A Fight For His Body And Soul

Astaroth looked from a fair distance away, the pressure on his shoulders now gone, as the demonized him and angelic him fought it out inside the soul space.

Black flames erupted, washed away by rays of golden white light. One moment, Geminae shot out of the explosions, chased by his demonized version, and the next moment, the tables were turned.

"They look equally matched, for now," Astaroth mumbled as he tried to avoid the fight.

When the two started duking it out, he rapidly realized they cared little for him, as attacks closely missed him or flames licked at his face as he jumped back.

He could become collateral damage at any point if he stayed too close to them. The problem was that their combat was moving quickly and all over the soul space.

Astaroth didn't know where to go to stay safe anymore.

He also wasn't sure leaving them to fight alone was a good idea.