Kira's pov

Devon wasn't fighting back. He wasn't even trying. He was letting Zethar win. My throat felt patched from all the screaming that I had been doing.

I kept begging him to fight back, but he didn't listen. I couldn't understand why. His blood was everywhere, and whenever I thought he was going to fight back, he proved me wrong.

My eyes moved to the cursed child that had been watching everything silently in the corner.

"Please help him", I cried, "Please".

He turned to me.

"Please help him", I cried.

His silver eyes gleamed with amusement, and he looked away again.

"Please !!", I screamed.

He didn't turn this time.

"Knowing my blood runs through your veins disgusts me ", Zethar growled, ramming his knee to Devon's face, who was on his knees before him. The crack sound that rang in the room was sickening .

"Stop !!!", I screamed.

"You're weak ! Just like your mother !".

He hit him again.

" Stop ! Please stop", I begged Zethar.

"Help him please ", I screamed at the demons and vampires remaining in the room. "Help him !".

They didn't move.

" You know what I'm done with this", Zethar said, "You deserve to die just like that pathetic woman that brought you to this world".

" Get me a stake ! ", Zethar ordered, and I swear I saw hesitation among the creatures in the room. Devon was part of them, he had grown up with them. And above all, Devon was good. He was good. It was one thing to beat him up, and another thing to bring a weapon for his death.

"Zethar please I'm begging you. Let him go please ", I pleaded.

" Get me a stake ! ", he growled, neglecting my words.

The demons didn't move, but one of the vampires did, with a long stake with a sharp pointy end in his hand.

I started screaming. "Please stop. Wait. Please. Devon what are you doing ?! ", I screamed at him.

His head was to the ground, he didn't move, he was accepting defeat.

As soon as Zethar took the stake from the vampire, he turned the head around, and I screamed, but instead he shoved it straight through the heart of the vampire that brought the stake.

Blood splattered out his mouth, and he stared at Zethar with wide eyes.

"That's for hesitating", he growled, and took the blood stained stake out, blood dripping out of it and I gagged at the sight.

The vampire fell to the ground dead.

Zethar turned to me. "When he's dead,  I'll force your powers out of you myself. Zalas will rise", he told me, " And as for the rest of you", he addressed the vampires and demons that had hesitated, "You die !", He said. And immediately, the stake levitated, and rose from his hand. I watched it move from his hand, and into the chests of all the other creatures. One by one, they fell to the ground, dead.

I felt bile rise to my throat.

"And now you ...", He said to Devon.

"No !", I screamed.

"Devon ...", I struggled against the chains.

"Pathetic being ", Zethar spat, and he raised the stake.

Everything happened in slow motion. I felt something burn through my veins, it consumed me, and I let it. The chains melted like butter off my hands, and I saw the cursed child's nonchalant eyes light up with interest. I didn't care, I had one goal. Zethar.

Zethar had to die.

But I fell to my knees, my body was weak.

Devon turned to me, and tears rolled down his blood stained, unrecognizable face, I mirrored his devastated expression.

"I love you", he mouthed. "I'm sorry".

Tears rolled down my cheeks

"Come on now healer !", Zethar mocked, "Stop me ".

When I couldn't do anything, Zethar laughed, and lifted the stake.

"No !!", I screamed.

Third person pov

Pain. Blinding pain. That was all Devon could feel as soon as the stake made it through his body. He heard Kira scream, but it sounded distant. Or was it the ringing in his head.

The earth shook.

Zethar moved away from Devon in fear, as Kira moved towards him.

"You did it Zethar she has her powers ", one council member said, and before the others could think of saying something Kira lifted her hand to them, and they all turned to skeletons.

The gift of life and death. Her eyes were trained on Zethar. Glowing golden, angry, and hungry for revenge. But then her eyes moved to Devon, and her anger went down.

She rushed to his side, pulling his body closer to hers, before pulling the stake out of his chest.

He groaned, and it was a miracle he was still alive. But she could understand he was a demon, a powerful one, his body was different.

She pressed her hand to his chest, trying to heal him. "You dumb fool", she cried, "Why did you do that ?", She asked him.

" You got ... your powers ", he said feebly.

He sacrificed himself for her powers.
Why ?
And that's when she realised that her powers weren't working on him.

She tried again, and again, he wasn't healing.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, "Devon no please. Look at me ".

His crimson eyes met hers.
"I love you okay. You can't die, not now, not like this please", she cried.

He touched her cheek, and wiped her tears away, before his hand went limp.

She shook him. "Devon".

He wasn't blinking anymore. His eyes were glazed over. He was ...

"No !", She screamed. "Devon please I'm begging you. I'm sorry Devon please. I'm so sorry", she cried.

"Tafka grum hytik aren ", Zethar started reciting the words Zalas had instructed him to.

The ringing Kira's head was loud, and painful, she screamed and cradled her head in her hands.

"Tuyi frolp eqruj kutyi", he continued.

She screamed, as a voice spoke in her head. "We will be one Kira ".

She knew that voice ... Zalas.

"Hyu gutyio dewpop rara".

She screamed again.
" Heaven will fall, and I shall reign supreme ", he told her.

"Cuyt yanem kutly ".

She was gasping for breath. It hurt. It hurt so much. Now she understood.

Zalas had no body, just a soul. He needed the body of the most powerful being on earth. He needed her body to be able to free himself from hell. He was trying to possess her.

She got up to her feet, eyes trained on Zethar and before he could utter another word, she has moved to him with a speed she couldn't believe she had, and shoved her hands into his chest.

"No !", The voice yelled, echoing and fading to nothing. He was gone.

Zethar spluttered blood from his mouth. "Kill me, and you die Kira. We are one ", he told her.

She shoved her hands deeper, and she screamed at the pain. Blood rolled down her nostrils, but she wouldn't stop. He had to die.

And that's exactly what he did. She ripped his heart out, with a scream. He fell to the ground lifeless, and she feel to the ground feeling the worst pain of her life.

She coughed out blood, holding her chest. Dark spots painted her vision.

Her eyes were trained on Devon. She didn't know how, but she crawled towards him. She wanted to die beside him.

The dark spots intensified, clouding her sight. She placed her head on his still chest, and laced their fingers.

This is was the right place to die.

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