Even as Emily is moving towards them, Kit is turning to face the shadow at his back. But it's fast, there and then gone again in an instant, leaving only a hazy afterimage in its wake. It appears again as he whips back around to face his companion, this time at her side, and then promptly vanishes into the air, a cloak of black wrapping around it so dense it hides seamlessly in the darkness...
He knows that creature, though. Its shape is familiar to him. He's seen it once before, through the blinding and painful aura of a headache that had ushered in the memory. They'd stood face-to-face in an arena with thousands, maybe tens of thousands of spectators all around and screaming for blood. And that man had marked him, promising a painful demise with just one word and a finger to his head.
Bang.
"I recognize him..." Kit's eyes turn skyward. "...he is a demon, like myself."
He knows it's true, but even so it feels strange to admit. Is the being that Emily summons a creature whose nature is on par with his own? There isn't any time to contemplate the answer, much as he'd like. Maddening laughter echoes from above, and with it a bright light begins to swell...downwards and towards them.
Kit doesn't think. Only moves. Using his own body to shield the young woman who somehow found her way into this nightmare to help him...
we were cheated out of that good stuff
Even as Emily is moving towards them, Kit is turning to face the shadow at his back. But it's fast, there and then gone again in an instant, leaving only a hazy afterimage in its wake. It appears again as he whips back around to face his companion, this time at her side, and then promptly vanishes into the air, a cloak of black wrapping around it so dense it hides seamlessly in the darkness...
He knows that creature, though. Its shape is familiar to him. He's seen it once before, through the blinding and painful aura of a headache that had ushered in the memory. They'd stood face-to-face in an arena with thousands, maybe tens of thousands of spectators all around and screaming for blood. And that man had marked him, promising a painful demise with just one word and a finger to his head.
Bang.
"I recognize him..." Kit's eyes turn skyward. "...he is a demon, like myself."
He knows it's true, but even so it feels strange to admit. Is the being that Emily summons a creature whose nature is on par with his own? There isn't any time to contemplate the answer, much as he'd like. Maddening laughter echoes from above, and with it a bright light begins to swell...downwards and towards them.
Kit doesn't think. Only moves. Using his own body to shield the young woman who somehow found her way into this nightmare to help him...