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"Stay with me!"
There was little that Superfish could do as DJ panicked pushing him away. Dropping to his knees, then falling to the ground when he couldn't handle it any longer. Trembling as he clutched his stomach in agony, mouth wide open, but his screams failed to register.
Superfish ran over a quick as he could, a moderate soothing spell sparkling green waiting on his palms as he dropped onto his knees, and twisted DJ's body so he could place both hands hovering over DJ.
By that time, DJ's eyes had fallen shut but the shaking didn't subside.
This was supposed to be quick and simple, get the core, wipe the human's memory's and get out before this causes more problems than it's worth.
Now there's an out cold human who should know nothing of the world hiding around him, still with the core buried inside of him, so Superfish couldn't leave either. Both hands hovered over him as he tried to get the spell fully going, one hand complying while the other did not.
He paused, an in the "calm" of the second, he was given a chance to look over the damaged to his hand.
This time around, the discoloration nearly covered his entire hand, from his tips nearing the bottom of his palm.
This… was bad. It extended much deeper than when he did it the first time…. Why? Was it like this with all humans, or was this just a special case? This kind of magic, it not to be used at all; it would be more merciful to kill a witch instead of taking their magic, what make them, them—witches.
He knew the consequences. That's why he should have only it used it once. To get the core from it's initial owner, and never again. But that before a human just happened to stumble in. Before DJ had accidentally gotten himself involved in the fight. Before he touched the core. Now it made itself transparent, he was on a limit. He had to get that core back soon enough or else—
Superfish rather not ponder on that thought.
Hoping that in his delirious nature, DJ had failed to notice what was happening to Superfish's hand. It didn't necessarily hurt per say, but every inch where black remained of his originally white skin, it felt stiff—hard. With additional effort, his hand still worked just fine—one mercy Superfish had thankfully gotten.
Where magic could typically flow out of the tips of his fingers, none, in that hand, complied for the greatest witch no matter how hard he tried. All that remained was a spark, ready to become the flame that it once was; however, it needed time and time was unfortunately the one thing he didn't have right now.
He quickly slipped his glove over only that hand; the human didn't need to know any more that needed to end this situation and DJ finding out about this coupled on the fact that he loved to ask questions—too many questions—it was a recipe with ingredients made to burn.
Only using his unaffected hand, Superfish continued to use his magic, observing how, slowly, DJ began to still, however still knocked out.
Despite the fact that the pain in DJ's stomach had subsided—Superfish could tell by the way he no longer clutched his stomach, even unconscious—DJ still had his back stuck and he kept flinching every few seconds.
Was he still dying? He thought, as he flipped DJ over to get a better look at his back. Under many other circumstances, Superfish would allow the other person to "figure it out." But he had to get this core out or he was in deep shit—the black now staining his hands was a reminder of that. And this human had to make it out alive. Humans are so soft…
An odd bump poked out under DJ's shirt, something Superfish knew wasn't there before, his fingered waited at the bottom of his shirt, running his mind through the possibilities of what it may be.
Taking a deep breath, he tentatively grabbed and raised up till the deformity was revealed, familiar rounded triangle shape that would continue to push out till—
Superfish jerked his hand back, looking at the sight with nothing bafflement and dread.
Wings.
Why? Why did this have to be him? This could have been quick but noooooo. Using one hand, he rubbed the two of his eyes than dragged down his eyelids with a sigh. He got up to his feet to watch as the human withered on the ground.
Superfish's eyebrows drew together, lips pursing as he watched the sight before him. Whatever the core was doing, it was giving a human wings. Mythical, normal, yet should have been equally impossible for this moment to come. But the seed was already planted and was growing too rapidly for Superfish to do a thing about it.
Though, this may look like a blessing, it only deepened this human's connection to the magical realm, confirming the idea that already lingered in Superfish's head the moment the human touched the core.
Removing it, erasing DJ's memories, and more; Superfish's entire plan blew up in smoke, and he'd have to stay around here longer than he'd like.
DJ, still out cold, groaned, reminding Superfish of the exact stage he was suffering through. First getting the wings is extremely painful for most, if not all creatures. But at least they came in when they were a child and the kid could more easily regress the memory of it all.
At this age and the size, the wings appeared to be growing at? This could be a shitshow. This body had no time to adjust like other species in which it would be guaranteed that they come in. This was random. Abnormal. They were coming in and coming in faster than they should. Superfish would have to approach this situation with a lot of caution.
Well, this couldn't get any worst for him.
Yeah... This would be easy.
Sooo... easy.