I know it`s kinda unfinished (this part) but i`ll try to edit it as i write more. Ty for reviews.
“How happy you are, wretched mortal…”
Hands were holding him down to the ground as he was struggling from his pain. He let out a scream that filled the skies. He blindly balled his hands into fists and starting flailing, and hit flesh and blood. The hand on his shoulders lost it's grip.
- ILITH L`AS!( L`as is his name) IF YOU DON’T STOP I’M GONNA KILL YOU WITH MY OWN HANDS! Someone yelled and everyone stopped under that scream.
Ilith opened his eyes and saw Ashea holding her hand over her bleeding nose. Around him Zyraen and Elevard were holding him, trying to get the pieces of the sword out of his body.
- I saw “Furball”… he mourned and smiled.
Ashea stopped and left her hand fall to her side. She stood there watching his childish smile with tears in her eyes and sketched a smile. Her smile was like a mother`s who was watching her child play in the garden, chasing butterflies.
He let his head fall numb and collapsed unconscious on the ground, leaving himself into the hands of his friends.
***
Ilith rubbed his face, feeling the soft pillow under his head. He felt his chest, his waist, and his hands wrapped in bandages. He could feel every wound`s pain waiting for movement. His left hand touched his right shoulder and then went up on his neck. The part of flesh that the demon bit off was back at it`s place, his neck was healed. No gapping notch, no blood… no pain.
- Welcome back to the living ones, my brother! Someone said, almost unheard.
Ashea was standing in a corner of the room watching upon him. She still had the armor on her. The chest piece and the gloves where red because of blood, most of the blood being his. She had black circles around her eyes and her hair was tangled and dried with blood and mud.
Ilith rose into his feet ignoring the sharp pain from his chest and walked towards her. He gently started to undo the leather knots of the armor until Ashea was left only with the black war tunic on her and the protective pants. Then he saw the hidden scar on her neck and his finger crossed over it making sure it was still there. She took his hand in hers stopping his movement. (It was something between them untill they found out that they are brothers)
- You`re quite bold for a thief…
Ilith laughed and turned to sit on the edge of the bed feeling for a moment dizzy.
- I`m sorry for your nose.
- Don’t worry. I`m getting used to being hit for no apparent reason when I’m less expecting it.
They watched each other amused, and burst out into laughter.
- I will leave… stopped Ilith remembering what Nayn said.
His voice was soft but underneath it Ashea could guess his tension. She stood there silently thinking, about what she could say.
- I will follow you.
- No … he made a break where he smiled friendly … I don’t want to kill you by mistake.
She made steps towards the door .
- You`ve become the only thing that you feared. A demon. Take care, my brother… she said as she was leaving the room.
Ilith closed his eyes, exhausted and a word came into the darkness of his mind.
“Death…”
- Take care, my dear sister.
