The small and old room was submerged in dense darkness, just a few shy rays of lights coming from the public lighting in the streets filtering through the only window. The atmosphere inside was heavy and suffocating, the seconds passing like hours in that frozen moment in time where you could only hear the increasing growlings approaching the balcony and the wild beating of Ara's heart, standing next to the bed with a spear gripped between her hands. She was waiting, and so was the night. Everything suspended in a single moment of expectation, a prelude to the shattering peace of a sleeping town.
The cat was alert; its glowing eyes fixated on the expectating girl in the middle of the room, the ears twitching at the sounds that were crawling closer and closer to the end of that silent agony. The wooden floor creaked hauntingly under the pressure of her feet, the leaves of the trees under the window rustled softly with the gentle movement of the wind. The accusatory noise of predation became louder and louder as the moment of culmination got nearer.
Then it happened. The horde of demonic creatures bursted inside the bedroom with atrocious whimpers of hunger that broke the quietness of that night into a thousand pieces. They roared and growled with ripping throats along with she shattering of glass and broken wood. The air became gelid inside with laments and dragged feet across the old floor. Dozens of bony, sharp hands reached for the woman's body and those glowing red eyes looked at her with hunger. Dense, dark liquid started to splash all over the room, staining the walls, covering the floor as the phylum of her spear pierced through the demons with expertice, penetrating on their flesh and breaking through their guts with shrill groans of agony and splattering. She moved swiftly and quickly to raze through the group of demons, but it seemed to be increasing. The sound of claws digging into the stone of the exterior walls was still getting louder and louder, as more and more beasts crawled towards the entrance to her room. It was endless, no matter how fast she managed to slash them with her weapon or how many she shook off her limbs, they kept coming and their number wasn't reducing. The cat was impassively sitting on the bed, watching the scene with unshakable mien.
There was only one way to fix it, and it didn't even matter to her how much it was going to cost her. Taking a few quick steps towards the bed she grabbed the cat from under its front legs and accomodated it on her left shoulder, fast enough to not let it protest or try to squirm out of her grasp. To her surprise, it didn't move. Now that the small feline had been put out of potential danger, she extended the arm that was still holding the spear, gathering the powerful words of the spell inside her mind. As she closed her eyes, sharp claws started to grab onto her limbs, but there was no stoping to what she had started, and soon the words started to slip easily through her lips.
Just like it happened the two previous times, the magical vortex started to form in the center of room with an incredible suction force that created powerful whirls of wind around it. She kept chanting it stoically, knowing it was going to be the only chance for her to defeat the increasing horde of demons crawling to her bedroom. The center gap of the vortex, surrounded by extremely bright light, started to suck in everything around it. From the helpless bodies of the growling demons, to their corpses and the furniture inside the small room. It was starting to be extremely hard to stay put and avoid the strength of the wind that wanted to attract everything towards the unrelenting void. Everything near enough the center of that chaos was helplessly supressed inside of it, before its strength finally gave in and it sucked itself to disappearance.
She stumbled backwards, using the wall behind her as support for her tired body. She was notoriously weaker, her limbs nearly asleep due to what the casting of that spell had taken out of her in exchange. Her heartbeats were wildly pressing against her chest and the rythm of her breathing agitated her to exhaustion. She could barely hold onto her spear, but it still remained secure on her palms. But all that effort had been useless. More and more demons were crawling on the walls and coming inside, and she didn't have enough strength to keep fighting. The adrenaline that rushed inside her veins pushed her to go on, taking a few more creatures with her spear, but it was going to be impossible to defeat them at this rate.
There was only one thing she could do at this point, and it was going to be enough time to make her completly vulnerable to their attacks. But if she wanted to survive the night, she had to do it. The magic of incantation was once again the only answer; the restoration spell Add had taught her was going to be the hope she'd had to cling to in order to stay alive for longer. To keep fighting.
Leaning her back against the wall in an attempt of saving the little energy she had left, she did her best to focus and concentrate on the memories that were rushing back to her mind. She tried to slow down the rythm of her breathing, putting all her effort in remembering the spell correctly. Her lips started to move quickly along with the verses that were burnt inside her memory; demonic hands pulling of her legs, sharp fang digging on her flesh. But she couldn't fight, not now. If only she could a few more minutes.
The black cat jumped off her shoulder and onto the floor, standing pridefully right in front of her. The demons were going to kill it for sure, but she couldn't focus in that, it was too much. Her attention had to be entirely on the casting of the spell only, even if it meant a few sacrifices had to be done, including herself. What happened next was something she didn't expect even in her wildest dreams.
In front of her eyes the small animal stood in two legs, slowly and progressively growing in size and little by little morphing into what seemed to be a human body. She saw the figure of a tall man standing in front of her, with skinny yet muscular body and long, silvery hair falling on the broad back that she knew all too well. It was Add, there was no doubt. She would have called out to him, she would have asked how that happened or what was going on, but there was no time to do any of that. There was only one task that could have her attention. And he knew that.
Her voice full of despair as she recited the incantation was the background sound for a the grotesque scenery that was unfolding in front of her. As the demons approached, Add grabbed their heads one by one to twist them to a side, creating an opening for him to dig his fangs on that greyish skin and bite the neck, tearing it apart when the head was pulled even further, ripping it off brutally. His strength was unbelievable, dismembering the demonic creatures with ease by just pulling and bitting and clawing. She saw his red eyes glowing in the dark room, a ferocious expression worthy of a beast disfiguring his handsome face even further, with gums that showed and gritting teeth permanently visible as he roared loudly and bit off pieces of flesh, showering himself with dark blood. The noises that came out of him were those of an angry wolf, mercilessly devouring whatever crossed his path and turning it to pieces of dripping meat and unmoving limbs and heads. The room was covered in blood from the ceiling to the floor.
He protected her fiercly from any demon that tried to approach her, leaving her space to finish the incantation without disturbances. Once the last words had been pronounced, her body was engulfed completely by a warm sensation of relief that slowly started to fill her entirely. She could feel the energy flowing back to her like a resurrection. For now, it was enough to give her the capability of fighting, so she joined him without delay. Together they went through each wave of demons that managed to come inside, their members scattered over the floor and the dark liquid of their veins splattering all over the place as the flesh was ripped and teared apart over and over and over again with the spear, claws and fangs.
Only when the last one of them had been completely destroyed they were able to rest. The continuous succession of demons couldn't last forever, and it was only possible for them to endure through them long enough to see its end. Ara's breathing was agitated, but it was nothing compared to the beastly restlessness of that man who had been taken over by a beast. He was agitated, standing in the middle of the room with his red eyes wide open and visible fangs. They were both completely covered in the blood of the demons, but it was also dripping generously from his fingers and his chin, covering his mouth and splattered on his face.
The relief and emotion of survival overflowed them, and she looked with affection at the man who had surrendered to the beast inside of him to protect her and give her the time she needed. Even if it was a terrifying version of himself, even if the dangerous red of his irises was glowing threateningly in the dark and black blood was dripping from his exposed fangs and murderous fingers, she came to understand something about him. She understood something about herself.
She stepped closer to him, making the distance between them disappear slowly as both of her hands cupped his stained cheeks. A quiet growl came out of his throat, but she didn't care. Something was flooding her veins, something that made her heart pound with more strength than fear. Grazing his lips with warmth she pressed her body against his, locking their mouths in a bloody kiss. His agitation slowly fading away.
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