When a Demon Defiles a Witch

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What has the world come to when a demon defiles a witch?
Nobody trusts a word I say
I can't erase these memories
But I will erase humanity
Erase humanity
"You've got me all wrong baby. I never meant for everything to go this way. You have to trust that." Darkstalker's emerald eyes flashed in the moonlight, a weak smile on his face. His words were pleading, but his eyes didn't reflect the same feelings. His eyes didn't show any feeling anymore. Those green eyes, once so alive with love and passion, now dark and hollowed. Like there was nothing behind them but an empty abyss. Clearsight wondered if there had ever truly been anything there, or if he hid those empty soulless eyes like he hid everything else.
"I don't trust you Darkstalker. How can I? How many times have you lied to me now? Ten? Fifteen? I've stopped counting." The tall ebony NightWing frowned. The muscles in his face twitched and tightened. 
"You're making it out to be worse than it is. Don't do this Clearsight. Without me you won't have anything left."
"I won't, will I? Even now, at the very end of it all you're still postulating and making you're self out to be something you're not. What happened Darkstalker? What happened to you? Where's the vulnerable, caring dragon I fell in love with?"
"He's dead Clearsight!" Darkstalker shouted, leaping to his feet, towering over her. Rage filled his face. It never touched his eyes. "He died when my mother died. He died the first time I hurt someone with my magic! He's been gone a long time Clearsight. What took you so long to find out?" Clearsight leapt up too, but even at full height came nowhere near Darkstalker. 
"Forgive me for trying to see the best in you! I see now it was time wasted. Every time you open your mouth you only make this easier." In a flash, Darkstalker struck Clearsight. Hard enough to knock her down. Clearsight could feel warm blood from the wound dripping from the wound as she shakily stood back up. 
"Look what you made me do!" Darkstalker shouted. "You think I want to hurt you Clearsight? You think I want to hurt anyone? You forced my hand. It's your fault, not mine. My father's fault, not mine. Arctic got what was coming to him, and now you're going to get what's coming to you. Did you really think that this would stop me?" He held up the bracelet. "I knew your plan before you arrived. I knew your plan before you even made it. I'm hurt that you'd think something this pitiful would stop me." The bracelet burst into blue flames and melted into a pile of goo, before disappearing. "I can't get too mad at you Clearsight... I never could. I care about you too much." Clearsight felt a tingling sensation in her forehead, where the gash was. Darkstalker had healed her. The tall ebony NightWing sighed. "I can't blame you for falling for Fathom's lies. For a while I believed them too. I've seen the truth now, and I want you to be able to see the truth as well. I'm not the bad guy Clearsight. I'm Darkstalker, your Darkstalker. Not 100% the same but same enough to still love you." Clearsight wanted to believe him. Wanted it more than anything. But she knew that she couldn't. For the sake of Pyrrhia she couldn't. She'd been too late to save Shadowhunter. "But never again. Mephistopheles was right. This needed to end." Clearsight had to do this. 
"I can't be with you Darkstalker. It was never truly meant to be."
"Huh?" Darkstalker was confused. "How can you say that? I-"
"Use magic on me?" Clearsight finished. "We thought you might do something like that." Darkstalker's frown twisted into a smirk. His eyes flicked back and forth over Clearsight, looking for jewelry. "You won't find anything new. Fathom borrowed a page from your book and enchanted my scales. No harmful or manipulative animus magic can work on me anymore."
"Clever girl." Darkstalker mumbled. "Magic can't work on you, eh?" In his talon a curved knife appeared. "Suppose I have to do this the old fashion way then." Clearsight took a step back. Darkstalker grinned seeing her fear. "What's wrong baby? Didn't think this far ahead? All your planning foiled in mere moments." He advanced towards her; knife raised. "When I'm done with you, I suppose I'll have to kill Fathom. Mephistopheles too. I never trusted him. Not for a moment. This betrayal has his stench all over it." Clearsight backed up more. Darkstalker followed. He paused in front of the frieze dictating his victory over the IceWings. "It's a shame I must say. I knew this was always a possibility... meh. Things are probably better off this way."
"They certainly are... Mephisto now!" Clearsight shouted. At her words, Mephistopheles leapt out from the shadows. He crashed into Darkstalker, shoving the larger NightWing against the carved stone of the frieze. Darkstalker cried out and dropped the knife. The blade clattered to the floor as Mephistopheles produced a bright green jewel from a pouch at his side. 
"I'll kill you both! Let me go!" Darkstalker shouted as he writhed beneath Mephistopheles iron grasp. 
"Clearsight." The grey black NightWing growled. "Take the emerald. I'll keep him still, you trap him." Clearsight nodded and took the jewel from Mephistopheles. She placed it against the stones above Darkstalker's head. 
"Darkstalker I hereby imprison you within this frieze. May you remain here for the rest of eternity."
"NO! Let me GOOOO!" Darkstalker screamed. Clearsight backed away from the frieze as the ebony NightWing, using all his magic and might threw Mephistopheles away from him and into a pillar. Darkstalker straightened and stood at his full height. He glared down at Clearsight, malice reflected in every part of him from tail tip to his twisted horns. He opened his mouth either to scream or to spew flames but didn't do either. His body was frozen. Bright white light shown from Darkstalker's scales and flooded from the frieze. The light grew more intense, and a high-pitched screech erupted from Darkstalker as he was sucked into the frieze. Then the light was gone. Darkstalker was gone. Trapped forever in the carved stone frieze. Clearsight fell to her knees. It had worked. She'd tricked the beast. She had saved the world. She'd lost the last dragon in her life she'd loved. She could feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She mustn't cry though. This was a good thing she'd done. The right thing to do. Darkstalker had threatened to killer her and her friends. Had killed her daughter. Clearsight had done what was necessary, no matter how much it hurt her. Hearing a groaning sound, she quickly got back up and rushed over to the pillar that Mephistopheles had been thrown against. 
"Mephisto, are you ok?" She asked, trying to help him to his feet. The grey black NightWing nodded and with Clearsight's help, and the support of the pillar stood.
"I'm fine." He spoke. "Did it work?" He inhaled sharply and held his side but didn't say anything else. 
"Yes. He's gone. Are you sure you're, ok?"
"It's nothing that won't heal. How about you?" Mephistopheles asked. 
"I'm..." Clearsight trailed off. She didn't know how to answer the question. She would never be the same again. Never be ok again. But that was fine. This path I walk is comforting. Now I'm left to live my life alone, my way."
"I'm ok. Or at least, I will be."
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