Chapter 113 Chapter 113
Another sob shook her body. She wasn’t ready to let him go. Not when he had just come back to her. He had to stay with her.
She clutched his cold hand desperately, letting her light magic flow from her body in an endless stream. “Take it. Take it all, I don’t need it,” she cried. “It’s yours anyway. I… I only borrowed it, isn’t that right?”
Golden threads of magic appeared, floating around her hands and connecting to his chest, flowing into his body. It was the same as trying to fill a bottomless pit with water. To Valerie, it felt like she was going nowhere since she didn’t see a change. The smell of ash burned in her nose, spurring her to use even more of her magic, giving it back to him. It was exhausting since she had used up a lot of her magic earlier, but she was determined to help him. This was the only thing she could do for him right now, and so she would try her all, even if she might not succeed in the end.
He was so pale, looked lifeless, and it tore her heart apart.
She wanted him to open his eyes, to say one of his sarcastic remarks. She wanted to fool around with him like before. She wanted to kiss him and be close to him.
“Maxwell,” she breathed shakily, her own body growing weaker by the second. “You dumb demon, you can’t just leave me behind! How dare you.” she sobbed and leaned down, resting her forehead on his chest. It moved slightly as he inhaled and exhaled, proving that he was still alive, and yet he never opened his eyes. Did she only prolong his suffering, or did she help him by sharing her magic? She had no clue, and it drove her insane.
Valerie kept an eye on his face, and she could have sworn that he looked a little healthier now, not as greyish anymore. “It’s not enough,” she panted when she came close to reaching her limit. She hardly had anything left to give, and her body was burning in pain and exhaustion. Black spots danced over her vision; her last warning to stop.
“Shit. I need to stay awake,” she breathed, her hands reaching into her pocket to get her phone. She should have done this a lot earlier, but it hadn’t struck her mind in her panic. Dialing Thorne’s number, she impatiently waited for him to pick up, and luckily, he didn’t take long.
“Valerie?” he asked, sounding surprised.
“I need your help,” she whispered, hardly getting the words out. “Maxwell and I got into a fight with a demon and… and he is dying. I don’t know what to do, I’ve already given him most of my magic, but he doesn’t wake up.”
Thorne seemed shocked and didn’t answer for a moment before he spoke. “Calm down, Valerie. You did the right thing. Just don’t overdo it, okay? Tell me where you are, and I’ll be there soon.”
She explained hastily where she had gone before she ended the call and threw the phone to the ground carelessly, her attention resting solely on Maxwell. He still hadn’t opened his eyes—it was driving her insane. Despite knowing that it was reckless and stupid, she kept releasing more of her magic, letting it pour into his chest. His body soaked up the light like a sponge, and that proved to her how much he needed it. She couldn’t stop now.
“You need to live…” she panted, scrunching her brows. “Didn’t you tell me… so many months ago… that you didn’t plan on dying early? Then what are you doing now? You'd better open your eyes, Maxwell.”
Tears of desperation flowed down her cheeks. “I love you.” She never told him, and she regretted it deeply.
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He had been watching them for a while, his greedy eyes moving over the human, scrutinizing the demon. Mouth forming a sneer, he thought about all the terrible things he would do to them later—they wouldn’t be able to run, wouldn’t be able to hide. He was very particular in choosing his victims, and he never let them escape.
Curling his hands to fists, he observed as the naïve woman gave her precious magic away without thinking. The demon’s life was withering away steadily, but the stupid human still thought she could save him. It was ridiculous but very entertaining to witness. His eyes took it all in as he crept closer to them. The human could have noticed him had she been more observant, had she used her magic to protect herself instead of giving it all away.
A human capable of using demon magic was rare, so rare that he could not let her slip through his fingers without making use of her. It appeared like she had been bonded to the demon, and it disgusted him. His skin crawled, and he shuddered in abhorrence. He didn’t tolerate bonds, couldn’t stand the people who formed them. Just like Zane, he wished to eradicate all humans and demons who committed such an outrageous act. He had to purge them from the face of earth and hell. He had to make them disappear.
He snuck closer, the leaves and grass rustling under his boots, but she never noticed. Naïve, blind humans were his favorite. They were so easy to kill.
The woman was shaking, falling forward. Her body landed on the chest of the demon, who didn’t budge. They were both unconscious now, and from what he could tell, not in a very promising state. He sneered. This was his chance to strike.
However, he was forced to go back into hiding when two demons teleported into the clearing, appearing out of nowhere. One of them had black hair, while the other’s hair was dark green and messy. They seemed distraught, running to the couple on the ground and checking if they were still alive.