Melon Head fired off his gun in all directions, knocking possessed humans between the eyes or in the throat.

Delilah shot a flame forward, it devouring a mailbox rather than the dodging human with canine teeth.

She threw another and caught a whiff of burning flesh. Orange and red swirls danced in her palm before blasting through heads and legs.

Sandman flew his hand up and a wall of black sand deflected her fire.

"C'mon, Sandy. You used to love playing rough," Delilah cooed at her ex-fiancée. The flames reflected in her twinkling eyes.

"I told you to never call me that," he gritted through his teeth.

She drew up two daggers from her hands, the hot blades glowing at the tip ends. She grabbed the handle and sliced forward.

Sandman bent back in time to miss a steaming dagger.

Delilah brought the blades down again and he ducked, swiping his foot across the ground. His heel nailed her ankle and she hit the floor, head smacking off the cement. Her eyes stared into his fist and she rolled over as chunks of cement broke under his hand.

"You're losing your groove, Sandy," Delilah sang.

She leaped to her feet and summoned the black magic from the Earth, growing a gust a wind and shot it towards him.

Sandman swept a wave of debris and threw it at her too as both energies collided and hurled them back.

Delilah's spine broke against the metal pole of a streetlight, and Sandman's body went straight through a brick building and down the next block.

"Bruises don't make me prettier, you know," she grumbled and spat out a chunk of cement.

She heard her bones collect and snap back, her spine jerking and swerving before it mended together.

She watched as Sandman staggered onto the street with a limp shoulder. Blood leaked down the side of his lips, a nasty gash on his cheek sewing shut.

"I forgot how much fun our fights were." Sandman let out a bitter laugh.

Delilah replied with a smile. "I sure as hell don't miss them." Flames ignited from her finger tips.

Sand erupted from the sewer lids beside him. "I guess I forgot how heated they could get."

Melon Head held back a snapping human jaw and shouted towards the couple. "You guys are killing it with the puns. Like, just rip each other's clothes off and have frustrated sex already."

A fireball whirled at his head and he screamed and fell to the ground. He peeked up, looking behind him at the burnt window. "Ha! You missed!"

"I did on purpose, dumbass," Delilah growled.

Sandman stomped one foot down and let out his own demonic screech.

Delilah roared a high pitch sound that shattered windows and sent a ripple through the street, blowing chunks out of the road.

They charged, running at each other with both strong powers dragging by their sides. Sandman shot his power forward. Instead of Delilah shooting hers straight against his, she pulled a hot dagger out of her palm, and before he could strike, she made a move. She slid to her knees, gliding underneath him and thrust the blade up, it projecting into a long sword that grew above her face as she dove; the sword slicing through flesh and bone between his legs. She came to a halt on the other side of Sandman. She spun around, getting to her feet and saw her ex-fiancée freeze on the spot.

Delilah wiped her nose across her sleeve and limped over to him. She could see his skin begin to grow over his wounds, trying to quickly heal over.

But then she stuck her cold finger tips into his skin, pressing hard enough to bruise and sunk her nails into the cut she made down his back. With another demon screech, she yanked his body in half, strings of black flesh dripping and sticking as she held two pieces of meat before her.

She dropped them and they flopped to the ground like limp pork chops.

"And to think—I was going to marry you," she spat.

The black magic laced with the air again, going back into the ears of humans, sucking up the ruined madness they implanted and came out with the darkness packed in suitcases. The wind cried out, before the black magic disappeared, a normal breeze settling down to a whisper.

Whatever was left of the townspeople blinked back in shock, some slumping to the ground in exhaustion.

Melon Head rubbed the barrel of his gun with a tissue and tucked it into his jacket. "This is not going to look good on the news."

The fire evaporated from Delilah's hands and her black eyes shrunk, normal brown ones growing in.

"Well..." she began and gave him a slow smile.

The colour drained off of Melon Head's face. "Delilah. Nope. No. Nada. One-hundred percent no."

People started waking up from Sandman's spell. Weird looks casted in their direction and their gazes soaked up the burnt cars, broken condos, blood and—

"Oh my god—that's a dead body!" a woman shrieked.

"Delilah," Melon Head said. "Don't even—"

Delilah summoned her magic and suddenly, all things began lifting up: the people, the cars, the cat down the street.

"Delilah!"

Her eyes turned black, the ground rumbling again as the buildings trembled.

"You better not—"

She snapped her finger and the townspeople dropped to the ground. Bricks zapped to their normal positions; condos rebuilt like Legos, glass shards pieced themselves together, and ashes rolled into its original material. Wounds over innocent humans healed and their bodies whisked backwards; Time in the hands of Delilah as everything returned to normal.

Then in a blink, she let go of Time and it released back into the universe's hands.

Melon Head whipped his head to where Sandman's body laid, it still hovering above the ground. Delilah eyed her ex fiancée's corpse. She flew it to the dumpster in the alleyway and dropped it there. Delilah heard the satisfying echo sound of the body hitting the bottom of the trash container.

Finally, that bastard is back where he belongs.

"You just don't fucking listen, do you?!" Melon Head shrieked.

His phone began going off like crazy, and he pulled it out to see his notifications explode.

Texts from Paris and HB blew up his screen with profanity, exclamation marks and all forms of angry emojis. "See what you've done!" he yelled.

Delilah put her hands down, turned, and looked at Melon Head. Her face held no expression.

Melon Head waved his phone. "See what you—"

Her eyes rolled back and she collapsed at once.

"Bloody hell!" He nearly dropped his phone and immediately ran over to her.

Her silver hair sprawled across the concrete road, arms limp along her still body. He cupped his hand below her neck and grabbed her cheek. He slapped it hard. "Delilah! Delilah!"

Her eyes remained shut.

He checked her pulse by her neck—then her wrist—her neck again—

Nothing.

"Shitshitshitshit." He opened her eyelids, the empty whiteness staring back at him. "Fuck!"

He started pumping her chest. "C'mon, D. C'mon!" He opened her mouth and blew air into her lungs, repeating after several pumps to the chest. "Dammit! Delilah! Stay with me! Fuck! Delilah!"

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"Is she dead?" There was a slap and a sharp 'yeowch!' "What the hell was that for?!"

"She can't be dead!" That was Paris's voice.

"Well she isn't fucking breathing so I'd like to make an educational guess that she is." Ryland. Definitely Ryland.

"Guys, what's the big emergency you—holy shit!" Brody screamed. "Why the fuck do we have a dead body in my apartment?! My mom's gonna kill me!"

"Good. Then you can say hi to Delilah for me," HB quipped.

"Guys! She isn't dead!" Paris shouted.

"How the fuck do you know that?" Ryland snapped.

"Because I just know," Paris exclaimed.

"Yeah—I'd probably know too. I mean, being dead sounds so peaceful right now. I could go for never-ending nap," Delilah spoke.

Silence broke the air and she still kept her eyes closed. "Can someone get me a glass of water? Being half-dead is fucking exhausting," she added.

There was a sigh of relief and the squeak of Paris's shoes in the kitchen was audible, Delilah hearing the cupboards slam and the tap run.

"Dammit. I thought you were gone," muttered Ryland.

"Thanks for the resurrection greeting. I feel quite welcomed." Delilah hoped her smile pissed him off, enjoying the idea of annoying this douche. Perhaps he could just fall in love for the real her and she could stop pretending to be so fucking nice.

"No problem," Ryland responded. "I was going to bring a silver stake in case this happened, but Brody's mom doesn't allow weapons into her home."

Delilah wrinkled her nose. "Silver steak? Sounds kinda chewy and little too metallic for me."

A harsh slapped whipped across Delilah's face and her eyes flew open. "Don't fucking play like that, D!" Paris screamed in her face. He clutched her shoulders and shook her like crazy. "You could've died!"

"Oh, as if that's the worst thing that could happen." Delilah snorted and snatched the glass of water on the coffee table. Swallowing it down in one gulp, there was a jingle of keys and she set down the empty cup. "Where do you think you're going?"

Ryland buttoned up his jacket. "Well, you're alive. Shows over. Time to go."

"You're not even going to stay for the 'Welcome back to life' ceremony?" Delilah slightly sat up.

"Nah. Celebrating isn't my style." Ryland took his mitts out of his pocket and stuffed his hands into the gloves Paris knitted him.

"I'll go with you," she said and tossed the quilt off of her, but Paris shoved her back down.

"Nuh uh," Paris scolded. "You're not going anywhere until you get some rest."

"I've been resting for the past few moments of my life. I think I've had enough." Delilah stood up again and HB and Paris both pushed her shoulders back onto the couch.

"Listen to the dickhead," HB instructed. She blew her blonde bangs out of her eyes and raised a brow.

Delilah moved her head towards the door and saw Ryland give her one last glimpse before leaving the room. The door shut behind him.

"Brody, can you call Melon Head in?" Paris asked him. The kid nodded and ran up the stairs.

"Where's Melon Head?" Delilah asked, laying her head back down on the pillow. "Could he not bear to see me dead? How sweet."

HB picked her cellphone off the table. "Nah. He was just upstairs playing Destiny on the PlayStation3."

"Ah, of course. Should've known." She snapped her fingers and was grabbed by the shoulders again.

"Speaking of 'should've known'. What were you thinking?!" Paris double checked the staircase before quietly hissing, "Why in the name of love did use your powers?! And play around with Time?!"

"Why the fuck did you fuck things up even more?" HB rephrased, not even looking up from her phone.

Delilah sighed and put the back of her hand against her forehead. "Well, if you must know. At least a quarter of the town witnessed me rip my ex fiancée into two pieces including his pen-nai-nai and ball sack, shoot fire out of my hands and recreate my spine after a deadly impact against a metal pole. I didn't exactly want the media broadcasting that on live television."

"Why were you even ripping someone apart?! Violence is never the answer!" Paris threw his hands in the air.

"And you think that's a valid reason to steal Time from the universe, reverse it for your personal use, and then give it back to them with another death on their belt?" HB glanced up from her phone. "Approved." Then she continued flicking her thumb up the screen, scrolling through her Twitter feed.

Paris slammed his hand down on the couch. "Approved my sexy arse! Now that you so kindly murdered a spiritual force, even more forces—bad and good—want to kill you! That means they're going to be coming here. In the town of Brookberry! Where I live!"

Anger bubbled in Delilah's chest. "What was I supposed to do?" she screamed. "Let the newscaster drive over and show the camera my good side?!"

"I didn't think your first two minutes after coming back from the dead would involve screaming," Melon Head said from the top of the stairs.

Once he came down to the bottom, Delilah was frowning. "Where's Brody?"

"I put him asleep in the bathtub for a bit," he casually answered.

"Why in the love of God did you do that?!" Paris shouted.

"Ladies, ladies. Stop screaming," Melon Head cooed. His baseball cap on backwards, kept his hands raised as he walked into the living room.

"I just wanted to give us some time to talk about what just happened and to stop, and evaluate how much of a dick Delilah is," Melon Head explained. His gaze finished on her, a smile spread across his lips. "Girl, you oughta be the dumbest bitch I've ever met."

"How did you put Brody asleep?!" Paris still shouted.

Melon Head slapped a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "Paris. My man. Or girl. Take a chill pill. I just gave Brody a little something something in the medicine cabinet. And if he gets overdosed, it's okay. There's some adrenaline needle thing that ought to do the trick and bring that little puppy back to life," he said. "Anyway. Delilah. Do you have something to say?"

"I'm don't believe in apologies," she answered. "What I did was natural—it made sense. We can avoid all this destruction if we just get Ryland to remember me and his angel life."

"Wait"—Paris scooted to the end of the couch—"why can't you reverse back time to when you and Ryland did it, and prevent the preggers thing?"

"Ah." Delilah sat upright. "The one question that seems so obvious." She clasped her hands together and said, "Well. You see, for me to go that far back in time, I can't do it myself. And to undo that kinda of sexy, funky magic, I'm going to need the person who did it with me to help me do it. As in, I need Ryland do reverse time as well."

"Ryland can reverse time?" HB questioned. "That's cool." She kept scrolling away on her phone screen.

Paris sighed, dragging his hair back. "Okay. Fine. The only way to speedup this process is if we put you in situations where you have to be together. The rest is your job."

Melon Head waved his hands up. "Slow down. We're just going to move on from Delilah's little act?"

No one answered.

Melon Head pointed towards her. "Awe, come on people. We told her not to use her powers because it will attract the dark forces to this town. So Delilah uses her powers."

"But she not only does so, but she reverses time in the process—stealing one of the universes prized possessions. She was supposed to come here in a low key identity and not strike up too many conversations with the locals. Instead, the whole fucking world knows she's here. And unless you live in the fucking black hole, everyone knows when Delilah—the Devil—is on Earth, it makes her weaker and a much easier target. You know how many people hate her? A lot. And that's counting even me."

"We're moving on, Melon Head!" Delilah announced.

"But—"

"Moving on!" everyone told him.

He plonked down on the couch, his shoes knocking over the empty cup before he left his feet up on the coffee table. "Fine." He pulled a pack of cigars out of his jacket and brought a lighter up to the fresh roll. "Destiny was fucking better than this shit."

"We'll plan something," Paris said. His face narrowed—which was a rare face for Paris—as the thinking gears rotated in his head.

"Think of something quick. I don't have much time." Delilah started out the window, the branches scratching up against the glass as the wind howled.

And she was sure, thewind wasn't the only thing howling outside. 

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A/N: 

Delilah almost died!  

LOL. Paris acts like such a mom sometimes.  

Here is Ryland played by Lucky Blue Smith. 

Here is Delilah played by Marycake: 

Heartbreak (HB) played by Anna Kendrick 

Lucan played by Jordan Barrett (?) 

And of course Melon Head played by Sam Claflin:

Any other cast suggestions?  Do you think a character should be played by someone else? 

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