MY SWEET DEMON

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He felt himself in daze as the softness of her lips pressed against him. His heart thumping and beating loudly, inside his stomach was a burning sensation that couldn't be described, her scent making him calm in an instant and her warmth embracing him in a comforting way. . . Mist's senses coming back to normal, but once he flickered his eyes open was a view before him that he did not expect.

Z was breathing harshly, her face pale and cold. There was a painful smile across her lips. Her heavy eyelids almost closing. She kissed his cheek for the last time before mumbling, "Win this last battle for me."

And with that said, her wings went limp. Wasn't able to fly or to move even an inch anymore. Z' form slowly falling down, some of her wings' feathers flying in the air, a half smile and lazy eyes could be seen on her face as her hair covers some areas of her features. She mouthed, "End the war."

Mist was frozen, his head was hurting so much. It was as if he woke up from a deep slumber and found himself infront of a battleground. His eyes were shaking as he witness how Z is about to fall broken on the ground — 26 ft. to be exact.

Storm was fast to move, he caught Z in his arms and immediately took her away from the scene. That made Mist able to let out a sigh of relief.

"Aww... Isn't that so sweet?" The white haired phantom comments with full of sarcasm. Her voice teasing and more powerful than the last few minutes.

Mist sent her a devious glare before licking his dry lips. "It would've been sweeter if you die now."

Mist regained his memories after some while. He remembered everything that happened even when he became the slaughtering demon minutes ago. He bit his lips from remembering his mistakes and also from the intense irritation he felt for the woman infront of him. His left Iris turning into a matt black — no emotion nor reflection could be seen and his other iris changed into a white silver surrounded by dark blue lining at the circle of his iris and on his pupil. The white on his eyes became all black as white liquid pour down his eyes.

‘all of what's happening now is because of her’

‘she's the reason why Z is in pain now’

‘i need to kill’

Triggering thoughts came across his mind the longer he stare at Ezdeth and the longer he sees her breathing. He was dead ass mad about what happened to Z for some odd reason. He hated seeing her weak and suffering.

Ezdeth's reaction was bizarre as she nervously pushed her head back, not believing what she is seeing. She muttered, "Shit. Satanic mode level 9."

Demons has levels and rankings as well... Level 1 and above. And level 9 is the least level. Which means, no one can escape alive after starting a fight with the demon. Satanic mode can only be inherited by one royale blooded demon out of ten once a demon turned 21. And at this case, Mist has it even though he was only 17.

Ezdeth wasn't able to pull a stunt or to even react. When Mist popped infront of her in a speed of a light. His black wings were bigger than before and the Youtu spread all over his body wasn't just pure white anymore. It was mixed neon blue and steamy white.

A smirk danced on his lips as his hands stroke inside Ezdeth's chest. His palm and fingers groping her heart. Not long enough when Ezdeth couldn't suddenly breathe nor even move her eyelids. She felt the inside of her heart turning into an ice and eventually all of her turned frozen from the inside of her body to the outside and the last tips of her hair.

"Aww~ that wasn't fun of you to die that easily. Thought I expected more." He pouted playfully as he took back his hands and watched her fall with an impact on the ground. Her body breaking at the process.

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STORM's POV.

I watched Mist as he dropped Ezdeth's body on the ground. His devious smirk unleashing and turning back into a soft frown. I gulped as he came back from satanic mode level 9 to his normal demon form. I was happy that he was able to use his mother's power even in his satanic mode. Snow and Ice. That could only mean that he's sane and he isn't like the other demons who forget what they are and just go on killing spree once they reached satanic mode level 3 and above. Maybe Z' Youtu triggered his secondhand Youtu.

"Z did great." I mumbled looking at Z' body resting on my back.

I honestly didn't know she'll figure out that way. She sent her last ounces of Youtu into Mist through the kiss as she try to awaken Mist's satanic mode and let his angel Youtu out. It's like hitting two birds with one stone.

Suddenly a frown crept on my lips remembering something more important, "Though Ezdeth's died, it doesn't mean the poison inside Z' body is gone." I huffed seeing Z still unstable.

Sure that everyone was celebrating, all the phantoms either died or got prisoned. . . There were still lot's of work to do to finish this mess. And one of those are the injured warriors and wrecked areas and houses.

"Hyung, how is she?" Suddenly a shiver run down my spine hearing a cold serious voice right behind me. I turned around facing Mist. I haven't even notice him coming towards me.

I breathed in, scared to anger him.  My eyes weaver as he looked at mines deeply. "Tell me hyung."

His voice was calm but it was enough to make me flinch. I stuttered, "T-The poison is s-still inside her."

"Is there a way to take it away?" He asked. I couldn't believe how calm he was despite the overflowing emotions inside his eyes.

I slowly nod my head. "There is, but we need to find Fate noona."

He furrowed his brows, "How. . . How many more minutes till the poison spread more?"

"For about eleven minutes to be exact and before she truly dies."

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A/N: this shit is going to end badly! However!!! I'm posting a special chapter before the final chapter! 😉