Asran spat out a bit of his blood, and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “She isn’t Astoria Zarova,” he said. Only to earn a mad laugh in return for his words. “You cannot possibly be this fucking blind! She is the same person, just look at her soul! Don’t you see it? Surely you must have felt it.” Asran looked from his fellow demon lord to Ayrie.

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“Well that’s easy I’m Lady Wrath. I’m going to kill you then burn your body to an unrecognizable heap of charcoal. Before you can hurt him again, Astoria. He may not recognize you, but I sure as hell do. You damn witch!” Zotova leapt at Ayrie aiming to take her head off. Then followed that up by a stab, and a shot from the gun handle. The shot was like a condensed fireball filled with napalm. On impact it lit everything on fire.

Asran tried getting up groaning with pain. His entire body hurt blood dripped from his wounds as he looked up to see Ayrie, and Zotova fighting one another. He couldn’t understand a word they were saying thanks to a constant ringing in his ears. He had to get up, he couldn’t keep laying there. Zotova would surely kill Ayrie if he didn’t get up. So he willed his body to move pushing it no matter how much it hurt. His eyes started to glow as he slowly started to get up black scales forming on his cheeks. As his pupils turned to serpentine slits.

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“Shh, Keep walking,” Asran commanded. He moved her carefully Zotova looked at Asran with a raised brow. Then looked to the woman beside him which piqued her interest. But, she stayed away from them instead opting to walk away. Once she was far far away Asran sighed a breath of relief. Then drew back his black magic absorbing it back into his body. “Good thing I ate earlier. Or things could’ve gotten ugly,” he said. Then rubbed Ayrie’s shoulder comfortingly then pulled back. “It’s okay now,” he said. “She’s gone.”

“Are you quite sure about that?” Asran turned, and blocked an attack coming Ayrie’s way. A sword with a gun like hilt dug into Asran’s arms that were crossed in a defensive stance. His whole body trembling from the strain. “Oh, COME ON! Will you please not attack in the middle of my streets. There are people around,” he said. Zotova grinned her glowing red eyes upon black sclera looking at Asran. “What people?” Making Asran look around. Ayrie, and Asran were completely alone. To top it off everything was a red hue. “Ah, a dimensional barrier?” “Yup, you’re welcome comrade. Now move aside!” Asran then got launched across the street into a building. Debri tumbling around him.

Zotova looked to Ayrie, and let her large sword rest against her shoulders. A mad glint in her eyes with a wide evil smirk on her face. “I am going to have fun so much fun.”

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Asran was stunned for a second at Ayrie’s words. Then burst into laughter at how amusing that was. “That’s amazing, I’m glad you like me topless.” He walked beside her down the streets. He heard her question, and soured a little. Then saw Zotova across the street watching them making his eyes widen. Then protectively wrapped his arm around Ayrie’s shoulders guiding her to avoid the demon lord. “Keep your head down, and don’t fight what I’m about to do,” he whispered. Then began to enshroud Ayrie with dark magic blanketing her with it to protect her, and hide her from Zotova.

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“Of course I’ll walk you home. It’d be my pleasure,” he said. Then turned to see Markus as he was about to take off. “Goodnight,” Asran said waving goodbye.
Then noticed the shirt, and remembered his bare chest. “I’m gonna be back in a second. Don’t go anywhere,” he said. Then went into one of the back rooms, and found a button up shirt that was a bit tight. He put it on, and adjusted the shirt adjusting it. Leaving several buttons undone to ease the right feeling.

He made his way back to Ayrie smiling at her. “I’m ready to go if you are,” he said.

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Asran was glad to hear that Ayrie had been trained how to protect herself. When she asked how his day was he didn’t know what the hell to say. Once Markus was gone he’d come up with something. “I saw an old acquaintance, and had an early lunch. You know nothing special,” he said smiling. It was a slightly awkward smile as he was seriously underselling just what happened.