Jacqli sputtered out a cough, and a groan, one of her hands holding onto her chest, the other her bleeding neck. Damn. . . . she thought, seething, her face caught up in a very obvious grimace. The Siren still slept soundly with her half of Jacqli’s severed soul, her own song had become a lullaby to the she demon before any of the others it seemed. Without her, Jacqli was utterly powerless, and she knew it very well. The mortal teenager and her demonic alter had put their all into that last melody, into creating that aurora which still wavered overhead, raining down pieces of light unto the city and battlefield.
Jacqli had lost the vile of blue liquid that had been handed to her when that strange green-haired female had tried to take her head off. Noah’s demonic alter had come to the rescue though . . . that didn’t stop Jacqli from flinching of course. What the hell was going on? Why were they both after her specifically?
Calliope, who was her demonic alter. . . ? To have two members of the Black Emissaries coming after her particularly . . . something was up. And Jacqli didn’t like that one bit, but as thing stood it wasn’t like she could actually contact Calliope and get the answers out of her, after all, she was sealed up!
Warm blood continued to seep from the wound in Jacqli’s neck, and her hand wasn’t doing any good, it wasn’t halting the blood’s flow in the least. Jacqli coughed again, and craned her head up to look at the lights that still persisted within the sky. The brunette was able to make out streaks of light falling from it; falling to the earth and hitting ground, and people. Of course the lights were harmless; to normal humans they did nothing but look pretty, but to those who hosted demons, possessed any form of demonic power at all . . . they acted as a locking mechanism.
Soon . . . soon enough they’ll take effect, I’m certain of it. . . . the teenager thought. The song Jacqli and Calliope had sung took full effect on the crafter immediately due to the fact the power had spilled from their very soul. To those still fighting; it might take a bit for it to actually work, but it would work!
. . . .it had to. Then the crazies who had targeted her specifically would be left without power, and so would her allies. For a short time, they would be left as normal humans again, just for a short time. No, the thought wasn’t the most pleasant of ones, knowing that there were other Black Emissaries out there, but Jacqli doubted that they would attempt to strike again so soon after this. Calliope had agreed to her host’s beliefs, and supported fully her plans and song. The Siren wanted to see the battle end as well; there had been enough fighting for one day.
Blood began to seep down underneath the neckline of Jacqli’s soda-stained shirt, and soak into the material, leaving it an off-colored sort of brown. “Damn . . . it’s not clotting." she hissed, shutting her eyes. Here she was, once again, a damsel in distress. Jacqli had been trying to help out, trying to end this whole battle in a stalemate so she and her allies could rest and leave with their lives!! There was a lot left to do in this year to take down the Emissaries for good after all, and there was no way they could outlast the bastards on day one.
With a whimper, Jacqli shut her amber eyes and did something she normally never did, God, please! Please just let my song work already; I’m so tired of all of this!! Please just let this end for the day! J-Just please. . . . she felt a tear run down her cheek, Please don’t let me just sit here useless, just let it have worked.
“Work,” she whispered quietly, “Please depower them all. Please. . . .” As Jacqli uttered her pleas, the lights from above began to pour down upon the whole of Terropolis like a heavy rain shower; engulfing everyone and everything in its calming, and sealing torrents.