TO HELL AND BACK

CHAPTER 4: FIRST AND LAST

The whole class was staring at Malach, shocked from how brutal the fight was. Never had they seen anything like it.

Xavion angrily pulled himself out of the ball pit as the students cheered and congratulated Malach. The demon felt humiliated and quickly stormed out of the gymnasium.

No one noticed his exit except for Malach who was riddled with guilt. He only wanted to tease the stubborn demon. The last thing he wanted was to hurt his feelings.

Though that's all he ever seemed to do.

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Xavion was fuming the entire walk from the classroom to his dorm. He slammed the door behind him as he flung himself on his bed, burning with a mixture of embarrassment and rage. He wanted to crack Malach's skull open and cry himself to sleep at the same time. Burying his face in his pillow, he silently begged himself to shed at least a tear or two. He hadn't been about to in years. He was so detached from his emotions that he could barely tell them apart anymore.

A knock on his door startled him. He furiously blinked until the redness in his eyes disappeared before begrudgingly opening the door.

"Xavion," Zisa sighed in relief. "We were worried about you. Are you alright?" she asked, Cyfrin awkwardly standing behind her.

"I'm fine. What do you want?" he bluntly responded, already wishing they'd leave. He didn't want their pity. He wanted to be alone. Things were better off that way.

Zisa rolled her eyes and invited herself in. "At least try to sound convincing."

Cyfrin, whom he shared the room with, plopped down on his bed that was across from Xavion's while warily eyeing the angry demon. "You don't look too fine to me, pal."

"Either stay quiet or leave," Xavion spat, aggressively tugging his blankets down to situation himself underneath them and covering his face with a pillow.

Zisa turned to Cyfrin who sat on his bed stupidly. She aggressively motioned toward Xavion as a silent message for him to do something.

"What the hell are you doing?" Cyfrin asked in confusion, blinking at Zisa who facepalmed.

"You really have no brain cells, do you?" She shook her head as he scoffed.

"What's that supposed to mean!" he spluttered, thoroughly offended as he stood up from the bed to face her.

Zisa rolled her eyes. "It means you're completely fucking oblivious. I was trying to tell you to comfort Xavion! What else would this mean?" she ranted, exaggerating as she once more motioned toward Xavion who was hidden under the covers. "Some goddamn friend you are."

"Well it wouldn't be a problem if you just spoke fucking English!" Cyfrin sassily retorted. His fists clenched as he peered down at the smaller demon who was boiling with fury.

Zisa scowled, shoving him back when he stepped too close to her. "If you had half a damn brain it wouldn't be a problem either!"

His gaze darkened and he pushed her back with the same force she used. "Why do you have to be so bitchy all the time! Are you on your period or something?"

Her anger slowly began to force her demon form out as sharp claws extended from her once manicured fingernails. Her voice came out low and gravely. "Say it again," she snarled threateningly. "I dare you. Say it again."

"Okay," he casually shrugged. "Are you on your—"

Xavion suddenly shot up from the bed, terrifying Zisa and Cyfrin by the sight of his full demon form. Their previous anger was quickly replaced by fear as fire heated his skin. Two thick horns sprouted from his head as his flesh morphed into a dark red shade with eyes that looked like a bottomless pit of darkness.

In an instant Xavion had them both pinned against the wall, holding them by their throats. He hadn't ever shifted unintentionally before. He wasn't in control of his own body anymore. The evil, heartless demon in him was.

"X-Xav—" Cyfrin choked as he desperately tried to pry away the hand crushing his windpipes.

"No. No more talking," Xavion hissed, his voice so deep it practically rattled their eardrums.

Naturally, being demons, Zisa and Cyfrin were stronger than most creatures. If it were any other person they'd be able to flip the situation in a heartbeat. But Xavion's strength mixed with the rage sizzling through him was more than a hundred times more powerful than theirs combined.

"No talking, no fighting," he seethed as his grip tightened even more. "No breathing."

Zisa's frantic movements slowed as her oxygen cut off. Cyfrin too was close to falling unconscious when the screeching fire alarms suddenly flooded the building. The noise sent Xavion out of his fit of rage. Zisa and Cyfrin dropped to the floor, greedily gulping air into their lungs while Xavion turned around to see the room on fire. The flames emitting from his flesh had caught on the linen bedsheets and spread until everything was burning.

"Fuck. Shit. Oh fuck."

Panic swelled up in his chest. Hydrokinesis was a basic lesson they had learned years ago—he should've been able to stop the fire in an instant. But the terror made him lightheaded and his brain stopped working as his hands trembled. Demon skin was thick and immune to fire, but the change in emotions caused him to shift into human form and he couldn't switch back either.

His ears were ringing as students ran out of the building to safety. The piercing sound reminded him that he was supposed to escape too. He looked toward the door and paled when he saw the flames burning the wood. Fast. If he made a run for it he'd be able to get out in time. And he almost did before hearing Zisa coughing from the smoke fumes.

"Zisa, Cyfrin," he breathed out shakily. He shook his head and swallowed down his fear as he brought himself back to reality. They were too weak to escape themselves. He had to do this on his own.

Not wasting another second, he grabbed Zisa and burst through the door. He set her down on the floor and went to get Cyfrin when he noticed her jacket had caught on fire.

"Fuck!" he cried out, desperately tugging her jacket off and blindly flinging it away.

The fabric hit the old chandelier hanging above them. It hadn't been cleaned in years and the lint on it quickly burst into flames before crashing onto the floor.

Xavion spluttered as the fire spread even faster. Zisa stared at it in shock as she tried to process what was happening.

"Go! Run!" he shouted at her.

"But Cyfrin—"

"I'll get him," he interrupted. "Fucking run."

Her normal fierce nature vanished and was instead replaced by fright. She was hesitant to leave but was more scared of Xavion than the fire by then. One more look from him had her nodding before quickly running toward the stairs.

Before he could go back inside, a voice cut off his thoughts. The last yet first voice he wanted to hear.

"Xav?"

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