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Explosion

Clarity's POV

"S***!!!" I snarl to myself, staring down the light sphere in my hands. It's not growing fast enough, and I'm not going to let Rin endanger his safety for me. Not if I can help it.

I glance back over to the battle, and see that the Demon Queen's attention has been diverted, which is a good and a bad thing. Good because I can gear up this light sphere. Bad thing because the only thing that would distract her is one of the others. Crap.

I look around the light and see that the demon is behind Shima, preparing to strike. Then out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of blue. Atlantis.

A blast of water suddenly shoots from her hands, forming a circle in front of the salmon haired priest. A shield. The Demon lashes out, and I pray the water barrier holds. But I see her hand burst through.

Shima turns around, pure terror written all over his face when someone jumps in front of him, red hair flying behind.

Oh shoot. What the heck does Flare think she's doing?!? That's when it happens. She explodes.
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Flare's POV

"FIRE EXPLOSION!!!!" I scream as the demon throws herself towards me. I could kill all the people around me. And I don't want to. But I have to. I feel my soul heat up, then spread to my arms, making them tingly.

When I was young, I used to laugh when my limbs tingled. When I was still free. I would end up starting a minor fire in the training room and the servants would have to bring out security and a fire extinguisher to put me out. I almost laugh aloud.

Those days are as far away as the stars.

I want to cry. I want to so bad. But I don't have time for that. Fire suddenly bursts from my body, snapping me out of my thoughts. I feel superheated as the flames grow, and then suddenly shrink. I pray that Shima and Atlantis are far away from me. Because if not they're both dead, along with the demon.

Then I explode. Fire bursts from me with such speed, I fall onto the ground-hard. The solid, stone ground. I hear something crack, and I scream in pain. Fire is still channeling from me, but not as much as before.

I groan and try to sit up, but end up crashing back down. D***. I hate feeling useless. I curse at myself and push back up, only to fall down again. I frown. If I can't get up myself, maybe I can find something to lean on. I scan the scene around me when my eyes fall on a rock about a meter away.

I crawl over to it, my vision darkening and the world spinning the closer I get. I pray that I don't black out. If I black out I'm dead. The Demon Queen will shred me and send my soul to hell. And that's not what I want.

I begin counting the feet till the rock. The closer I get, the more likely my survival. I tug myself forward, groaning at every movement.

Four feet.
Three.
Two.
One.

I pull myself up, the rock supporting all my weight. I swear at the pain. It's killing me, literally. Tears begin forming in my eyes, but I force them back. I've never cried before, and it's not going to happen now.

I suddenly feel something on my side, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glance down and run my hand along my torso, feeling something wet.

I bring my fingers to my face as my vision continues darkening. The liquid is sticky and red, and I gasp in confusion when I realize what it is.

"Blood?" I whisper. I've never bled before. Never. Not even if the security guards beat me with a stick to protect themselves. I never bled.

That is my last thought before my vision goes completely black and I feel myself plummet to the ground.