This was painful to watch... the translucent Daiki slicing black ooze through soldiers one by one, the acid like goop melting them into a puddle like consistency of marred, torn flesh and bone. Amaimon was slicing his raven talon claws deeply along vital spots of the human bodies, blood lurching through open wounds and mouths as he laughed like a mad man. I clenched my eyes shut, turning my head to bury my face into Mephisto's sleeve as my tears pooled and stained the immaculate fabric of his blazer. This was too surreal... it had been hard to watch before, but it seemed like a battle on a completely different scale now and... I swallowed hard, taking the lump of bile that had congested in my throat as it burned on the way down; waking me from my inner turmoil. Fingers ran through my hair softly as I tilted my eyes up to meet an evergreen stare, a smirk gracing the demons features.
"It's disgusting; isn't it? The life of a demon."
"Daiki is-"
"A ghost. And a ghost is affiliated with the demon king of spirits."
"King of spirits?"
"Yes, my brother must have allowed Daiki this form in order to protect you. Although it must have been for his own sick pleasure~. The life of a demon isn't for humans after all... most can't handle it."
I ignored the twited look in Mephisto's eyes and decided rather to turn my own back to the battle at hand, Daiki slicing through foes as if they were made of tissue paper. I shook my head at Mephisto's statement, turning duo coloured eyes to meet his gaze once more.
"Daiki is Daiki; demon or human."
A chuckle left the older demons throat as his hold tightened on my hips, pulling my back flush against his chest, his laugh vibrating through my spinal collumn.
"It appears we have unwanted company."
My head shot to the side at break neck speed as I saw two soldiers racing towards us with weapons drawn. My pupils dilated until I heard a throaty chuckle from the male I was currently resting against, the vibrations running through my back as a cloud of smoke enveloped my vision for a second before I noticed I was staring at the back of the men who were charging towards us not a moment earlier. Mephisto had teleported us... I released a breath I was holding, sweat beginning to form on my temple and raise my body temperature as the panic left me momentarily.
"So childish... Will you stop playing around and get her out of here already? Or would you prefer to traumatise her more?"
I craned my neck around Mephisto to stare at the male who let out a sarcastic remark. I blinked lightly at the male I knew well, almost unbelieving his presence... I didn't expect him to get involved in something like this.
"Lucifer..."
The male bowed politely to me, not once taking his emerald eyes from his younger brother as he pulled out a small metal box from his pocket, it fit almost perfectly in the palm of his gloved hand.
"Ah, so it's ready. A little late though if I do say.~"
Mephisto gestures a single hand to the blood bath behind us, a mock laugh leaving his lungs. Did he find all of this funny? Was this just a game?
"Be silent, you should be grateful I did this at all. Now; take her to safety."
"Wait! What's happening?!"
"You will be in the way, we cannot protect you if you are here hindering us."
The blonde demon coughed lightly into his gloved hand that clasped the metal square tightly in a fist before gesturing the other palm in a 'go away' motion towards us. I flared slightly, he just wanted me to leave when people I love are battling for my well being?! This is my problem too!
"Lucifer! I am not going anywhere! I am going to stay here and-"
"And what? Don't forget I have sealed most of your powers away. So what are you going to do Little Banshee? Scream at our opponents to temporarily affect their hearing? Cry your eyes out and beg them to stop? Or have a mental breakdown?"
My shoulders and jaw fell slack at his statement... he was right. I didn't do anything... ever. All I did was get in the way and get people killed. My blood ran cold at the thought, my lower lip shaking as I tried hard to think of a comeback... anything. But I had nothing.
"As I thought. Little Banshee you are not a combatant, you are neither demon nor human; you are simply a siren of death."
A siren of death... despite the mocking tone he made it sound more important than it actually was. 'Hey you can hear me screaming at you so that means you're going to die! But, no I can't do anything to stop it, sorry!' That's all I was... that's why Lucifer sealed my mediocre powers away... because since I was part human I couldn't control it and hurt people it wasn't supposed to affect... I... I really am just a liability.
"Will you go now?"
"...yes."
The demon nodded with a smile as Mephisto turned me away from his brother to face him, my eyes catching a glimpse of the men charging at us once more from over his shoulder. He smirked at me with a sad look in his eye.
"I will return you to us once the battle is over Belle."
Then... why does he look so sad? I glanced at Lucifer who was staring down at the metal object in his hand clenched tightly with a dark stare. I shook my head, suddenly having a bad feeling as I rose my hands to push myself harshly against Mephisto's chest, releasing myself from his hold as I stumbled backwards and watched his eyes droop, the sight of Amaimon falling behind him with blood spurting from his chest like a fountain catching my full attention... My mouth opened in a silent scream as I watched the male fall with pain contorting his features... the ruby red substance flowing as he fell as if to show where he had been... until it all went black, the sound of fingers clicking together echoing in my ear.
Once my back hit the floor I rounded on myself swiftly, forcing my limbs to cooperate and stare at the spot Mephisto was recently stood, nothing but ebony surrounding my vision front right and centre. I forced myself to my feet and took a 180 degree glance at my surroundings, seeing the same pitch darkness everywhere I turned. This was Mephisto's dimension... I had been here once before. It was when Amaimon was trapped here... I thought about that time with a shudder, remembering how much blood he was covered in... And then the scene I had just witnessed. He was hurt!
"Hello?!"
I spun on the spot, hoping to see anything through the darkness that enveloped me to no avail.
"Mephisto! Let me out!"
My voice echoed around me, eye ducts filling with tears once I realised he wouldn't answer me as I sunk to my knees and allowed the built up moisture to drip to the floor in silent anguish and rage. Amaimon was injured and I couldn't help him, what if the same blood thirsty wound happened to the others? Why am I so weak? I can't even help the people I love! I rocked back, pressing all my weight backwards as my head tilted up to stare at the ongoing darkness... love... I guess... I really do love him... no matter how much I tried to stop it... no matter how much I tried to deny it... I do love him, I want him to be safe... and this battle may very well kill him... No... No... No, I won't let him die for my sake! Why should the man I love and the people I care about have to suffer because I'm too weak?! Because I'm always running away from my problems and pretending that they don't exist?! I gnashed my teeth together in grinding fury as I propelled myself to my feet with a stomp, a new fire burning inside me I had never felt before with fists clenched together, nails sinking into my palms as I felt my temple pulse in anger to signify an oncoming headache.
"Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!"
I swung around the darkness with rampant fists, swishing through the air in hopes of hitting something, anything... My lungs ached for air as I danced around the open space in an agitated; almost lunatic style, wanting my freedom...
"Ahhh!"
I screamed and shouted as I shifted my weight around the space, complete insanity taking over in my wild flailing. I must have looked like a psychopath in my frantic gestures but I didn't care. I had to get out of here and help the others... help him. I may not be able to fight... I may not be able to do much; if anything at all in all honesty... but I had to do something! I'm not just going to sit here and twiddle my thumbs waiting!
"Out! I want out! I have do something!"
Their lives were on the line for me... so why was I out of the equation just because I wasn't a fighter? No... I could do something... I could... hand myself over... ... I stopped my flailing instantly; almost robotically as my arms paused in mid air, fists unclenching into a limp hand. I could hand myself over... if I did that then no one else would have to die for me. My head tilted to stare at the blackened floor, arms falling to my sides alongside it. If I did that then lives would be saved. Mephisto, Amaimon, Lucifer, Daiki... the other Vatican members. All of those lives for the sake of one... I could just turn myself over... But I... I...
"I don't want to die..."
No, I didn't want to die... but was my life more important then all of those combine? No, I don't think so. And if this goes to hell then what's to stop it happening again for my head? I sighed, no, I won't die here... they have fought so hard for my sake... to keep me alive. So I'm not going to let all their sacrifices and efforts go to waste. But... I seriously have to get out of here... no matter what I have to do something... I won't be a liability any more... With grit teeth I mustered up as much air as I could, my heart beating wildly in my chest and blood running thicker and faster as my body tenses from the overly large intake of oxygen begging for release. Out... I will get out... I will do something... I'm not going to let him die... I'm not going to... run any more...
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"