"Away, demon!" He shouted. The figure whipped her head around, staring him down with pitch black eyes. She slowly moved towards him, black energy ripe in her hands. She threw an energy ball as Bel dove, barely missing it. He scrambled up, switching to a crouching position.
"Leave her and let the sun rise," he hissed.
"You and your government shall fall," it replied in a voice neither male nor female.
She lifted both hands, unleashing some sort of lightning made out of darkness as Bel simultaneously dove at her, swiping her stomach and thigh deeply with the blade.
Lost walked in, but was at a loss for actions. He muttered something under his breath that sounded like 'expecto patronum' and watched as Bel acted upon the demon.
As Bel's sword entered her flesh, she screamed. The demon began to bleed some sort of dark essence and vanished into thin air. Bel looked at lost, who looked at Aeraie, who looked at Bel.
All together, this plan was coming together much like a watercolor: the picture was there, the colors and people were present, but the lines clearly stating what exactly was supposed to happen were not.
11-Jun-2011 21:22:03
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