The mont David's heart was ripped out, ti fractured.
Phoebe watched in frozen disbelief as the demon curled its hand around the still beating heart, its pulsing red glow wrapped in blackened smoke. David's body collapsed.
Phoebe did not breathe. She did not move. She did not think. She did not hear Ramiel swearing, or grandpa Rufus wailing. She did not see Orson Saxon's lifeless body fall to the ground. She did not hear father, Edward's arm cracking as it was shattered in half. She definitely did not hear Azur taunting her that he was going to pick up her grandmother next.
She scread.
A toe curling sound tore through the tunnel and the founding lane. It was carried by the wind, reaching beyond and visiting every battlefield where sothing evil was facing off against the power of good.
The everlasting shriek which had no end was one of pure, cosmic devastation. Every demon, everywhere shuddered, their bodies locking in paralysis, frozen by an overwhelming force beyond their comprehension.
The illusions that Azur had created fractured, silenced at once without leaving a whisper. All the supernatural creatures causing havoc or harmlessly living their lives stopped moving, their limbs stiff with dread.
The hunters were fast, they took advantage of the opportunity to slaughter the creatures they were fighting. With ease they beheaded them and burned them with holy fire.
A barrier blocked off Phoebe and Azur from everyone else. Like the other demons, he was frozen stiff as well. His wings trembled, his talons fell off on their own. His eyes widened in fright as he struggled futilely against the invisible force that held him in one place.
Azur was terrified because for the the first ti in his immortal existence, he could not move and he had no control over his body or access to his demonic powers.
Phoebe rose from the ground, floating upwards. The change in her was not just magical but physical as well. Her hair turned white as snow, like that of the Saxon's. Star took complete control over Phoebe's body.
Light, white and blinding coiled around her, forming a storm of brightness so unnatural that even the stars would dim in fear if they saw it.
Star did not speak.
She did not look back to see how the others were fairing.
She did not bargain with demon like her mother had done.
She did not give it an opportunity to speak to her.
She just ripped Azur apart.
Her magic like a rain of blades, stabbed into the demon, ripping his wings first until they looked like torn rags. She floated around and ripped them out of his body, pulling them from the roots.
A cry of despair ca from Azur's still frozen body and yet no help ca to him. Next was his one horn that was left. She wrenched it from his head, digging it out as he had dug out David's heart.
Azur felt his powers leave him and he cried out. All was useless as he was torn part from limb by limb, unraveling the threads of his cursed existence. Unfinished, Star burned his body with the purest of holy fire and water, until his body crumbled to nothingness.
Unlike his master, there would be no crypt or prison, nothing remained of him and soon there would be no mory of him, that was what he deserved for what he had done to her father.
But she was not finished, Star ripped open the doors of the crypt with her bare hands, went inside and released an other scream. The demon Ravana, still awake after all those years, but powerless was also burned to nothing, reduced to dust before she could realize her dream.
The war was over.
But Star did not celebrate.
Star retreated and Phoebe once again had control over her body. She run to David's side and picked up the heart which had been ripped out of him. Phoebe put it on his chest and sent it back inside with magic. She poured the water of life into his mouth, trying to resurrect him.
One drop was not enough, so she added more and more and more until she had fed him a cup full. And yet, he remained dead, not a breath ca from him. Wails and shrieks ca from Phoebe, desperate cries that were pleas.
She thought about the one wish she had left and she vanished into the space. Quickly, she made the wish and ca out, but David was right where she had left him and he was still dead.
Phoebe started to laugh, she refused to believe that he was gone.
"It is impossible." she muttered. "I made a wish, I used the water. Bring him back to ." she scread.
She turned around and looked at the others, they were beyond the barrier that Star had set up, trying to get in but unable to do so. They were banging on it with the hands and fists.
Phoebe pointed at Ramiel and she pulled him inside the barrier.
"Bring him back." She demanded. "I fought your stupid war, I saved humanity. All I ask is that you bring him back to right now. You are an angel, you perform miracles."
Ramiel was about to stretch his hand out when he heard bells ringing.
"I am sorry." he said to Phoebe and he vanished.
Phoebe opened her mouth and she scread again, the founding council building shook as if a storm had co and it would sweep everything away.
She refused to accept David's death. There had to be a way to bring him back. Hadn't Othello lived for so many years?
The Saxon spirit ca out of the space, worried that Phoebe would lose her mind and find a new demon to make a deal with.
Before it could speak, the ground around Phoebe cracked open.
From the abyss, a voice--ancient, lazy, hungry.
"You made a wish, I am here to fulfill it."
Phoebe lifted her gaze to the chasm--a void swirling of forbidden energy. There within lay the unseen, a shadow, a thousand shadows. She could not tell but she knew that if it was because of the wish, the whatever it was, it was tied to the space.
"Who are you?"
"The forgotten, the tiless, the oracle, I have many nas and not a lot of ti. I am the voice you heard in Elythion. Let's just say that I have ties to the Saxon pendant. Now, do you have business with or not?" It asked.
"I will not make a deal with a demon." She hissed.
The shadows laughed, deep and cold. "I am no demon and I do not desire your soul. You made a wish and I am here to help, but so wishes, they co at a cost."
Phoebe clenched her fists. "Then what do you desire. What is the price?"
A pause. Then a whisper woven with temptation.
"His life....for the magic in your blood. All of it."
Phoebe looked at herself, she looked at her hands. Her magic had beco part of her, it was second nature to her, one of the things that defined her.
But, David's lifeless body lay in her hands.
She took no mont to decide.
"I accept."
A ripple of energy ca from the ground, invisible hands wrapped around her and David, pulling them into the hole.
When it closed up, the barrier shattered. Those that could move ran to the spot where Phoebe and David had been, but they were gone, vanished like they were never there.
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