CHAPTER 49: Back in time.

At once the fight was set into motion.

No matter how many shells were fired, the demon refrained from using magic. He felt like he might pass out if he did. Nevertheless, the mortals could barely lay a hand on him.

One time a soldier came close enough to stab him, only to get a splash of demon blood over him. With the acidic fluid eating away at his flesh and skin he was left unable to continue the fight and was soon trampled under the feet of his comrades.

Once Sirin decided that he had had enough he changed into his flame demon form and set the entire field ablaze. Unlike the angel, most mortals, especially humans of which more than half of this group consisted off, were vulnerable to fire.

To achieve this, he would let it spread out under their feet. On top of that he would change back to his base form, fly up and change back into a flame demon to let fire rain down from the skies.

When he was done the area was barely indistinguishable from hell. A few people still tried to move, to run away. But their lives slipped away faster than that they could crawl.

Sirin was sitting on the altar and looked out over the scorched land in disappointment.

Even after he had given them more changes than that they deserved, they had still chosen to try and kill him.

He sighed and stood up to collect the souls of the fallen soldiers. Sadly, there wasn't a trace of the few people who had chosen to flee. He would have loved to speak to them one last time before he would go back to hell. But he found it too much effort to chase after them, so he would just let them be.

As he wandered over the wasteland, he found a soldier that wasn't as burned as the rest. It was the one who had the black blood sprayed all over him. Though it was clear that he would have been better off if he had just died. There were large gaping holes in the places of direct contact with the blood and black veins were visible over the rest of the slowly melting body.

Sirin wasn't quite sure if this was normal for demon blood. But he didn't mind it.

When he was done, he walked back to the altar and poured some of his magic into it.

He had considered to go back to the base to tell William that he was going back, but William might be the verry person who decided that it was a great idea to betray him. Therefore, he just accepted the souls of the people he had just slaughtered as the substitute for the human souls and jumped trough the portal he had just created.

Somewhere in the rubbish Vran crawled up. After pretending they were dead and using their fallen comrades as a shield against the flames they were only left with some severe burns.

When they stood up, they almost had to throw up from the stench of burning flesh and the taste of blood in their mouth.

They walked towards the altar with a gun in hand. As they stood in front of it, they shot through the closing portal even if it didn't do anything. After the portal was closed, they continued to fire until no one could read the inscriptions anymore.

No one must ever bring such a destructive force back into the world. Not from hell, nor from the heavens.

They stumbled away from the battleground with no regrets.

On Sirin's side he could only vaguely hear the gunshots as they echoed through the portal.

But he paid no attention to it as he rushed, as fast as his wings could carry him towards the dead forest with the magic filled knife in hand.

Even if he went back earlier than planned, he still had the idea that he had to hurry even if that was verry unlikely.

Once he landed in front of Amanda he was out of breath. "Did anything change?" He asked as soon as he was able to speak again.

But instead of answering his question Amanda stared at the demon in horror. "Your horn! How did that happen? Does it hurt?"

Sirin reached out to the broken off horn. Tough it was already regrowing there was still a large chunk missing.

"I found out what an angel is. Well… a fallen angel would be more accurate. But more importantly, how are you and your offspring doing?"

"Were fine." She spoke while still staring at Sirin with worry in her eyes. "I've only noticed a heartbeat twice after you left so we still have enough time for you to recover."

Amanda noticed how the young demon wanted to protest and managed to stop him before he could speak. "Sirin you nearly collapsed in front of me, you're dragging your wings and tail behind you like a piece of cloth, and you are missing a horn. Before you do anything please at the verry least, sleep first."

With a low crumble the demon retreated back into to the cave. Here he changed into his Naga form and curled up. yet he still glared at the little human Amanda was holding in front of the cave's entrance.