Episode Twelve, The Conclusion
Loss can do strange things to those with the free will of thought and actions. Loss can drift a solid foundation of ideas and blur the lines of what was once very clearly right and wrong. The object of loss doesn't always matter. The loss of something foreign to one could have the same impact to another that could equate to the death of a loved one to someone else. Physical, mental, objective and subjective losses can tear a mind and soul down quicker than a mortal wound.
Losses filled the small magical island covered primarily by forest. All sides, thoughts, and beings suffered in one way or another from loss. Sanity, courage, physical strength, and the will to go on were just some of the results of such losses at that moment.
Kyle, half his face disfigured by burns and his brain corrupted with gluttony so fierce that his past logical brain was nowhere to be found, chased down Daisy. Daisy, grief-stricken and frightened by her situation so greatly that her will to fight back waned to the point of her wanting to just lie down and give up, ran and dodged the great demon's advances toward her.
Eliza, anger swelled so greatly within her from the loss of her once kind and logical husband lashed out at the one she used to love in an attempt to end the life of the very man she would have sacrificed everything to save just a few weeks prior. She leaped through the air and took hold of the great demon, using all her body weight and strength from her finely toned muscles to pull him to the ground.
The man that had lost his soul struggled just a few hundred yards from the scuffle as he gripped a nearby tree so tightly that chunks of the hard bark crumbled under his fierce grasp. He cried to himself for the loss of the one woman that he had once cherished when alive. He had wanted to win her heart but the insanity of what he had become ruined it. He growled to himself and wanted to end his own life but he wasn't the only one to blame. He hated the great demon just as much as he hated himself. The demon would have to die first. His love was lost to him forever, and he would make all who had a part of that loss pay. Including himself.
Below the struggling great demon, a frightened woman and angry wife lied a man who had lost his confidence to fight. Adam felt his life drift from him and excepted that loss. He watched those around him but his usual desire to protect those around him had left with his loss of physical strength. The great demon had shown him just how weak he truly was. He was only human and for the first time in his life; being human wasn't enough.
The ancient demon knelt to the side of the dying man. She looked down at the last hope she had to fulfill her desires to regain her control over the very lands she had built. Riggan's hands lightly lay upon the chest of the dying man as her heart felt empty from the impending doom of everything she had worked for. She felt the loss of her sister, who was far away and locked in a prison. She felt the loss of her island, which held within it a piece of her very soul. She felt the loss of time and energy that she had given to raise the great demon that fought directly above her.
Dixie sighed from the stone wall within the pit as she watched Adam's dying body. She had lost the very courage that made her unique. Always being smaller than other women, Dixie had always made up for her petite stature with a personality to match that of even the great demon. Her personality had shied to match her size when the great demon had shown her just how useless such pretentions were. With a heavy heart, Dixie slid her back down the stone as she collapsed into a sitting position and waited for everything to end.
Only a few nights ago, Lucy had turned eighteen. She had her entire life ahead of her and was excited to start things anew with college, friends, and goals. All of that glorious mystery that had laid in front of her was wiped away when she found herself trapped on the island. She watched as Adam breathed his dying ragged breaths and wiped a tear from her eyes. This was it for her. No more mystery. She knew the end. She would not have that life as she had so desired. She would not meet new people. She would die to a monster. The monster that would end up killing her didn't matter, for they were all the same to her.
Rebecca had run into the depths of the forest once the fight with the great demon broke out for she thought she had caught a glimpse of her mother. Rebecca had lost much when she had stepped into her husband's office to find him with another woman. She never thought that she would be the woman to be in that kind of marriage. She blamed herself for not seeing the signs earlier. She blamed herself for not being enough for him. He had been a good man. The actions that he had taken were not his fault. She had made him do it. Her throat hurt from her screams for her mother. She couldn't handle any more loss. Her mother and aunt were the only people that were holding her together. She didn't like admitting to herself that she was as weak as she was but couldn't deny it any longer. Her mother was out there and close. She had seen her. She knew it.
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"Adam," the beautiful demonic woman whispered at him from his side. He rolled his head and looked into her glowing eyes. She curled her lips into a small smile before continuing. "It doesn't have to be over. I can help you but you have to know something. It will... change you."
Adam tried to work the air from his lungs to speak but the pain was too great and he gave up. What could she possibly do? He was dying. He had seen this many times before with friends. He could feel the rest of his strength slowly seeping out of him with every second. His chest hurt with every shallow breath.
"Just nod your head," the demon said in a pleading tone. "Wiggle your fingers, blink multiple times. Do something to show me that you accept my offer."
Adam thought about the offer. What would change about him? Would he turn into one of those bull-headed monsters? Would he turn into something else? Would his thoughts be the same? If it changed who he was inside, was it really him that was being saved? He heard shuffling feet and rolled his head to see someone rising from the floor of the pit.
Dixie was walking toward him with shock painted on her face.
"You can save him," she asked. She truly was beautiful. He respected her bravery. He didn't realize it at the time but he now admitted to himself that it had broken his heart to see her keep her distance from him when he had returned and stabbed that coward after saving her friends.
"Not unless he accepts it," the demon answered, not looking away from him. He rolled his head back over to look at her. "He won't retain his free will if I force the change."
Free will? He would keep who he was? Then how would he change?
"Blink, Adam," Dixie begged. He could feel her hands press down on his arm and pain shot through his arm and shoulder. He kept his eyes locked to the demon and began blinking as fast as he could.
"That's good enough," the demon said, her face lighting with a mile.
The demon stood up and let the long robe she wore slide down her back to reveal her naked body. Her bright red skin was covered in swirling black tattoos that glowed in the darkness of the pit. She reached down and he grunted in pain as she pulled his pants down. Once he felt the cold air of the small cavern touch his penis, the pain stopped as she closed her eyes and began chanting something in a language too complex for human tongue.
"What are you doing," Dixie's voice called from his side.
"Healing him," the beautiful demon said as she opened her eyes and looked down. Her gaze seemed to pierce into his soul and he felt his cock cover in warmth as she sat down on him. He hadn't even realized that he had an erection. He wasn't even sure if any of his body still worked at all but he felt his lungs fill up with sweet air and let out a moan of pleasure.
Strength began to return to various parts of his body at different times as the demon gently rose up and drifted down. Her cunt seemed to be sucking at his cock as she continued her magical ride. Something inside of him that wasn't quite physical serged from within and a sense that no words could ever explain was born. He could feel the demon's soul. He could feel the missing piece that she had given away. He didn't know where the piece was, only that it was a gift and the loss had never truly mended.
