Cassie's P.O.V.
That was it. I had cracked. I reached way down deep in myself to my core. I could feel the anger in me begin to bubble over as i Screamed. My jaw clenched and the darkness that i had been fighting so long had rushed out of me. I had accessed my dark magic and now nothing anyone could do could stop me. I willed myself to be unrestarined and in that moment, my magic worked inside the circle of Oak Ash. Apperantly Dark Magic was the key to everything. The Oak Ash flew into the air and spread across the room as i pushed my way through the imaginary barrier. I ran to Nick's side and felt a single tear roll out against my cheek. I bent over him and could see him take a deep breath in. "I'm sorry, Cassie." his voice was almost a whisper. And then he blacked out. I took a shallow breath in as anger filled me completely. My new target was Boylan. As i searched for him i noticed that the entire room had stopped to face me. "The ancient one." was all Boylan said before I began reciting my words in Latin. They seemed to flow out of me like they were a daily prayer rather than an ancient language.
Invoco te in caligine respondere possem.
Obsecro te spiritus respondere possem.
Hunc perduc homo in aeterna passione.
Lumen non videbit amplius.
Et adducite eum ad inferos hunc occideret.
Accipite eum a saeculi mei,.
Sicut ego volo, sic erit.
Invoco te in caligine respondere possem.
Obsecro te spiritus respondere possem.
He began clutching his chest and choking back vomit. I did not slow in my anger and harsh words. I repeated the next words until he dropped to his death.
Sicut voluit, sic erit.
Sicut voluit, sic erit.
Sicut voluit, sic erit.
Sicut voluit, sic erit.
Sicut voluit, sic erit.
Sicut voluit, sic erit.
The henchmen soon followed him. Each had a relic that hovered over their bodies. The relics began to glow brighter and brighter until they exploded completely. I then turned to Nick's body which barely had a pulse. I set my hands over his wound and said my words softley.
Amor nisi de profundo inferni.
Sana vulnera eius, et statuit illum retro.
Meam dimittet amoris a messoribus tenaci.
Obsecro te spiritus.
Rescribere meam invoca.
Sicut ego volo, sic erit.
Nick seemed to suck in his next breath as though he had just been drowning. He clutched at his wound and found nothing. His shirt was stained with blood and there was a hole in his shirt where the bullet had pierced his skin, but nothing. Nick stared at me as if i was a miricale worker. Then his gaze softened and he seemed to see me more as a miricale itself. The good and bad of my inner-self seemed to be battling. He dragged himself to sit up and his hand grazed my cheek. At that moment the good in me conquered the darkness. I collapsed onto the ground, and saw nothing but blackness.