His breathe, his eyes, his body, every part of Dusk was shaking; and he didn't even know why. As the fire blazed more than ten feet in the air, every second he awaited to pray, hope to God himself that there would be nothing left when it died down. If not then he would be in dire peril. The flickering flames slowly died down, and Dusk's eyes reflected a kneeling figure, his arms resting over the respective knee it existed above, his face looked at Dusk, smiling the same he had been when it hit him. The white fox fell back to the ground, holding him up were only his arms, moving back and gazing in horror at the monster, the flames burning away at the skin harmlessly.
"N-No...that's not...possible..." Lucifer chuckled, getting up from his spot and walking towards the fox, taking his scythe out in front of him and stopping a few feet from him, looking don upon the now cowering mobian.
"...Of course it is. You honestly don't understand it do you?" The eyes moved closer, and Dusk thought he would cut him to ribbons any second. "I am not a demon." A short growl, and the scruff of Dusk's fur was grabbed and he was lifted up off the ground into the air, arm-length away, his hands prying at the hands, his legs trying to gain onto something. "I'm also not an angel..." Dusk's eyes widened, and he already knew what happened, and why it didn't work. He was again brought closer, this time their eyes were so close that Dusk needed to clench them from the pure heat emanating from the being. "I'm a mix of both..."
Dusk didn't know why he hadn't thought of it sooner. Of course. That was why he was untouchable to anything. He had been, thought not anymore, holy. And the spell was only meant to work upon demons. He was an angel, but yet he was a demon. His eyes flickered with humor, as the white fox was flung from his grip and out onto the floor once more.
"I'm immune boy. To all those spells in your little book, only a few would work for me. Too bad for you all the ones that wont work are the most powerful...all the rest won't affect me anyway...I'm simply too strong." A wide and wicked smirk spread across Lucifer's face, his hand forming a large fireball, and his massive clawed foot stepping onto the boy's chest, holding him their, as the very itself was sucked of life and air and all began to alight with a red glow, making the fear in Dusk apparent and the evil in Lucifer also more visible. "I...am an un-holy angel." Dusk could sense something now, he clenched his eyes, and his belly cramped with fear, the blood flowing through his veins twice as fast as usual, the air growing deathly hot, and sweat now dripping down his body, falling off his bangs, dripping down his face, flowing from under his arms, down his chest and stomach.
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"Yeah bro?..." The awkward silence that met Jeremy's ears while he sat on his bed disturbed him, the entire house seemed completely quiet, and just not until a moment ago he thought he had heard the TV on, maybe it was his imagination. His eyes narrowed a bit towards the door, but then the doorknob turned and he gave a loud gasp, his heart pounding like crazy and praying it was nothing to worry over. He took a deep internal sigh, as a tall white fox with blue eyes and an expressionless face entered the room, three large tails moving through the door's crack as it closed behind him.
Jeremy's face turned soft again, getting up from his bed with a creak and smiling as Dusk walked over, looking around the room as if in a trance of some sort. Jeremy raised an eyebrow, and somewhere in his mind, as he looked over Dusk he wondered if something was wrong, his eyes were more...more, they didn't look laid back any more, they looked as if he was back in the middle of a fight with one of the lords. Concentrated, half frowning, on edge. His hand fumbled around the surface of the drawer, eyes somewhere else, but not there. Anywhere but there. "...Dusk? Are you ok?" It took a moment for him to respond, but a moment later he shook his head, and his usual mona-losa like smile returned and he moved forward to the lesser fox and ruffled his hair.
"...Yeah, sorry, spacing out." Jeremy tried to smile a bit more, and he looked up the arm on his head, messing up the fur, and up into the light blue eyes. There he could feel the similar warm feeling of protectiveness he always got when starring into those duel orbs, and he could dive into them like a warm lake and stay there all day. He felt himself being turned around, and Dusk's arm went down his shoulder, but he kept his distance, and smiled sideways down at him. "Hey, how about pizza?" Jeremy's eyes lit up and he grinned.
"Yeah, sure! I'd love some." Dusk smiled and chuckled, rubbing his side as he walked, and goaded Jeremy into going with him, leading him out of his room, and out into the living room. His eyes looked around, and for some weird reason Jeremy felt weird, and he looked around the entire space, but couldn't make anything of it. It was incredibly hot. He looked up at Dusk as they reached the door, and opened it, and there Jeremy kept his body from going any further, not until his question was answered. For only a moment, when Dusk felt the tug, his eyes flashed a crimson shade, but instantly returned a moment later, and he turned to the younger fox.
"...What is it?" Jeremy's gaze faced away, so he couldn't of possibly seen Dusk's disturbing scowl, before he turned and his face remained a smile.
"...Why is it do damn hot?" Dusk looked back into the empty, silent living room and gave a slight single chuckle that lasted a single note.
"I dunno. Guess that means there aren't any spirits within a couple miles huh?" Jeremy smiled and chuckled, and Dusk smiled to himself, a deathly glint in his eyes as both of the fox's made their way out of the house, and left it silent.
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"No!...J-Jer-Ack!" The large clawed foot dug deeper into his chest, blood flowing a bit more, and making him give more struggles and yelps of pain, growling at the over towering monster to grin in an evil fashion, looking to the door to his left and then give a hearty laugh.
"Oh shit, there go's your trump card." Dusk growled more, both hands pushing up against the foot, sometimes getting it to move a few inches, before it slammed down again, all in a pointless attempt in Satin's eyes. His face then moved downwards, bending in an inhuman amount right to Dusk's face and held his fireball close, burning right next to the kitsune's face. So hot he could hardly bare it. "The final demon lord, as I realised I'd need someone to keep your little brat out of my horns while I dispose of you...so, I called upon him one more time."
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"Which place are we going?" Again Jeremy was met by a deadly silence he got to dislike more and more of it the more every time it happened now. Eventually he looked up at Dusk, now walking next to him more faster than he was which was also something weird in itself. Dusk walked normal, always, unless someone was in danger he stayed calm even down to walking without any eagerness.
"...I dunno, anywhere you wanna go."
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Lucifer again cackled, laughing at the fox's now close to screaming, the flickering flames burning the tips of his muzzle. Finally it was pulled away and in an instant the white fox was kicked in the side as the demon rose and drove his clawed feet into the soft flesh, sending another gash to cause blood to fly, the body hitting the opposite wall across the room, near the dinning room table, and slumped to the floor, head hanging forward, and sitting motionless.
"...Hahahahahah...no reason they couldn't of killed you...besides no brains." He walked over, eyes not leaving the body the entire time, reaching it he leaned down, his head at the fox's level, although head slumped, he could not see his eyes. "...Well let's stop playing around, once your gone I'll give my little friend the signal to finish off your brother." He stayed silent for a moment, and he assumed Dusk knocked out. Taking the scythe he rose, aiming it and grinning. "...Look at this way, you'll finally be able to be with your brother in your favorite place...I bet you'll be very popular up there." The razor gleamed, reflecting the fox's body in it's mirror like surface. "As long as your out of my horns forever...I don't care!" The scythe swung downward, aiming right for his neck, to cleave off his head, just as the fox's hand twitched.