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Shit, shit, shit, shit
Your thoughts run a mile an hour as the groans and growls of the monsters behind you make their way closer to you. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed when you quickly turned heel into a side ally. You vaguely remember this part of the city from your last visit here a few year ago but that doesn’t help you much when you have at least 8 or 10 demons on your ass.
Halting to a stop at the end of the street. There’s two ways to go, left or right. With a furrowed brow your head swivels side to side. Oh, come on…. Where was the damned portal again? This is the best time for your gold fish memory to act up again. Sighing, you resigned yourself to go right.
As you moved to go a shape claw slashed downwards right beside you. Gasping as you side step into a wall, the sight of those insect-like assholes sent a shiver of disgust through you. Growling you push yourself off the wall and you bolted down the right side street.
This whole plan was starting to look like a really shitty idea. It’s a lot worse the you and your mother anticipated. All you had to do was just scope out the city, see how bad things were and go home. Now you were stuck here cause of those stupid demon bastards who have no right to be that sneaky.
You slowly come to a stop when you reach a huge gaping whole in the city, it’s an entire chunk of a building and some infrastructure just fell into a bottomless sinkhole.
That tell-tale sound of screeching was closing in on you. Turning to see they have now upped their numbers to maybe around 15.
Looks like your bad day can actually get worse, shocking.
“Jesus, mary and joseph….” Huffing, you make a stand. Eyes narrow, raising your hands, a sudden green glow engulfs your upper arms. Muttering an incantation in your mother’s home tongue. “ Dóiteáin, laochra, bás, cruthú ” An ever-burning bright green blaze, cast itself over the horde. The fire was warm to you, there was a slight fluid feeling around your fingertips. The sound of crackling and screams filled the air around you. You can feel the flames raging within you, itching to dust burn everything to the ground but you contained it. You were always taught to control your power. For if you didn’t, it would be catastrophic for you and those around. You’ve seen what that kind of power does to others, refusing to fall for it yourself. Noticing that a few of them charged. Cursing to yourself, you didn’t get all of them. Swiftly stepping back as another demon swipes it large claw at you. Eyes widen at the sound of a stone falling over the edge, quickly pushing yourself to the side. Two of them go toppling over the edge of the hole. Another one strikes at you again. Just before you dodge it, its claw manages to cut your right upper arm. Wheezing, you bring your other hand to its abdomen. Growling, “Dóiteáin” A blast of heat radiates from your palm, more green fire blares at the screeching demon. It looks like the demons behind it got burnt too, great. That’s the last of them.
“Bloody assholes”
Sighing as you lower your arms, you grimace at the pain, closing your eyes and breathing. In and out, in and out. It was important to ground yourself after using that sort of fire power. Opening your eyes, you see the leftover embers of the once mass of big-headed demons. Humming to yourself at the twitch of pride that grew in your chest. It’s not every day you get to burn a bunch of creepy monsters alive is it?
Making your way past them, one of the downsides of burning them is the smell. It smelt like burnt tires and flesh. You hurried your steps to avoid the nausea of it.
You were hoping to not use magic at all while observing the destruction of the city. It’s not that you don’t want to, it would make everything easier, but you were instructed to not use them unless it was dire.
Mother had a particular way of doing things, certain rules that had to be kept in place. Rules “that protect us and the coven” as she would put it. It’s a load of shit if anyone asked you. It’s not like humans would give a damn of a witch used her powers while they were getting attacked by some The Thing reject. Even now, when so many people are getting hurt or dying, she still holds up the rule of secrecy, but you can see where she’s coming from. It’s dangerous for your kind, its not just demons you have to worry about.
Humans can be just as deadly.
The witch trails of the 1600’s drove witches and warlocks into hiding and they haven’t come out since. Not even for any of the all-powerful demons that threatened humanity. You’ve heard of the attempts that demons have made to destroy humanity after the legendary dark knight disappeared. It was common knowledge in the occult community. As was the legendary demon hunter who took down these said demons. The son of Sparda is both famous and infamous in your community. You yourself think what he’s done is nothing short of outstanding. What you would do to get the chance to meet him. Chuckling quietly to yourself, you’ve also heard of how devilishly handsome he is.
Getting back to the main street was easy. You were surprised at how little of a distance you ran from your original spot. You noticed that the roots of the demon tree are slowly growing. They were definitely small when you first got here. Glancing around the area, a feeling of unease starts to build in the pit of your stomach. In your attempt to escape the crowd of demons you hardly noticed all the people turned to what looked like black stone. Brittle, the slightest strong gust of wind could disperse them. Frowning, you make your way back to the portal that takes you home. Your mother said she’d close it by 4 even if you haven’t returned, “You can make your own way home, you’re a big girl now” she scowls. You could stay a little longer, you had time, but you also got want you needed. Just to know how bad it was here. The council would be happy with this and you can get out of this demon infested city.
It’s going to be a joy giving the information over to those old bastards. Not like they’re going to do anything about it. If it doesn’t bother the coven directly then it doesn’t matter. Your mother follows them religiously, so the whole “no using magic outside the coven” is no surprise. The worst of them was Cornelis, the head of the council of the Coven of Arawn. He was pompous, scrutinizing, old fashioned and all-round wanker. She particularly hated the fact that he gives your mother and your family a hard time, why? Because he hated your father, (F/N) (L/N). He hated the fact that he was a more powerful warlock who gave up the chance to be the head of the council because he wanted to be with his family. Cornelis puts the coven over everything. Not the witches in it, just the fact that this coven is one of the most powerful in Europe.
You know this is the reason for him picking you of all witches to observe Redgrave city. He even decided to send you out alone, cause why not fuck with the (L/N) family even more then you already have?
Scowling, you hated thinking about that weasel of a man. While you were glaring at no one you heard what sounds like shouting in the distance, you didn’t know there were survivors in this area, quickly you ran towards the noise. It didn’t take long to find the source.
Turning the corner, into what looked like a shopping district. A few meters away, a bunch of crying children were huddled into a corner. All standing behind a red-haired woman, she looked like she had a brave face, but you could see the fear in her eyes. They were surrounded by 5 demons. More of those big-headed bastards.
Without thinking you hurry towards them without think you yell.
“HEY! You wankers should consider getting hit with a lorry, maybe it might make you look better!”
That got their attention.
All of them rush towards you, claws ready to strike. You pull your arms up and cross them in front of your chest, palms facing outwards. Wincing at the stinging pain from the cut. Chanting quietly,
“Domhan, lámh, treoir, titim”
Pushing your hands out, the raising them. Biting your lip at the weight of the concrete and your injured arm quivers with the force. Loud cracks and shattering stone ring throughout the street. The concrete ground beneath the demons breaks apart and rises into the air. The demons fall into the now large hole, now’s your chance. With a roar you rapidly bring your hands down, crashing the fragments of street into the hole. Crushing them. As the dust settles, you pant heavily. It’s been awhile since you used this much magic. Staggering forward, you try to raise your arm but a burning pain spreads to your shoulder. Falling forward, you land on your knees. “..Fuck…”
“Miss! Miss are you all right?”
A sweet voice broke you from your frustration. Looking up to the owner. It was the red-haired woman again. Now you can get a better look you notice how beautiful she is. With her worried amber eyes staring down at you. Blushing slightly, you look away.
“I’m..er…I’m fine” You didn’t sound fine.
“Lying to me isn’t going to do you any good, even with that power you seem to have”
Hopefully she’ll go away, she needed to get those kids- wait, “power”. Oh, oh no. A human saw you.
She saw you use your magic.
Shit
Looking anywhere but her with wide eyes. You stutter as you try to stand. Cursing rapidly. She jumps at your sudden movement.
“Oh fuck, shit. You aren’t supposed to see me. Even know I can do magic, fucking Christ. My ma is going to kill me, fuck-“
“Language…”
Shutting your mouth at the harsh, almost motherly tone. You train you’re eyes back to her. She had a warm expression. Not fazed at all. Which was odd. Cause you just lifted like two tons of concrete in front of her and like 20 kids. With a cheerful smile she spoke.
“It’s ok, I won’t tell anyone about you if you want! I understand if you’re worried about us humans. My fiancé's the same”
You took a moment to think of a response.
“Oh….ok”
Before you could say anything, your arm burned again. Groaning you hovered the other over it. Touching it would make it worse. She stepped toward you. Extending her hands out to you.
“Let me help you, it’s the least I can do for you saving us” She gestured to the kids all standing curiously behind her. They had a look of awe as they stared at you. You look away anxiously, they were going to ask you a million questions weren't they?
You had some time before you needed to be back, and going back with this arm, your mother would probably have your head. Sighing you nod your head. It’s not like anyone has to know you’re getting help from a human who saw you use magic. What the council doesn’t know won’t kill them. Hopefully.
“I have a first aid kit in here somewhere,” She says as she rummages through her bag pack “-Oh! Before I forget, What’s your name?” She smiles back at you.
“….(Y/N)”
“Nice to meet you, (Y/N)! I’m Kyrie!”