Ryan and Shawn ran down a long narrow stairs towards the Floodgates. A green-skinned demon with horns protruding from its head was standing in there way. Not for long. Ryan's hands turned icy cold with snow forming around his fingertips and formed an ice mace. Ryan swept his mace down and sweep the legs of the demon. It fell, screaming to the ground.
Ryan and Shawn continued running down the stairs. Shawn heard something driving towards them, he stopped his brother. A blue laser beam exploded into the wall. Ryan saw an orange skin demon standing on a roof of rock. " Spirit Whip!" Shawn's left arm glowed blue A long whip made of green energy appeared in his hand. Shawn pulled the whip back and lashed it into the demon's neck. The whip felt hefty in Shawn's arm. He pulled and pulled as hard as he could until the demon fell off the roof.
Ryan and Shawn reached the bottom of the stairs. It was dark. Ryan couldn't see in this darkness. It was like being on a cottage, uphill, and climbing down the stairs to the lake in the dark. One slip and he would fall in wet, gelid grass. Shawn could see in the darkness. He had what was called Spiritual-awareness.
" Just stay by me and everything will be okay," Shawn said.
" Should we hold hands?"
" No."
Ryan and Shawn were never the closest of friends let alone brothers. Being around each other antagonized the other. The only thing Shawn and Ryan seemed to agree on was killing demons. Their reasons were different. Ryan wasn't a hero. He liked to think he was a superhero or a secret agent taking down bad guys. Shawn liked to think about other people. Everything he did he wanted someone to be proud. He tried making his teachers proud, his parents proud, even strangers to be proud of him. Trying to help someone that would turn out to kill them was imminent.
Shawn sensed something coming. Ryan squeezed his brother's hand and moved to the right. A creature appeared. It came with tangled branches coming out of its back. The rest of its body was scales, yellow abdomen, and purple claws. It had purple eyes and neck, which was elongated to look like a giraffe neck. Ryan couldn't see this beast. The beast was sniffing for their scent. Shawn wavered towards Ryan, who's breath was miasmic from Dorito's and taco's, and covered his mouth.
" Quiet," Shawn said.
Shawn covered his own mouth. Shawn wasn't sure if he could cover his own breath, not like forcibly covering someone's mouth. When Shawn turned his head...he saw the beast standing up to him. Shawn trembled. It was standing so close to him he could smell its acrid breath wafting against his face. Shawn's face was ailing in green nauseous color. Shawn couldn't breath; his lungs were being poked by needles and air was exhaling inside his body. When Shawn thought he couldn't stay awake any longer a blood chilling voice holler at the beast. It was calling it back.
The creature galloped like a horse away from Shawn and left. Shawn could breath again. Air was good. Air was really good unless you were an animal that didn't need air. Shawn turned to his brother, who was sleeping on the ground. Shawn almost checked down to read his brothers pulse, his brother snored louder than a lion's roar.
" Please. Like you've never passed out in front of me before."
Shawn smirked. Only Ryan could be so calm when the entire world was about to be destroyed. Shawn's claws were antsy for demon flesh, so he wasn't so scared about a lot of demons showing up either Shawn pulled out a small green stone with a rune written on it. Shawn got this rune from a very important person in his life and he promised them he would carry this stone with him always. That person believed Shawn was the reckless type and thought the stone would give him good luck.
Shawn was too young to be a parent. It wasn't a parents job to help other parents with their kids or dealing with them when they turned eighteen. Shawn grabbed his brother's collar and dragged him through the darkness only he could see.
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" I hate you sire. I hate you very, very, very much. I hate you like wolves to sheep. I hate you like lions among hyena's. And tall demons to little mice of demons. Everything about you is vile and sick, like dead flesh."
" But you follow this dead flesh around like a fly. You filthy little demons can't get enough of my stink. It's the perfect aphrodisiac to you, like wisdom and intelligence. And I, my silver demon, I'm a fountain of brilliance. The coward of this shop, the little witless worm believes he can tempt the demons with freedom as if the Floodgate was his to give. I almost feel sorry for that idiotic demon."
" I hate you. I hate you so, so much."
" I could just teach that worm what real power is. I didn't peregrinate finding those Floodgates just for the helm to be interfered. But I rather not. I wan to see how those other witless humans fall and Koenma is distraught over his losses."