The Demon, the Wizard and the Swan (On Hold)

Mr Xeronicolantheronienta

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Bright lights. Haunted memories.

Voice: Don't leave me. We need you Dermot. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!!!

Dermot: Gah!

Pushing himself forward he sits up. He looks around. It was all a dream. Trying hard to remember what had happened earlier. Oh yes. The witch had slit his throat. Touching it he was still bleeding. Was he dead or alive? What was happening? How come he was still alive with his throat open.

Voice: Don't bother yourself with those questions. You won't need them

Following the sound of the voice, he matches it with a creature sitting on a cliff

Dermot: What's happening to me? How am I still alive?

Voice: Oh you're not. You're actually dead

This news was shocking to Dermot. But the creature telling him these things didn't look fazed at all. Infact he was eating something that looked like a hamburger but it looked like it was covered in blood.

Dermot: I can't be dead and still be alive. It's not possible.

Voice: Sure it isn't. But I'm sure you can explain your powers, or the fact that your lovers powers is demonic or the fact that I'm sitting here eating a blood burger with you. By the way, do you want some? It's bloodier this time of the season. Thanks to you all for killing all those creatures. At least we don't get to starve here.

Dermot: No, thanks I'm good.

Voice: Alright. Suit yourself

Dermot: And her powers aren't demonic. They're angelic.

The demon looks at him astonished

Voice: I wasn't talking about the girl

Dermot: But she's the only one I've had feelings for

Voice: You didn't know?

Dermot: Know what?

Snickering a little before rearing his head back in laughter. He threw away the burger and jumped down from the cliff he was sitting on. He looked scarier than he actually was. His head had horns attached to them with his fangs growing out of his mouth. A tail that moved about like it had a life of its own. And a height that made him tower above anything with a build only bodybuilders would kill to have.

Voice: That you don't love her?

Dermot: What are you talking about? Of course I do

The creature begins to close the gap between them

Voice: Let's cut the bullshit shall we. You just said you loved her to escape the real reason. But you're dead Dermot. No need to hide your true feelings anymore. If it's any consolation, he loves you too

Dermot: What are you talking about?

The demon was now in reach and offered his hand to help Dermot up