The final battle

"Impressive human. I have seen a similar technique a long time ago, I wish I could have remembered when." Zarall murmured to himself, well crutching his hand. 

James was long gone, hiding behind a group of angels. 

Zarall, not even the slightest bit enraged, calmly walked forward, with a grim stride. Velocita pushed in stabbing Zarall in the side. In a loose motion, so relaxed it wouldn't frighten a bird, Zarall grabbed Velocita by the face. 

"Very well, you humans bought this onto yourselves" 

Like a stress ball Zarall squeezed. Velocita began to scream, trying to pry Zarall's hands off. Tighter and tighter, until like a pinata Velocita's eyes popped out of his head. With a tasteless plop Zarall dropped Velocita's twitching corpse. 

This stunned the group who up to this point naively saw this fight as simple. 

"Velocita, you mother fucker, you were supposed to be strong. What happened to all your boasting?" King looked like he was almost in tears. "You damn moronic, god forsaken, bitch, fucking, fucker, demon retard. Your dead, I said your fucking dead. Vain cast the spell."

Light, the true embodiment of light, as if the sun came down for vacation. It sprited the earth, parted the clouds, and destroyed anything in front of it for a mile. 

Dust filled the air, Wolf couldn't stop himself from coughing. When he looked around the world was all white, and then all black, no that wasn't right. Black would imply color, there was just nothing, nothing at all. He couldn't help thinking he was dead, but what dead man chokes on dust. He could still feel, yet everything felt num. 

Light spells are the rarest kind of spells, and often looked down upon for their adverse effects on allies. 

Wolf wasn't alone, no one could see, even those who thought themselves smart and closed their eyes, found themselves blind. 

Click, clack.

Someone laid their body onto Wolf's back, giving a long hug.

"Is that you Wisp?" Wolf asked even though he knew it was.

"Mmhm, would you prefer it if I left?"

"No." He lied.

"I'm so tired, do you think it's over?"

"We can hope." The whole truth, all Wolf wanted was for this to be over.

"You know…" She stopped herself.

"What?" 

"Nothing."

"No, you know, what? Wolf asked. 

"I've just never been happier than where I am now." She hugged Wolf harder. 

He held himself back from squirming away. In a way it was comforting, someone who didn't leave him, someone to rest his back against. 

"It's wrong I know, all the things I did. Killing and stuff. I'm not sure if you remember me, but you saved my life. The gods knows how long ago, but I was with my mom, no older than nine, and, and my mom being married to a bishop painted a target on her back. Father was supposed to be taking us out for dinner, however he was forced to bail on the plans, for work. My mom, the kind person she was, decided to go with just me and her. It was sushi. I remember thinking how mediocre the food was. I still don't understand how, and I don't think I ever will, but my mom knew something was up. She hid me in a cabinet, I started counting thinking it was some game. As soon as eight seconds went by, six men bursted through the door and plunged knives deep into my sweet mothers chest. Because apparently one wasn't Enough. You were not too far behind them, cut them down to the man. I remember thinking how someone so young should not be doing something so brutal, but I found myself idolizing you a bit, and look where we are.