Amon hung over the collapsed teen, blood matting and dripping from his fur. Not a single one of the opposing demons ever stood a chance, but there was still a great threat. The faint pain Amon felt was still present and he knew it was worse on his counterpart's side. He stared down at him and released an unpleased sigh.
"Ah, you can't go one minute without nearly getting yourself killed? This was supposed to be my night off," he jested limply. However, there was a sincere concern in his voice Amon didn't want to acknowledge, as he gently brought the boy into his arms. The commotion around them was too much, he needed to get him somewhere safe. His wings opened and he flew out of the fiery village. He came to a clearing on the unkempt outskirts of town and set Akira on the ground.
He looked down at the motionless human piteously. As much as the kid irked him at times, he couldn't help but feel a soft spot for him. Amon may have felt just a twitch of guilt somewhere deep inside him, but it was enough to begrudgingly convince himself to act. He allowed a portion of his energy to reenter the boy, lending it to heal his wounds. The demon watched as the injuries quickly began to shrink and subside. This was a gamble though, the longer he transferred the energy to mend the damage, the more he felt himself being dragged back into his host. He could see Akira's body begin to shift, becoming one much more muscular and lean, as his own was fading to a purplish hue and becoming bluer by the second. His whole appearance was changing to show like that of their shared demonic shape and like a vacuum he was being pulled deeper in. Amon felt his heart jump as he instantly cut ties between them again. Akira still had a few blemishes here and there, but he'd be fine.
The legendary beast clutched his arms around himself as he slowly backed away, eyeing Akira from a distance. He could see him beginning to stir and coupled with that he could hear another presence darting through the tree line. That was enough for him, Amon lifted himself into the sky and vanished into the night.
Akira's head felt like lead as he started to lift it, and all he heard was the drowning hum within his own ears. He could see the frame of a person advancing towards him before he heard what he was actually saying. All he could tell was that the look on Ryo's face was acute with fear.
"Akira! Akira there you are!" Ryo's voice finally broke through. "I've been looking all over for you."
Akira's body shivered as he reevaluated his surroundings. A flush of hope filled him before immediately depriving it. He stared down at his body and the look of cheated rage etched his features.
"No, no! This doesn't make any sense!?" he sulked.
"What are you talking about? What doesn't make sense?" Ryo was lost trying to understand Akira's new plight.
Akira was practically seething trying to get out his words, "I had him! I had him Ryo! I was Devilman again! But I woke up looking like this! I'm not supposed to be this fragile little human anymore! I'm supposed to be saving these people right now, and I can't! And I know it couldn't have been a dream because my wounds are gone!" Akira yelled, lifting his shirt to display the faint scar that was left on his belly.
"Okay, okay let's calm down now-" Ryo attempted to deescalate his agitation but was cut short.
"No! No, I won't, I have to go find that damned demon and bring him back right now!" Akira was flustered as he fumbled back to his feet.
"You already tried that and nearly died! I'm not gonna let you just run back out there!" Ryo shot back, gripping him by the arm. Akira tore his arm back and whipped around to his stunned friend.
"Don't you get it? I have to Ryo! I have to! This isn't me! I'm not this person anymore, I can't exist like this anymore! I have to get Amon back; I have to do it now or die trying…" Akira affirmed severely. He held some remorse seeing Ryo's distress, he knew it all came from care, but running away isn't what he needed, he needed Amon. "I'm sorry, Ryo…"
Ryo was quiet and thoughtful; it wasn't until a sigh subdued him did he find the words to speak again.
"Akira, I don't know how you feel, but I do know this is important to you. I understand that, but you need to understand that I'm not gonna watch my friend be killed, and that's just as important to me. Now isn't the time, we'll fix this, but not here, it's not reasonable," Ryo was oddly gentle, but never so assertive.
The burning that was roaring in Akira's chest was at last beginning to die out, as his expression became enervated. He swallowed hard and his body stood absolutely drained.
"How? We're just gonna go home and let him get away? What if he wants to hurt people? Who knows what the demons might be wanting to do? Look what they did to this village!" Akira insisted.
"Either way there's nothing you can do about it right now. That's just a fact. Running in blindly doesn't save anybody!" Ryo retorted indignantly. Akira didn't speak back, there was nothing he could deny, but that didn't stop the frightful pangs in his heart. His own foreboding was eating him alive, but there was nothing left in him to counteract it. He locked his hopeless gaze to the ground.
"What am I supposed to do then? I can't go home, not like this, Miki would hate it…" his worries dribbled out his mouth.
Ryo's eyes closed and he breathed, seeming to suck up as much patience as he could.
"Well, if I'm being honest, I doubt that's true," admitting that was like trying to chug vinegar, but he knew he had to. "But even if it was, I'm pretty sure she'd hate to see you in a casket even more," Ryo finished mopey.
It took a moment, but Akira slowly came around and glanced back up to Ryo.
"Thank you, Ryo. I guess you're right…"
"Of course, I'm right, now come on, we'll head back and think of a new plan," Ryo placed his hand comfortingly on Akira's shoulder.
"Alright," Akira nodded his head as he walked beside Ryo, making their way back to the car. One last incline compelled Akira to take a final look at the village in ruins. The sight was gruesome, Akira could only guess what the point of this attack actually was, and why Amon had been there at all.
Amon soared over the carnage with a troubled look, he wanted no more to do with this. The whole endeavor had felt counteractive to his goal, and only worsened his self-perception. He didn't feel right, normally he loved war and chaos, but this wasn't a level playing field. He would have kept going and overlooked the madness below him but there was one thing that made him glance twice.
A standoff between human and demon warriors was taking place underneath him, and it seemed the human's weaponry was overtaking the smaller fleet of devils. Usually this would raise no interest in him, but there was a figure that demanded his attention. It was the shape of a demon, a devil born of frost and carved in ice. The wings on Amon's head leapt up feeling the shock overtake his body.
"It couldn't be," he mumbled to himself amazed. Without even thinking his wings pulled in and he landed close to the tumult battle. His sights shuffled through the demons looking for the one that beckoned him here in the first place. Searching through so much mayhem was bad enough, but the humans had decided to raise their puny arms against him now too. He rolled his eyes.
Moving in further and away from the surrounding humans. He tried to get a better scent, but with so much smoke and blood in the air it was nearly impossible. The more he went in the more he saw devils laying in torment, crawling for their limited lives. Many demons attempted to save their allies but never got the chance to succeed. They were falling back and trying to retreat it was clear, yet the humans wouldn't relent.
Despite their questionable reasons for raiding in the first place, Amon witnessed his brethren's hurting and felt genuinely sorry for them. His powers were immense, and they were in need. Perhaps, he wondered, just to spare these few demons, he could be their hero one last time.
He flapped his wings and hovered just over the war zone. He really didn't want to have to mess with the humans all that much, he just needed to grant the demons a chance to escape. He split the two sides with a wall of flame. The human soldiers fell back in horror on one side, but it wasn't long before they started directing their heavier gunfire on the massive demon. His efforts seemed to be in vain as the barrier of fire was proving fruitless to hold back the human's assault. Amon sneered, he could hear his own kind's helpless pleads and his spirit went out to them. If the men wouldn't take the countless hints, then he'd have no choice but to grant them no mercy.
Finally, Amon's brow furrowed and with a loud roar he granted the humans their bloodbath. He flew over the blaze and met the military forces on their own ground. They shot at him with all kinds of ammunition, but nothing left a large enough impression. He trampled through them like insects, their weapons he crushed and their vehicles he flung out of sight. He could smell their terror, but it gave him no glory. He was winning but this wasn't a fight he ever desired, it was merely doing what needed to be done. Aside from the other demon's cheers he felt empty.
What was left of the human soldiers went scurrying back to wherever they had come from. Amon wouldn't chase them down, for him this was all but finished. When he returned to the demon side of the field, they watched him cautiously but rose into reverence. He was shocked stiff upon suddenly hearing their elated shouts expanding through the small troop. He looked over them in disbelief and soon came to smile weakly.
"Amon has returned to us!"
"Demonkind is saved!" their voices exclaimed.
Amon recalled this from long ago. It was like a trip of nostalgia, only much humbler than his past celebrations. He nearly allowed a glow to arise on his features but that was stopped along with a new arrival.
A demon ascended before Amon and the rest of the warriors, with its head held high. Amon immediately didn't like it. This demon was from the council, and Amon had a sinking feeling what it wanted.
"Amon! Isn't it good to be back?" the demon had a slimy smile. He didn't respond aside from drawing back the wings on his head disapprovingly.
"Perhaps you're still a tad sour after being cooped up so long hmm?" it responded slyly. The crimson devil turned away with a snort.
"I don't have time for this," Amon spoke bluntly, starting to take off on his own.
"Oh, please you mustn't leave, this is your very own welcoming party after all! Your host desperately wants to see you," the demonic minion grinned vilely.
Amon wasn't even surprised. He felt the anger seep through his expression flipping his head back to view the pesky twerp.
"You can tell him I'd rather go straight back to Hell then ever see him again! Especially after what he did here tonight!" He spat behind him.
The meager devil for whatever reason wasn't at all in shock. Instead, it steadily brought its hands together with an unfriendly grin.
"I'm afraid he simply won't accept no for an answer…" the demon replied impishly.
"Oh, he sure will be disappointed then," Amon kept walking without glancing back.
The council's lackey shook its head slowly and finally acknowledged the rest of the on looking devils.
"Well, well, well, this certainly won't do will it? We need him, he saved all your lives, you don't want him to just leave and return to being that child's prisoner, right?"
"Well of course not."
"Devilman is a plague to us all!" they murmured unanimously.
"I know, I know and poor Amon, he is lost. We must return him to the correct path. He may have failed once, but the circumstances have changed, he must reclaim his destiny. His power will be the key to our survival and our victory!" the demon insisted, pacing around the others.
"Yeah, we need him!"
"Down with Devilman!"
"Yes, and therefore, I am recruiting you all, under king Zennon's orders, to retrieve Amon and bring him back to our tribe, at all costs!"
The troop of Devils roared with glee and exhilaration, they bustled over each other after Amon. The unknowing warrior stomped on fuming to himself. He sensed the other demons begin to follow him, resulting in his slumped posture and resenting attitude.
"Ugh, listen here, don't make me regret saving you all! Now turn tail and get back to your masters, alright!" he snapped back to them in a puff.
"Amon you must return to us, the demon tribe needs you!"
"Yes, you saved us, you can save all of us!"
"You must retake your place on the council, Zennon ordered you-"
"He can bark orders till he keel's over, I don't take them from him or anyone!" Amon retorted defensively to the circling devils.
The other demons seemed to get a bit ruffled, muttering to each other.
"You mean you aren't going to help us? But back there you did, why wouldn't you…?" one of the soldiers questioned in disbelief. Amon's head shook and his hands came to hover around his skull, as if to dispel the query.
"Look, look I do want to help, okay? I've been trying to find the right strength to save everyone on my own, but I hardly have enough time to save myself tonight, ya get it? I did you a favor, now do me one and get off my back!" he spoke breathlessly. The demons watched him in a tense silent pause.
"So that's it, you're just gonna wait around some more?" a devil finally spoke out. "You've had millions of years to do that and turned up nothing! That's why you failed the first time! Are you actually even the shadow of God, or even a match for him!?"
Amon's face was fierce with a shaking breath, "I, I don't- I don't know alright! I was fragmented at birth and locked away, maybe I'm not; I-I want to save everyone but I…"
The other demons looked betrayed, "We thought you were the demon hero? Amon the brave, Amon of legends, The Devil! It's your duty to deliver our kind, you're just gonna turn your back on us again? On your destiny!?"
"I didn't ask for it!" he roared.
Each and every demon there became still at attention. It was a drowning silence outwardly but internally Amon heard his own heart racing within his ribcage. The fact that he had turned and was running away didn't catch up to him tell much later. His body knew without instruction that he needed to escape.
The rest of the demon pack stayed their ground staring on at a complete loss.
"Well come on!" A demon at last broke through. "We have to go after him. He's no hero but we can't let Devilman remerge again either. For Zennon and demonkind!" The devils through their disappointment cheered along and heeded the commands, giving in to the real chase.
Pieces of Amon's life flashed in front of him as he ran. He remembered his younger days when he was reckless and carefree. He lived in the wilds like any other demon surviving day to day and outwitting his foes. It was small but content, getting by was never a worry for him, and he craved a challenge. His might was great, greater than he ever understood, and he wasn't the only one who noticed. A raspy bark broke through his daze, another demon pounced a top him. Amon reacted suddenly, flipping himself over in a roll crushing the offender in a swift swoop. He returned to his sprint now more vigilant, but he felt the hauntings of his past still lurking in the recesses of his mind.
One opponent after another fell to his claws, the demons he had just went out of his way to save. The demons that just moments ago had viewed him as another heroic demon, praising him for his valiance, were gone. His heart felt heavy yet hollow, with each of their lives he took, the weight only got that much more intense. He tried so hard and for what? What was any of this for?
Another vision ripped its way to the forefront of his mind, the demons, his own kind worshipping him like a god, only to ultimately despise him as an outcast. He was a tool, a weapon to be used and put away when no longer needed, to be discarded when outspoken. This was his past, no, this was his existence, it has never changed. He wanted to scream, it was like the world was closing up around him, confining him. He never broke free from that cage.
"Hey, stop!" the voice crashed into his consciousness and a barrage of snow slowed his progress. Amon was coming back to his wits abruptly, shaking the snow from him and scanning the area for its source. A touch of much welcomed elevation graced his soul on who it may have come from.
"Amon?" the voice was soft. He whipped his head to see the voice's owner and when he did, he nearly lost his footing.
"Nix?" Amon's tone was quiet but brimming with newfound joy. The being he witnessed was a demon coated in an icy skin and a human-like shape. Behind his head was a hood-like appendage shaped like a snowflake and his face matched the same growing excitement of Amon's.
"Amon!" Nix cried out happily rushing towards the hulking demon.
"Nix!" Amon was just as ecstatic, opening his arms to him and catching him in a tight brotherly hug.
"Sinister Satan, I thought you were dead, we all did! But you're back! You're back and just as ugly as I remember!" Nix teased giving Amon a slight punch to the shoulder.
Amon chuckled with him, "I know, and I was always the looker between us too."
Nix shook his head scoffing, "Oh please you wish. Hey, where are you rushing off too anyway? Got into some trouble without me huh? This is your party after all I suppose."
"Ugh, yeah you could say that…" He responded bummed being reminded of the trouble he was in. He took another look around, the other demons seemed to have lost him for the time being, he exhaled strongly. "Nix, you have no idea how great it is to see you," Amon spoke sincerely.
"I bet, I mean what could you do without me, we're the old team after all, fire and ice!" Nix said with an ornery smirk. "You're the only reason I'm running around with these clowns anyway."
"Oh?" Amon tilted his head.
"Yeah, rumor was going around that your old pal Zennon was missing you and heard you might be coming back. He sent the invite out to a select few demons, but I found out too, like Hell I'd miss this."
"You little party crasher, aren't you just trembling at the thought of the great, high and mighty Zennon finding you here," Amon exaggerated mockingly. Nix bust into a fit of laughter.
"Oh, dearie me whatever will I do? It's not like I have the champion of all demons to back me up, or something."
"Nah, you're right, you're doomed," Amon joked.
Nix gave him another energized shove, that Amon mischievously returned. The two went back and forth roughing each other up some before the legendary demon began to ease himself. Catching up with Nix was proving to be the highlight of his night so far. He began to feel hopeful, wondering if perhaps there was a chance to make this even better.
"Hey Nix, you wouldn't have happened to have seen Nike around would you?" he asked skeptically.
Nix became slightly muddled, "No, I think the last time I saw her was, well, the last time I saw you."
Amon's gaze drooped, but he did his best to mask it, "Oh well, I know better places to check for her anyway. I just figured if all this were done for me, maybe she'd have been waiting here, kinda like you did."
Nix's expression turned to one of consoling, he knew his friend covered up a lot, but he could always see through him. He placed a friendly hand on his shoulder.
"Hey Amon, it'll be alright, she may not have even emerged yet, you know?"
Amon was thankful for his kindness, but the worry in him loomed. However, even that soon took a backseat to what was coming next. Amon sensed more devils beginning to swarm around his location again. He took on a ferocious stance and felt all that plagued him resurface to the forefront of his mind.
"What's going on?" Nix questioned, taking notice to his changing demeanor.
"They just never give up…" Amon complained.
Nix acquired a better look at the offending demons and instantly had a better understanding of the situation.
"Zennon's boys? You're running from the law, again aren't you?" Nix asked excitedly.
"Some things never change…" Amon smirked.
"Well, I'd say we better make it interesting then," Nix had a naughty face as he readied his powers. When he saw one of the other demons coming a little too close, he released a frigid attack, freezing the devil in place.
"Looks like you still got it," Amon commented.
"Yeah, but the question is do you?" the icy demon quirked his brow.
"Oh, unfortunately…" Amon shook his head with a light smile. Without even looking he made short work of another devil attempting to sneak up behind him.
"Yeah! Now that's what I've missed!" Nix hopped in elation, darting off in front of his friend. Amon followed after him and the two were off weaving through the forest and each other, bowling through as many enemies as they could. Fire spued and ice slew all across the way. The killing itself wasn't much in Amon's taste, even if he knew he had no other choice but to do so but fighting alongside Nix brought back pleasant memories. It was like he was in his heyday all over again, the short time in his life he believed he could get away with anything and do anything.
At last, both him and Nix started to decline in their little spree, reconnecting with each other through heavy breaths and bathed in blood. Nix was laughing like a mad man and it proved contagious as Amon himself couldn't help but join in.
"I had forgotten what a good team we made, it's like me and my boy when we're actually in sync," Amon chuckled. Nix however slowly stopped, as his eyes looked up to Amon puzzled.
"Well, it's not really a team if one party is being held against their will," Nix joked nervously.
"Hmm? Yeah, well sometimes…" Amon's demeanor had become mellow, whereas Nix's seemed to be becoming more on edge. Nix placed himself directly in Amon's eye line now, dropping any jovial airs he had.
"Um, Amon, buddy? That kid wants to use you to wipe out all demonkind, remember? I mean yeah, there's some that can go for all I care, but he murders anyone and without reason. Just being a demon, he'll kill you," Nix responded with seriousness.
"Look, I don't exactly agree with every decision the kid makes," Amon brushed it off, but Nix was clearly becoming perturbed.
"Amon don't tell me you have some say of what's going on when you two are like that. It's a tragedy what he's doing to you and to all of us, you can't just wave it off! I mean he's killed some of my closest friends, some of your friends!" Nix retorted.
"Well, half the time that stuff happens the other demons are trying to kill us anyway, what am I supposed to do? Not defend myself?"
"The other half you start it though," Nix said gravely.
"Nah, no you don't understand. I don't, the kid does," Amon said sterner.
"Alright, so he does use you then?" he iterated.
"Well, no, look it's hard to explain, it's not exactly just him or just me, it's not that simple. The being so graciously named Devilman," Amon rolled his eyes. "That name wasn't even the kid's idea, it's so stupid, but anyway, Devilman is a being that possesses both our abilities. He has my strength and fighting will, and the kid's heart. Together we have the potential of becoming an even better being than before. Problem is the kid and I don't always agree, and he's bad at taking my advice, but I do have my influences here and there," Amon described aloofly. Nix's expression was less than impressed, as a matter of fact a shred of hurt was seeping through.
Nix's shoulders came up to cradle his head as his hands flailed disbelieving, "O-okay, fine whatever it is. You can't tell me you're doing this deliberately though?"
Amon's features were at a discourse, he struggled to find that right wording, "Well, here this will be our little secret since you're my friend. I am doing this deliberately, kinda, see it's all part of my plan to save demonkind. I wouldn't have merged with the kid in the first place for no other reason."
"You're doing a terrible job," Nix stated coarsely. "What are you even talking about? You fused with the kid because Satan summoned you, right? Or did I hear wrong?"
"Nix you know me better than that, I wouldn't listen to anything Lucifer told me to do. Yeah, he summoned me there, but I chose to merge with the kid," Amon corrected mildly appalled.
"How is this helping any demons Amon, huh? Answer me that!?" Nix raised his voice.
Amon had been scolded many times before, but never by Nix. There was a particular sting to this conversation he wanted to back away from. The crimson warrior allowed his body to subside slightly, attempting to clear the uncomfortable air.
"Nix…" his voice was low and settled. "I realize it looks bad and I know I've done some pretty bad things for demons. I'm still working on it all, but I think I've figured out what Nike was talking about. This strength she theorized about that demons didn't understand, I found it! I'm just now figuring it out myself, but it's like the strength between Nike and I, or the strength you and I have together. Hell, I think demons must have it because those other demons were just trying to save each other, it's comradery. And there's some types that are stronger than others and it comes in different ways, it's fascinating! The humans refer to it as love, and I think the best means of survival for everyone, not just humans or demons is to coexist, harnessing this love."
Nix eyed him with a severe unblinking gaze, "…Amon, what's wrong with you? The Amon I knew respected strength, but he'd never bow down to what oppressed him. You've gone insane!"
Amon shook his head disagreeably, "No, Nix hear me out-"
"No, you hear! I'm sure this isn't what Nike meant! She may have meant comradery among fellow demons, but I doubt she'd stand for the slaughtering you've committed and label it salvation!"
Amon's brow creased and his lip curled, "How would you know? You didn't have a problem with her first theory! You know how many higher up demons called that crazy too? Hell, I thought it was crazy! Thinking a demon could be strong without brute strength? You'd be dead if I didn't save you and give you a chance to hone your ice abilities to survive Nix!"
Nix seemed disarmed for a moment as he staggered to speak again, "T-that's different, you're letting that kid kill aimlessly though! And for what? In the name of demons? It sounds like your idea of saving everyone is having everyone be a devilman! To be trapped and controlled just like you!"
Amon drew back as his eyes spread open and the wings on his head stood at attention. The look on his face was wounded and even Nix forced himself to break their gaze ashamedly. Nix crossed his arms and wrinkled his features.
A heavy breath left the demon champion, "Nix… I'm sorry, I didn't want our reunion to end up this way. I'm so happy to see you still, you've been the best thing that's come up tonight for me, you're my best friend."
Nix hesitated, and when he looked back to Amon his expression was pressing.
"Am I?"
Amon turned his head confusedly, "What do you mean…?"
"Well, Sirene was your friend too, wasn't she? Heck, you too used to be a bit of a thing, remember. You know, she never did get over you, and you killed her anyway."
Amon's head quivered as his eyes frisked about anxiously. The interrogation was overwhelming the ancient warrior.
"Uh, umm… Look Nix, it was a complicated situation, I didn't want Sirene dead. She was a good comrade, and I was close to her for a time, b-but she just would never let anything go and she took everything too far. She kept trying to tell me what to do and I-I just didn't-"
"So, you kill her?" Nix asked accusingly.
"No, no it wasn't exactly like that, she was going to kill us!"
"So, you did knowingly kill her…" Nix's voice was brittle. "Would you kill me?"
Amon felt as though he had been struck still by lighting hearing those words leave his friend's mouth. Nix stood there before him no longer displaying anger but anguish. Amon could feel his pulse in his ears as his mind scrambled to correct this falsity.
"No…no Nix of course not…"
"What if I thought you were a threat though; would you see me as one too? Would you care if I died at your hands?"
Amon's voice escaped him, all he could do was shake his head back and forth, his eyes brimming with regret.
"I-I'm still working on keeping the control in balance, but I would never mean you any harm Nix…"
"So, you're not sure then," Nix turned away, closing his arms around himself. It was like torture seeing the faith in his friend evaporate before him. Worst of all he hated how he couldn't deny that point, as much as he'd hate too, he wouldn't know how Akira might react to him. Why couldn't the kid just trust him, he never cared to hear him, or any other side he needed him, but he was also limited by him. This truth ate him alive.
"Nix please…" he started apologetically but was disrupted one last time by more oncoming demons. He could have roared in frustration. The other demons wouldn't stop until he fled for real and they were coming up quickly. Amon didn't want to be followed by them; he ducked beneath a small trench and forest debris hoping they would pass him by and grant him his getaway. Nix witnessed him take cover but didn't keep his attention on him as he noticed the rest of the devil horde rushing to meet him.
"Hey you! Have you seen Amon around here?"
"His scent is strong here, where did he go?"
Nix twisted his head to the side keeping a firm expression. Amon's breath was held, he knew this was it, and he couldn't even blame him. After all the things he'd done, intentionally or not, he understood Nix's feelings would be hurt. Whatever was to come he deserved it. He closed his eyes graciously and awaited for Nix to expose him to the hunting demons.
"I saw him…" Nix began flatly. "He went up that way, you'll probably still be able to catch him."
Amon's maw gaped open and his eyes gleamed with astonishment.
"Great, come on let's move!" the troops hurried off. Nix stayed still until they were well over the horizon. Amon waited himself and when he knew all was clear he rose back to his feet and his stare stuck to Nix. The frozen demon's body lifted slightly with a breath before he finally looked back to Amon.
There were many questions there that never went asked. The silent contact between them spoke for itself and with-it Amon steadily allowed a warmness to surface his features. There was a present sadness to Nix but a faint smirk brightened him.
"Thank you, my friend," Amon nodded earnestly.
"Yeah…" he smiled. "Now get out of here Amon," he said softly.
Amon tipped his head affirmingly and just like that he was set loose. He was still reeling from the whole ordeal and nothing made sense in his mind yet, but it didn't have to. He knew where he needed to be next and nothing would stand in his way. The vast demon unfolded his wings and was set to take off when he heard it.
"Going so soon Amon? We have so much to catch up on..."