8.

Hurried footsteps can be heard as a figure runs through a darkened hallway, breathing heavily in terror.

Screams of terror and death can be heard all around, along with the symphony of blood splattering and bodies being stabbed and rendered into pieces.

The person somehow manages to get outside, a shaky and crazy grin of relief stretching on their lips. But that relief doesn’t last for long.

Suddenly, they scream in agony, falling down in pain. They look down at their right leg, which now has a large icicle protruding out from it. They hurriedly break both ends of the icicle, screaming in pain as they did so.

Blood flows like a little stream from it and softly make its way onto the green grasses and flowers.

They stand up and start limping, trying to get away from the massacre behind them. They look back once more when they could no longer hear the screams. They turn their head, stopping in fright as their eyes settle on the person standing few feet away of them.

“Please…” They whisper out, eyes blown wide in fear. “Please, I’ll give you anything you want.” They take shaky steps back, trying to move far away from the demonic form in front of them.

“You know…” A voice started behind them and the blooded man swivels around to face them. “For a person who managed to get the blood of the ninth Earth Guardian, you are pretty damn easy to find, Mage Nerman.

The owner of the voice step into the light provided by the moons and Nerman gasp in fear.

“No…” He whispers, head shaking in disbelief. “No! I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“Your actions says otherwise.” They figure says coldly. “Not only do you house dangerous relics that should be lost to time in your home, you experimented on innocent children for you sick pleasure and selfish curiosity.” They walk slowly to Nerman, who limps backways. “Children that I have to cut down because of how twisted they have become, due to you making use of the blood you unwillingly took.”

They stop in their steps, looking down at Nerman coldly. “Your time have come, Nerman Delerys.” Whilst saying this, another figure walks up to them, bearing two heads in both hands. “And don’t worry, your wife and daughter are already waiting for you.”

The figure throws the heads nonchalantly and they roll towards him and stop at his feet.

Nerman stares into the dead and terrified eyes of his wife and child. Their mouths are opened in silent screams, adding to their horrified and frightened look. He gives a heart wrenching sob, dropping abruptly to the floor. He gently holds their heads in each hands, caressing their cheeks.

“They had nothing to do with this!”

“And neither did the countless children you experimented on.” They retort blandly. “An eye for an eye. And besides, you did a terrible job at hiding them.”

Nerman looks at the blue haired figure with hatred in his eyes.

“What?” They scoff. “You really thought you could escape the judgment of the Guardians?” They smile sweetly. “I’m sorry to say that your time with the living is long overdue. It is time to meet Helma now.” They said, their arms spread.

Nerman lets out a war cry and surges forward, a dagger in hand. He suddenly pauses, standing still and unable to move immediately the blue haired woman fisted her hand.

“Wha-?!” He says weakly. He struggles to move, his attempts fruitlessly.

“Do you know the wonderful thing about water, Mage Nerman?” The woman begins, a soft smile on her lips. “It is everywhere. In the air, in the plants, even the human body is consisted of water. The blood running through your veins is made of water. How convenient, don’t you think?”

Nerman’s eyes widens in understanding and fear. “How did you know?”

“Durien Empire.”

His eyes narrow into angry slits, his breathing becoming that of rage. He abruptly let of a scream of pain, looking fearfully into Nordic blue eyes. The woman eyes goes wide a little in shock, before they narrow into slits; brows ceasing.

“I see.” She says, voice emotionless. “How barbaric.” She spits out. Nerman’s pain increases ten folds and he throws his head back with a scream. His eyes find their way back to hers; blown wide with pain and terror.

“Goodbye Nerman. Do enjoy your stay in hell, because your soul won’t be seeing any rest for the time being.”

“NO!”

The woman smiles pleasantly, eyes closed. That is the last thing he sees before she opens her fist and icicles made of blood erupted from within Nerman’s body. They erupt out from his eyes, mouth, his ears and his head. One eyeball pops out with a gush of blood, flying to the floor and rolling, and his brain matter bursts out, flying into the air before landing on him.

As if all that is not enough, the blue haired woman drains the water within a tree nearby – killing the plant in the process – and makes slim icicles above him. She drops them on him with a swipe of her arm. They pierce his falling body, stabbing straight into the ground and making him look like a pin cushion.

Nerman gives one last twitch before his body finally slumps.

A sound of hands meeting in slow applause draws their attention. They all turn to face where the applause is coming from. The figure that stands feet away behind Nerman disappears and reappears besides their mistress; making them to tense in alarm.

“You never cease to send a shiver of want down my spine when you get this brutal.”

“Daghishat.” The woman calmly says and the two behind her immediately go down on a knee each and giving a small bow of their head. She takes some few steps forward. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have business downstairs to take care of?”

The newcomer gives a diabolical grin – sharp and exposing shark like teeth – with an unholy look in his eyes. His hair is as white as snow, clashing against his cacao skin and deep magenta eyes. The light of the three moons shine on him, giving him an angelic but deadly look. To put it simple, he looks like a fallen angel.

She stares up at him with a blank look. He raises up a hand and takes hold of her cheek. He caresses her cheeks, looking straight into her eyes as he does so.

“Your powers are weakening.” He states.

“A price to pay for my transition.” She says solemnly. “Soon, the power and title will go to our child. Today will be the last day I interfere with matters concerning the Guardians. I will have no say in anything concerning the mortal realm after tonight.”

“You won’t be able to help our child fight their Guardian battles.”

She nods in confirmation at his statement. “I may not be able to fight with and for them, but I can advise them in their journey.”

The man hums thoughtfully, still staring into her eyes. “I feel guilty for convincing you to accept Daemonhood.”

“Don’t be.” She places her hand on his. “Dealing with humans and their constant bullshit for thousands of years has been utterly exhausting. I’ll leave our child to deal with the joys of being us for a change.”

“How generous of you.” He chuckled deeply, grinning toothily.

The two keep staring into each other’s eyes intently. The blue haired finally had enough and calls the spilt blood to her feet, creating an ice stand and raising herself to his level - seeing as he's three meters in height.

She takes hold of his face and pulls him into a deep kiss. He grins into it before taking hold of her waist and deepens the kiss. The ice stand melts and splatters on the ground.

The two of them don’t seem to care about their surrounding as they continue to ravish each other mouths. When they finally have their fill of each other, the blue haired woman separates from him with a gasp, breathing heavily. Her eyes are blown with lust; her lips parted and stained with blood due to them being caught by his teeth. He uses his tongue to lick the blood up. His actions makes her shiver and she wraps her hands around his large horns.

“I cannot wait for the day that you take me in fully in my real form.” He says huskily; his voice deep and smooth as chocolate. “I will take you over and over again, not stopping until I am forever sketched into your very soul once again. Until you feel nothing but me as you move, eat, sleep and breathe. Maybe this time I'll be able to fuck a child into you.”

She lets out a gasp, shivering as he stares at her with a dark and promising look.

“I’ll hold you up to that.” She croaks out, swiping her tongue against her lips.

He chuckles darkly, eyes turning black. Without further ado, he shrinks down, taking on his human form – albeit still looking the same. The only thing that changes is his size and height, which is now 6'4. The blunet’s legs are back on the ground, although, she stands on her toes.

With a snap of his fingers, the demon sets the manor on fire, along with its dead owner. The blunet throws one last glance at the flaming corpse before turning her attention back to her partner; throwing her arms on his shoulders.

“Come, let me show you how much I’ve missed you so.” He growls deeply, his grip on her waist tightening.

And with that, the four of them disappear, leaving the burning scenery behind.