Sorry that this doesn’t make any sense. Such is the beauty of this prompt. Read this like it’s a random scene grabbed out of a book. (I know the

characters are inconsistent and the dialogue is trash. I’m outside if my comfort zone) Anyways :)

read it and maybe you’ll enjoy the chaos!

Rowan spasmed in pain, doubling over and vomiting onto the grass. She stepped forward to do something—-anything, but he held out a hand to ward her off. Black bile poured out onto the grass from his throat, turning it brown as steam rose off of it. Confusion swarmed her mind, he said that they succeeded, that he couldn’t feel the darkness anymore. Did he choose to lie, or did she choose to believe?

“Don’t, please.” Rowan said firmly, “I can feel it, you have to get away.” He bent his head in shame, before another scream escaped his lips.

“Rowan…how long?” She sat down at a distance, aware of her stupidity, but she couldn’t let him face it on his own.

He looked up at her, his irises completely black. “It did stop for a while, I swear! But then-then-“ He gaze wandered to something over her shoulder and snapped back, unfocused and…feral.

Something inside her was beginning to break, but she had to stay strong, stand tall.

“Listen to me Kira. You have to end this. Me. It. I can’t contain it forever, and it will use me to kill. I can’t do this anymore, I can’t.” He looked at his hands and let out a choked sob: they were dark and glowing under the moonlight, consumed by golden veins. It was a sick sort of beauty, like the steely glory of a knife before it killed.

He was her heart, but now he was a weapon.

“How can you ask me to do that Rowan! How can you say that to me after all of our suffering!” If she killed Rowan, the memory of his stupid smile and his tormented face would tear at her mind for the rest of her life. He would leave a empty husk in his wake.

“There must be something to do, some craft or spell. I’m literally fucking magical!” She tried to recall anything she missed in the previous ritual, nothing.

“Well I’m literally turning into a fucking demon!” he growled.

Suddenly, there was no Rowan. The creature lunged and she thrust her arms out instinctively, the protection runes on her arms glowing in response. The creature slammed into a silver wall, clawing at the magic as it wrapped around it, trapping it instead of her.

It screeched in pain and fury. Was Rowan gone, was that it. If she killed it, would she be killing Rowan, or the demon he had become? She walked towards it sadly, hands held in a defensive position. It’s head whipped towards her, and the creature spoke.

“Kira, daughter of Calypso. I can smell your power,“ It shuddered in delight, “and it’s smells devine.”