A/N: Hello readers! I've recently started reading the Demonata series, so I decided to write this little drabble on the one and only Beranabus. After reading book 7, Death's Shadow, I gained a new perspective on the magician. Like I said in the summary, this oneshot contains spoilers from the book, so if you haven't read the book yet, do not continue reading unless you want the book spoiled for you.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Demonata series. The honor goes to Mr. Darren Shan.
Beranabus was always prepared for the worst. After centuries of fighting demons, he always kept his guard up and never allowed hope to collapse.
This time, he wasn't so confident that he'd come out of this battle alive.
Right in front of him was the most dangerous, mysterious threat he had ever faced. Until recently, he only considered the malignant demon master, Lord Loss, as his greatest adversary.
Compared to this creature, Lord Loss was a puny, benign being.
The entity, dubbed by the magician as the Shadow, appeared unstoppable. Long, deadly tentacles waved in the air prepared for any danger. These appendages were the only body parts that Beranabus could see; there was no visible face. Still, his magic sensed the creature keenly focusing on him. Beckoning him to face it like a man. Normally, Beranabus would gladly accept the silent invitation, but after learning the truth from Bec, he knew that he'd just be throwing his life away.
And he was going to do just that.
The magician realized that he must sacrifice himself in order to save his comrades, Dervish, Sharmila, Kirilli, and most of all, Bec.
He never thought that he'd see his love after the cave incident. When she came back to life, he'd just wanted to hold her in his feeble arms and abandon his battle with the demons. However, he learnt long ago that there was never time for pleasure as long as demons existed.
Strangely, Beranabus felt at peace as he prepared to battle the Shadow. At least he would go down with a fight. Even if it meant transforming into his different form. The form that he had rejected and fought for most of his life. Unfortunately, there was no other option; it had to be done.
Bec, I know you don't want me to do this. You and the others must continue the fight even without me. I'm so proud of you, and I'll always love you.
With that final thought, he set his eyes on the creature known as Death, yelled at it, and transformed into the creature that he had fought all his life, a demon.
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