§ "What? I died? Again? Good grief, you'd think I'd have learned how to dodge by now." §
Everything hurt. Morgan's entire chest was torn open, blood pooling around him. Slowly, the wound was closing, but due to the size, it was taking more time than usual. Everything was dark. Morgan couldn't see. It was like his mind was detached.
Thud-thud
His heart beat once. A ragged breath tore itself from his throat. His heart beat again. He sat up, blood running down his chest. He picked at his torn clothing. He looked slightly put out. "Terrific. Another set of ruined clothes." He narrowed his eyes in the sound of the clamour. It seemed as though Caspar and Asmodeus had drawn the battle away from his corpse to give him time to heal. He couldn't even remember how he got hit in the first place. He stood upthe ruined shirt. He had more important things to take care of than clothing.
He ran towards the sound of battle, drawing a few odd looks from the random passerby who stayed out this time of night. Then again, he was covered in blood, so he supposed he gleaned those glances. He rounded the corner, just in time to watch Caspar cut off the head of a Demon. The creature looked like a small dragon. Morgan leapt over the corpse as it turned to ash and in one fluid motion, he sliced the next one in half with a blade formed of ice that he'd formed out of thin air.
"So, how many do we have? Anybody know why we've got so many in one place? As?"
The Demon snorted. "Why do you always ask me first? Good to see you back on your feet again, though." The Demon danced around the others, all but tearing his kin apart with his bare hands. "If you really want to know, these are the sons of Uthriel. Uthriel is one of the higher-ups in the eigth circle. My guess? They want to take me down." The Demon grinned, a manic look in his eyes as he slaughtered two more dragons.
Morgan had to surpress a sigh. The Demon liked fighting way too much. "You know as well as I do if they wanted to take you out, they wouldn't be bothering with me and Cass." The Demon laughed. "Yes, I suppose you are right. Can we wrap this up? I actually want to eat something before midnight tonight. That's be really nice." At this point, the Demon was just rambling, which put Morgan on edge. He hated distractions. It was what had gotten him killed in the first place.
"Would you just shut up already? Forget I even asked!"