Young Writers Society

Damon stood bellowed the building Ivy was on. “Ivy, jump!”

  “What about Belial, we can’t just leave her!”

  “She can take of herself!”

  “Not against that she can’t!” Ivy disagreed, her eyes filled with worry. “Help her Damon!”

Damon looked as Belial and Valafar struggled to keep up with the hooded figure. He’d gulped nervously. Part of him wanted to help but the other wanted to stay alive. “I’ll go back and help after I get you home, now jump!”

Ivy nodded then took in a breath of confidence and took a leap of faith. Luckily, Damon caught her and Scruff who jumped after. He took them home, using his ability of super-fast speed to get them there in the nick of time. After making sure that she was safely in the house he left to help Belial or so she thought he did.

Ivy could barely sit down as minutes turned to hours. She was worried; Belial was like a mother to her. She cared for her more than Damon did. All Damon cared for was her soul at the end of the day but Belial she had no agenda. She cooked for her, helped her with homework, and played video games with her. If she died it would be like she lost another member of the family.

After hours had passed, the door knocked. Ivy went to see who it was. “Who is it?”

  “Damon! Open the damn door!”

Swiftly, Ivy swung open the door and gasped horrified to see Belial covered in blood, barely able to stand. “Belial!”

  “Get first aid!” Damon ordered as he carried her inside and placed her on the sofa.

  “First aid? She’s an angel will that even work?”

  “I don’t know but there’s nothing else I can do.”

  “Magic?” Ivy suggested.

  “I’m not an Infernal; I don’t have dark magic,” Damon admitted.

Ivy jerked her head back in disgrace. “What do you mean you don’t have dark magic? I thought-”

  “I’m not like the other demons, Ivy!” Damon said aggravated.

Ivy eyes turned dark. “Then what use are you to me?” Damon’s eyes widen in shock. “They were right about you, you’re weak, useless!”

Damon eyes narrowed in confusion. “What?”

Ivy felt a tug on her sleeve. Belial was awake but barely. “Belial?”

  “It’s no use, let me go,” Belial said, her voice hoarse.

Tears streamed from her eyes. “No! I’m not losing another family member!”

Belial cracked a smile. “It makes me so happy hearing you say that.”

  “Don’t give up on me Belial, please,” Ivy begged.

  “I won’t,” Belial promised.

Ivy returned her focus to Damon. “Do you know the spell?”

  “Yes but I can’t-”

  “Please,” she begged, grabbing his hand.

Damon glowered at her and pulled his hand out of her grip. “Are you begging?”

  “You told me I earned the title of Master and as your Master you’ll obey my every command.”

  “Masters don’t beg,” Damon clarified.

She grabbed his hand, holding it tighter as if she’d break his bones. It was like her touch ignited a surge of power inside of him. Boiling, ready to tip over. “Then I order you Damon to heal her!”

  “Ivy, I-I can’t,” he hesitated.

  “Heal her!” she yelled desperately.

He felt the power explode, filing every inch of his body. It was strong, unusual, but it felt good. Curos. Curos. Curos. The spell filled his head. All he need now was to carry it out. He directed the energy to his right hand; it throbbed in pain as it filled his palm and fingers.

  “Curos!” he bellowed and a beam of dark light spouted out of his palm, shrouding Belial’s body. Ivy watched astonished, she didn’t think he could do it. Damon held his right hand up with his left; the power was like a heavy weight, pulling him down into the sea. As the light covered her, her skin began stitching itself together. Her wounds began to heal till all that was left was dried blood.

Damon retracted the light and collapsed, his body lay out lifelessly on the rug. How? The question filled his thoughts. But that was the least of his worries, his eyes began to shut, Ivy cries drowned out until he was filled in darkness.