The battle raged around him as he made his way through the carnage, bodies were being cut asunder and life-giants were being torn apart, but he paid no mind to it at all. He'd rather let his demonic minions deal with the battle. Even with these demons being so puny, they were smart enough to attack in groups and with their combined efforts, they brought down several Varënir warriors one by one. But even as the chaos ensued, the Demon paid no mind to it as he only had one thing in mind; the mountain-temple. He knew she was hiding in the temple nestled behind the giant walls of the Varënir fortress. There was no where else for her to hide now. Knowing her, she probably had no idea he was coming. His crimson eyes flickered with a sinister light as he passed by the ravenous battle around him. Several soldiers attempted to stop him, but just glancing in their direction caused their bodies to disintegrate before him. There was no stopping such an abomination such as this, not even the Life-Binder's most powerful servants could stop him.
In the distance, a powerful spirit-dragon could be seen flying towards him. He couldn't help but smile as a Sëinir would waste his most prized beast on something as powerful as himself. Maniacal laughter echoed across the battlefield as the Demon let out a guffaw when the dragon swooped in to attack him. He caught the dragon by the ivory spike growing on it's snout, and all in one swift movement, the Demon had snapped the dragons neck and effortlessly tossed it aside as if it were useless garbage. The dragon's massive body fell upon a majority of the combatants, either crushing them or knocking them off balance. The Demon continued towards the Fortress walls, they wouldn't hold him back for long, not with this strength. Nothing could stop him.
And there she stood, as beautiful as the sunlight over the ocean, there she was. The Angel. The Demon flashed her a toothy grin, he was proud that finally one of his opponents - no - victims, could look him directly in the eye. She showed no fear as he approached her, he could tell she was prepared for anything. Gently, he stroked her face with the back of his finger and gave her a sinister smile.
"Come now, Angel, bless me with your heavenly smile," He mocked her as he brushed a strand of blond hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear, that was the way she liked her beautiful hair. "Won't you share your beloved magic with me, my dear?" Tears rolled down her face as he continued to mock her, but it wasn't the mockery that upset her, it was the fact that he returned as this creature. This monster had taken everything about him and turned it into this mockery of the beautiful person he once was. She had to try and free his mind, call to his heart, there had to be some peace left in there somewhere. But she was afraid and with good reason too. She had just witnessed him destroy an entire legion of Varënir and even the Kænir army was no match for the Demon's power. But even with this fear, she had to try and save his heart, this was the only chance she would get and she had to act fast before he grew bored and killed her. With a deep breath, the Angel reached out and thrust her hand into his chest, his face was contorted in pain as her hand came in contact with his scarred chest. She smiled triumphantly as she realized her power over him, with this power she could release him. Or so she hoped.
Late again, as usual, and on an important day such as this. Yeah, today was the day everyone had been preparing for; midterm exams. But to Jesse Wyethe, it didn't seem to important to him even though it was worth half of his passing grade. With a blank, almost bored expression, he made his way down the streets of London, England towards the college. King's College as it was known, one of the most renown and respectable colleges in England. Most of the attending students at King's were highly respected, as most of them were either English Royalty-descendants or just extremely wealthy. But to Jesse, none of that meant anything to him. In his opinion, college was just something to pass the time while he waited for life to send him in the right direction. Everyone looked down on him for being so nonchalant, they told him that waiting for his destiny wouldn't get him anywhere and that he had to find it on his own. But he didn't seem to care about what they said, or what anyone said.
Jesse had always been the secluded student at King's, he either avoided the other students or ignored them completely. The few that spoke to him to knew him well enough to where he treated them with just an ounce of respect, usually earning them a vile insult, which in most cases the silent treatment was all he offered others. Even with his sharp tongue and low tolerance for others, he never went far enough to engage in an all-out brawl with the source of his annoyance. Though others might've poked and prodded at his nerves, Jesse never answered their taunts with violence, even though there were some instances where a swift kick to the face wouldn't have caused that much damage. Even the college professors were wary of Jesse's intolerant temperment, but even so they never let up on him regardless of his excellent grades. Only every so often would a professor earn a frustrated glance or that soul-piercing glare he was known for around the campus.
But Jesse wasn't always known for his anti-social behavior, in fact he was quite the sweetheart back in his home. He grew up as an only child on a huge strip of land in Wales that belonged to his father. He spent his childhood tending to the farm with his father, never really envisioning a better life then that. To Jesse, the farm in Wales was everything he had ever known and how he imagined the rest of the world. He was always happy and friendly towards others, and never rejected anyone. The people in the town could clearly see the cause of Jesse's happy-go-lucky attitude originated from his father's sweet and caring heart. He was always glad to help out on the farm and never had any issues with living a poor lifestyle, because to him, he wasn't poor at all. But his father knew better and decided there was going to be a better life for him and sent him to a small school just a few miles from their farm. Almost instantly, Jesse picked up the curriculum and excelled in his grades, so much that he had earned a college scholarship before he had even began middle-school. With this scholarship, he was able to go to the college of his choice, regardless of the cost. He was reluctant to chose a college, as he wasn't too keen on leaving the farm and his father.
But tragedy struck and Jesse's father was caught right in the middle of it. When Jesse was away visiting his friends in the town, a band of hooligans vandalized the farm, releasing the livestock into the fields and ransacking the barn, they even had the gall to set fire to their farm house. It didn't take long for the fire to spread and consume the rest of the farm. When Jesse learned that his father and the farm had been lost in the fire, he had a complete change of heart. He became very distant and treated others very harshly, pushing away almost all of his friends. He grew very cold and vowed that he would no longer accept anyone else in his life, all for the fear of losing them like he lost his father. To escape his father's memory, Jesse used his scholarship to enter King's College and left Wales for good.
Ten thirty-five flashed across the tiny LED screen on his watch, he was exactly two and a half hours late for class now. As he walked down the crowded streets, he silently prepared himself for the long lecture his professors would give him about punctuality and how they expected better of an A student. Yes, even with his carefree attitude, Jesse was the top of his class. But even with that Jesse stayed the same, just as nonchalant and stubborn as ever. He stopped as he came to a cross walk, the light flashed a bright red hand as the cars sped past him. Even with such small, crowded streets, the drivers were still as crazy as ever, recklessly ripping through the streets while they barely missed clipping each other. Jesse rolled his eyes as the red hand shifted to the white figure, indicating it was safe to cross. But when he reached the otherside of the street, something caught his eye, a girl stood with her toes at the edge of the sidewalk as she stared blankly at the street. She looked normal enough, ever though her sandy hair was abnormally long. But something about her drew Jesse's attention.
When she glanced in his direction, Jesse feared she'd question him for staring at her, but she showed no indication of seeing him directly. It felt to Jesse as if she was looking right through him, but then he realized her eyes, they were a milky pink color and it seemed as if they held no life within them. But suddenly without warning, she stepped out into the street, oblivious to the traffic around her. A double-decker bus swerved around the corner and as the girl came into view, the driver slammed on the breaks to avoid hitting her. The momentum of the bus was too strong though, he wouldn't be able to stop the bus in time. Without thinking, Jesse reached out and grabbed the girl by the arm, pulling her back onto the side walk just before the bus sped past them. A shocked expression was visible on the girls face, finally something other then a blank stare.
"What happened..?" She asked him, her voice was trembling as she looked from side to side. Jesse's eyes widened with incredulity at the girl's ridiculous respone, could she really be that stupid? "Uh, hello? Did you not notice the speeding bus on your right..?" He motioned towards the street and rolled his eyes, he was baffled at the girl's stupidity. But the girl continued to stare off in the distance, as if she was oblivious to his existence, even sudden movements didn't cause her to flinch. Then Jesse realized it. The milky eyes, blank stares, suicidal jay-walking, the girl was blind.
He took a deep breath and bit his tongue, then looked around embarrassed. When he looked back, the girl's frightened expression weighed more then the guilt itself. Jesse scratched his head and rolled his eyes, he had to help her out now that he had the gall to speak so disrespectfully to her. Back in Wales, women and young ladies were always treated with kindness and respect and his father had always made it priority to teach Jesse those values. He hung his head with guilt and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey..Is there somewhere I can take you? I'm pretty sure you don't want to wander the street all day.." She smiled looked in the direction of his voice, her expression grew calm as the sharp tone of his voice died down, "Why, that's very kind of you." She handed him a piece of paper and gave him a blank smile, Jesse recognized the writing on the paper as the address for the college.
"Could you direct me to King's College, I have to meet with a Professor there." Her voice was very soft, it almost sounded fragile, as if the girl had to be extremely cautious when she spoke. Jesse couldn't help but smile at the sound of her fragile voice as he took her hand and led her in the direction of the college.
The whole way to the college, the girl stayed very quiet but her face gave away the reaction she had to everything around her. The sounds, the smells, everything must have appealed to her so much more then it did Jesse, considering that was how she navigated. Jesse could tell that every sound and every smell was practically drawing a map of this area in the girls head, he couldn't help but admire her attentiveness of her surroundings.
"My name is Karinka, Karinka Novichav." The sudden break of the silence was somewhat surprising to Jesse, but he was somewhat relieved. What? Relieved, why?
"Jesse Wyethe, first year student at King's College." Despite his protests against his brain, he answered her anyways. He was known to shun those around him and had no respect for anyone. Yet here he was, escorting a blind girl to the college, all while treating her respectfully. But regardless of his reputation, he felt responsible for this girls well-being, even though he had only known her for a short time. She looked so weak and helpless, but something stood out in her that made her appear strong and no matter how hard he tried, Jesse just couldn't put his finger on it. He smiled and opened the door to the main hall of the college, his previous thoughts erased from his mind. He didn't care anymore why she attracted him so, and for once he was quite happy to have someone to talk to. He knew she probably would not be there for long, but in the back of his mind he hoped that she would stay longer. An involuntary gasp escaped him as he realized what he was thinking, once again it conflicted with his attitude towards other people. What's gotten into him?
"Where am I taking you?" He asked her as he looked over a message board on the wall, it listed the classroom numbers and the professors assigned to each room. Jesse looked at her with a worried expression when she didn't answer. A huge window looked out over the beautiful green courtyard of the campus. The morning sun was shining through the window so brightly, all the lights in the hall were turned off as the sun fed light through the windows dotting the massive walls of the hall. Karinka stood before the window, her eyes were closed and her hands were rested on the clear glass as if she were feeling the sun's heat through the window.
"Can you see that?" Jesse hated to interrupt her, but his curiosity got the best of him.
"No..But I can feel it.." She opened her eyes and sighed, a saddened expression overwhelmed her peaceful visage. "I wish I could see it..I'm sure it's beautiful, whatever it may be." Kari turned around and felt through the air for Jesse until he took her hand, then she offered him a smile. Once again it looked so fragile and weak, he feared it would shatter.
"Where am I taking you Karinka?" He glanced back at the board and scanned through the names, ready to pick out their destination.
"Dr. Meraph's lab, please." Jesse grinned, he knew exactly where Dr. Meraph's lab was, but then he remembered how he was late for the exam. The good doctor would be quite angry he was late, but he shook his head, erasing those thoughts. It meant nothing now. He tugged her hand gently, indicating which direction to start walking in, then led her through the massive halls.