Last Breaths 2

The white half breed approached them, still laughing.

[Shouldn't have held back boy] It said with a cackle. [Shouldn't have held back one bit.] 

Blake took one step only to realize that he was already in the grasp of the half breed as he was thrown back against the wall. The half breed stepped on his chest and cackled.

[I can imagine the pain the human feels. Or maybe he can't anymore. Pity. But thanks to him, I've been able to transcend to new heights. The Supreme One will be honored.]

The pain in Blake's chest began to increase as the weight of the half breed pushed more. Spen was about to rush in only to stop dead in his tracks, staring into the large red ball of vestorer. He knew that he wouldn't be able to dodge. Blocking would be pointless as well, as it would tear through his hollow. A vestorer from a pure white was not to be trifled with, even if it was a new one. It wasn't just about power when dealing with daemon. The longer the daemon had been around, the more smarter it was. And the more dangerous it became. Not to mention it was also relying on its human side.

[Good. Now, time for my treat.] the half breed said. It turned to Blake only to see the boy pointing his index finger at him.

"Jacquez is going to get pissed." Blake said. A tiny ball of licht energy formed at the tip of his index finger, which shot straight into the eye of the half breed. The half-breed staggered backwards, howling in pain as it clutched its left eye, its vestorer cancelled. Seizing the opportunity, Spen used his tail to whip the half breed on its back, while blasting it with a null. Blake drove his fist into the half-breed's jaw as it stumbled forward, sending it back, followed by Spen's black claw which scratched its back. Blake leapt into the air and, clasping both hands, slammed the half-breed down, bringing it to its knees. Spen appeared in front of it and fired a null, but it was intercepted by its arm. It grunted as the smoke cleared only to see Blake charging at him. He could sense the large pool of licht energy that swirled in his right hand. 

Being half-breed, his life and that of his human was intertwined. If his core was destroyed, he'd die. If the human's heart was destroyed, they'd both die. He could do without the brain, but the soul? No way! He had come to far to be killed. He wouldn't fall. Not like his fellow half-breeds. Not like his fellow daemon. Between his horns he began to charge a vestorer. The vestorer grew larger and larger until it was as big as a wrecking ball. He fired, being pushed back by the recoil.

His soul was faint, but since they were intertwined, it would still work. To be precise, his hit would be more than enough to take him out. The vestorer span towards Blake, devouring any matter in his way. It would reach him in four seconds max. He could barely see Spen running towards his direction to shield him from it but it would be pointless. He already factored it into his plan.

Blake acted immediately. He projected his astral form out of his body and, forming strings, attached them to his main body. "Soul: Marionette."

He immediately pulled his body out of harms way, just in time for the vestorer to zip past him. Returning to his body, he charged straight at the half-breed, leaping into the air, ready to take the half-breed down. Ready to...

*I hate you*

In that instant, Blake hesitated. It was another half-breed. If he killed it, he'd have more blood on his hands. He wouldn't be able to save the human within. He had to at least try.

It was this hesitation that led to Blake's downfall as the half-breed, seeing the hesitance, immediately preyed on it. Grabbing Blake, and flicking the confused Spen away with his tail, he slammed Blake into the wall. He drew closer to his face, licking it. 

[Poor child.] It said, [The problem with you is that you are too compassionate. Too kind for a world that is too cruel. Just as naive as the human within me. Always trying to do good when there's no other choice but to make the cruel choices.] The half-breed brought Blake's bleeding face closer to his. [I honestly do not care, but...it disgust me...] 

Blake raised his left hand, though with much difficulty, pointing his index finger at him. He fired once, before dropping his arm. The licht shot did nothing but dent it's skin.

[Wow. Admirable.] the half-breed said sarcastically. "[But you'd have to do more than that to kill me]"

"I agree." A voice said.

Before the half-breed could turn around to see the speaker, he saw blood spraying out from his chest. More pain was felt as a new wound was opened out of nowhere. The half-breed dropped to its knees once again, letting go of Blake. It finally turned to look at the face of its killer.

"[Do I know you?]" The half- breed asked.

"Hell would I know." Diego said, touching the half-breed shoulder, "I just wanted to get some shut eye."