deadly night shade 9

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Exposed
Windfire opened the bottle of liquid and splashed it on several of the demons that were crowded together. All of the demons who were hit by the liquid shrieked loudly before disappearing into the air as puffs of smoke. She turned toward Emberstrike, “This one definitely goes into the book.”
“Ha! Try us demons!” Roy shouted, throwing a bottle of liquid into another crowd of demons.
“Yeah, just break the glass bottles, they’re not reusable or anything. I can’t just wash them and refill them when there’s another demon that needs slain,” Emberstrike hissed. “Throw them if you’re going to give me the money to replace them.”
“Sorry, first instinct,” Roy apologized.
“Look, just unscrew the lid and splash the liquid,” Shade said quickly.
“But throwing it looks cooler!” Rich complained.
“Then deal with the pissed off witch that purchased the vials,” Shade said, throwing the liquid at a few of the fiends that were in the midst of fighting one another.
“I love doing this,” Ravenwater shouted, tossing the liquid into the air. “Muwahahahaha!” he laughed wickedly before running off, splashing more liquid into a crowd.
“I think he may have a more wicked side than me,” Shade said, surprised at Ravenwater’s enthusiasm.
“Nah, you’re even more evil than the demons here,” Windfire winked.
Shade blushed and stammered before shaking it off and continuing into the crowds of demons that filled the street like a most pit in a concert. He saw what Ravenwater was doing and followed suit, only using a small amount of the liquid per crowd, sending the demons to hell in the form of black smoke.
“Look, we have an audience,” Frostgem pointed to a family of humans who were on their roof, trying to evade the demons.
“What?” Windfire stopped and stared at the frightened humans who were trying to understand what they were doing. “They’re watching us…” she said, lowering her hand that held the vial.
Shade placed his hand on her shoulder, “They know we’re protecting them. That’s all there is to say.”
“How do you know that?” Windfire turned to him, still uncertain if they should continue.
“Because you’re killing the threat,” Shade replied and kissed her forehead.
“But if they know we’re witches…” Windfire started.
“No, this isn’t the 14th century. They will understand,” Shade replied. “Just continue what we’ve started.”
“Alright, but I’ve got to talk to them,” Windfire said, starting at the demons again. She continued throwing the liquid, making a beeline to the house dragging Shade with her.
“Why am I being dragged with you?” Shade asked, weakly throwing some of the liquid at a few of the stray demons.
“Because teleporting is faster than climbing,” Windfire replied.
“Ah, making use of your stupid boyfriend,” Shade nodded, smiling proudly and letting her lead him through the crowd of demons.
“Nah, just coming up with a better strategy,” Windfire replied.
“Strategy?” Shade asked, drawing his sword. “Screw the liquid…” he growled, cutting through the crowds of demons with his sword. She let Shade take the lead, slashing into the demons’ thin, unprotected flesh.
“First step to a better strategy,” Windfire said, shooting ice at the fiends instead of using all of the liquid intended on vanquishing the monsters.
“Yes,” Shade nodded as he made a clear path to the house where the humans were hiding from the invading demons. The windows of the house were shattered and demonic eyes were upon visible in the darkness. He took Windfire’s hand and sot them to the roof where the family was hoping to avoid being fed upon. They turned and gasped when the pair teleported to the roof. The woman brandished her finger at Shade. “What?” Shade asked, not sure why they were more afraid of him than they were the demons.
“Shade, your covered in blood,” Windfire motioned around her face. Shade nodded and wiped the blood from his face to his sleeve.“Don’t be alarmed, we’re witches and those things are demons,” Windfire said slowly.
“Witches?” the man asked.
“Well, warlock in my case, but that’s not important,” Shade said quickly. The y turned around to the shattering of glass and demons breaking through their last line of defense. “Not today,” Shade snarled, stepping to the front line.
“You can’t fight all of them…” the little girl said, clearly frightened.
“I can’t die, “Shade said triumphantly as he slashed into a troll, then an imp, a goblin, a hell hound…
Windfire began shooting ice and lightning at the fiends. “Isn’t it odd that we haven’t seen any ogres or giants?”
“A bit,” Shade huffed, cutting through the horde of demons. “But, I don’t want to jinx it.”
“Good point,” she agreed, watching the crowds quickly dissipate, becoming nothing.
“You saved us…” the woman muttered.
“It’s what we do,” Windfire smiled.
“Are you two…” the man pointed back and forth between the two of them.
“We’re soul mates,” Windfire replied, leaning on Shade’s chest.
“S-soul mates,” Shade stammered, watching Windfire intently.
“How are the others doing?” Windfire asked, running to the edge of the roof. She smiled upon the triumphant witches who had managed to slay most of the invading monsters.
“You’re all magic witches?” the woman asked, staring at Windfire.
“Yes, and if you’d not report what we can do to anybody we’d appreciate it. Secrecy is the only way we can do what we do in peace,” Shade whispered.
“You have our word,” the man nodded. “And thank you.”
“No problem,” Shade muttered, trying to not cry.
“What do you say we just rejoin the others?” Windfire asked, turning bright-eyed toward Shade.
“Right,” Shade nodded, sheathing his sword again.
“You might want to wipe your face again,” the woman said quickly before they teleported away.
“Let’s hurry,” Shade whispered, running fast toward the others. Windfire watched him, knowing something was bothering him deeply.
“You revealed yourselves to humans,” Emberstrike muttered.
“They’re not going to tell anybody what they saw,” Shade assured her, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You said you saw bigger demons than just trolls and goblins, right?” Windfire turned toward Ravenwater.
“There were a few giants, orcs and ogres on the news,” Ravenwater replied.
“Great…” Shade growled.
“What?” Rich asked.
The ground began to shake, yet not because of a mundane occurrence. “What the hell is that?” Roy asked, looking around desperately.
“The giant creatures we’ve been anticipating,” Shadowstorm said flatly.
“At least there will be less of them,” Frostgem said optimistically.
“Numbers mean nothing and we’re about out of the potion to instantly slay them,” Emberstrike turned toward the group and cringed. “Did it rain blood on you?” she asked Shade.
“No, my sleeves are just as bloody as my face,” Shade replied. “I’d just be smearing the blood, not cleaning anything.”
“You seriously look like a bloodbath,” Emberstrike said, somewhat frightened by Shade’s appearance.
“I feel like one, too,” Shade muttered, looking down at his sword which was also caked in blood.
A large purple demon with red eyes and armed with a spear stepped from the woods. “Who is contestant number one?” Ravenwater asked, cringing at the sight of the demon.
“Hell, use my immortality to our advantage,” Shade cracked his neck and advanced toward the large beast.
“Something’s wrong with Shade,” Windfire said sadly, ignoring the quaking earth.
“How do you know?” Shadowstorm asked.
Windfire frowned, “I can just feel it.”
“Master has been a bit off,” Rich agreed, faking ignorance.
“I wonder what’s wrong with him,” Roy whispered.
“I wish I knew,” Windfire nearly cried, watching Shade jump into the air.
Shade took a swipe at the ogre and just managed to dodge the tip of the spear. Shade shot a bolt of darkness as the demon and fell gracefully toward the ground. He gritted his teeth when the magic attack blinded the beast.
“Damn it!” he growled, rolling to the side, trying to avoid the frantic creature’s shuffling feet. Every time he tried to move, the creature’s foot work knocked him helplessly to the ground again.
“If he takes one false move he’s dead,” Emberstrike whispered, shaking her head in disbelief.
“He said he was immortal,” Roy said quickly.
“Not invincible,” Frostgem corrected Roy.
“What?” Roy asked, watching Shade with a lot of concern.
“I’m going to die,” Shade realized as he tried crawling away from the distressed ogre. He finally managed to crawl, using the tempo of the creature’s step to his advantage ad slowly climb to a crouching position.
“You hurted us!” the creature cried.
Shade ignored the vertigo he was fighting and stood up, trying to figure out what to do. The ogre showed almost no signs of weakness since when it was in a fit of confusion it could shake the ground around it, preventing any close assaults from advancing. “The earth…” Shade whispered, looking around at the bared soil. He shot another attack at the beast, this time it was the element of earth. Shade raised the ground up to the ogre’s ankles, trapping it in place.
“What happenings? We can’t move!” the ogre cried, trying to life his feet to no avail. For safe measure, Shade continued using hand motions to control the earth, turning the dirt into quicksand.
“Very smart,” Shadowstorm whispered as they watched Shade’s battle from a safe distance.
“He’s making it’s defense it’s own demise,” Emberstrike smiled.
“Are you okay?” Ravenwater asked, looking at Windfire.
“Yes,” she nodded, smiling at the man she was in love with.
Shade smirked at his own cunning. “You are so dead,” he whispered as he raised his sword again.
“You warrior mighty than we,” the ogre bowed the best he could not being able to buckles his knees.
“Indeed,” Shade agreed as he leapt into the air again, drawing his sword backward. He thrust the blade into the ogre’s heart and used his weight to yank down the sword through the demon’s weird colored flesh. He moved his hand, releasing his hold on the dirt, letting the ogre fall to his death.
“He did it!” Rich cheered, nearly squeaking.
“You did not just hit that high of a pitch,” Shadowstorm raised her eyebrows.
“I’m more concerned with Shade’s well-being,” Frostgem said quickly, reminding them of that challenging battle Shade had endured.
“How many more do you think there are?” Emberstrike asked.
“Probably not very many if we’d only seen one in person,” Roy said, stroking his chin.
Shade stepped before the others, sheathing his blood-stained sword in silence. “Well, I believe we’ve done our duty,” Shade whispered.
“What?” Windfire asked.
“Look at the sky,” Shade said, motioning upward. The blackness was gone and the sky was fading back to its usual blue hue of the afternoon.
“It’s beautiful,” Windfire smiled as she threw her arms around Shade.
“I’d kiss you, but the blood…” Shade was cut off with a kiss.
“Wow, she is the bravest girl I know,” Frostgem muttered.
Shade opened his eyes and did a quick motion with his hands which brought down a black curtain between the others, Windfire and himself. “What’s that?” Windfire asked.
“A little privacy in case you need a minute,” Shade whispered, letting her kiss him again and again.
“Are you mine yet?” she asked.
Shade nearly cried, “No, I can’t be…”
“Okay,” she cried, trying to not let the tears show in her eyes. “I guess you’ll be grabbing your book and going then…”
“For now,” he whispered, not wanting to leave her again.

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deadly night shade 11