Green light devour the streets cobblestones and Munakata feels as if he' fighting a witch.
He lifts his arm and a blue wall holds the green back and even tho he feels the pain flashes his whole body, he would never recede.
The citizens around him scream, a terrified, panicing mess, reminding him of sheeps or rats.
He always forgets how pitiful they are.
The green woman smiles presumptuously when Munakatas clansmen lunge towards her, but the Blue King turns around to leave.
Of course she'll escape: The Greens legs are faster than their brains.
The power's still there, in his fingertips, pushing on the edge of mind.
The foreign witch has left, but his personal demon will stay.
He goes back to the car, blanking out his mens congratulations, Seris admiration, Fushimis well-hidden relief, all that selfish loyalty .
Secretly he knows, the demon is not in his head.
It's his head that's in the demon.
Authors Note: Okay, this chapter was a little bit out of context, but I wanted a break from all the interpersonal-ness. By the way, I have a new reader! :D I loved your comments and now I'm really nervous to dissapoint you. Thanks!