HIGH SCHOOL DIARIES (A Tale Of Love And Deception)

Chapter 127 Blood battle

The air in Slyvia's lodge was tense, filled with the metallic scent of blood and the suffocating weight of despair. Damian appeared in a burst of shadowy energy, his piercing hazel eyes scanning the room. His heart sank as he saw Slyvia writhing in agony on the floor, her body twisted and battered, blood pooling around her legs and torso. Without hesitation, he rushed to her side and gently scooped her up, carrying her to the bed.

"Slyvia, what happened? Who did this to you?" His voice trembled with anger and concern, a rare crack in his usually stoic demeanor.

Slyvia's lips quivered, her body convulsing as pain wracked through her. Her eyes fluttered open briefly, meeting Damian's with a silent plea for relief.

"Don't speak," Damian said softly, his tone resolute. "I'm here now. I'll fix this."

He placed his hands over her bloodied legs, and his eyes darkened as he began to chant in a low, guttural tone:

"Ignis purgationis, vulnera haec sanentur; abluat sanguinem et dolorum finem afferat."

A circle of flickering fire erupted around Slyvia's legs and abdomen, burning away the torn flesh and cauterizing the wounds. The pain was unbearable; Slyvia screamed, her cries cutting through the oppressive air.

"Haaaa! Haaa!" Her body writhed as the flames licked her skin, purging the poison and regenerating her torn muscles and tissue.

Damian paused midway, concern clouding his face. "Is it too much? Should I stop?"

Through clenched teeth and gasps, Slyvia shook her head. "No… just… finish it. Please." Even though she wanted this to stop desperately, she wanted to rescue Emily she can't be a barrier because of her wounds, so she must endure the painful process.

With a nod, Damian continued, the fire glowing brighter as his chants grew louder. The room was illuminated by an otherworldly light, and the sheer force of his magic caused the air to vibrate. Finally, the flames dissipated, leaving Slyvia's legs unblemished and whole once more.

"You're healed," Damian said, stepping back, his chest heaving with exhaustion. "Try to stand."

Slyvia swung her legs over the bed hesitantly, but as she put weight on them, she gasped. "I… I'm fine! Damian, I'm really fine!" She laughed in disbelief, throwing her arms around him in an impulsive hug.

But her joy was short-lived as she remembered Emily. She pulled back abruptly, her face pale with worry. "Damian, Emily's been taken by demons! Please, you have to save her. She must be terrified!"

Damian's expression darkened, his features twisting into something cold and unfeeling. "You want me to rescue someone who betrayed me? Someone who nearly killed Lamia and Catherine, let Michael escape after I went through hell to capture him? Emily made her choice, Slyvia. She's not my responsibility."

Slyvia stared at him, stunned. "Damian… how can you say that? You're not like this. What happened to you?"

Damian scoffed, his tone venomous. "I'm not a hero, Slyvia. I don't care if the entire school burns to the ground. The only person I care about is Lamia. I'll let the world crumble if it means getting him back."

"Lamia?" Slyvia whispered, her voice trembling. "But… didn't you kill him?"

Damian's gaze softened for a brief moment. "I didn't kill Lamia. I killed Daniel, the imposter who took Lamia's place. Everything I've done, every drop of blood I've spilled, was for Lamia."

Slyvia was horrified, her mind reeling from the revelation. "Daniel… was my friend. And you… you put his head on a stake? How could you, Damian?"

"Because he was a liar," Damian said bluntly. "And because Lamia's life means more to me than anything."

Slyvia took a shaky step back, but then steadied herself. "Fine," she said, her voice firm. "If you care about Lamia, then you'll stop the Black Dragons. They're trying to summon Asmodues, and Lamia will be their first target."

The mention of Asmodues made Damian freeze. His jaw tightened, and his hands clenched into fists. "Asmodues," he growled. "So that's their plan. They need a massive blood sacrifice to open the gates of hell."

He glanced at Slyvia, his resolve hardening. "Fine. I'll stop them. But only because Lamia is at risk."

The two made their way outside the crumbling school, only to be met with a scene of unimaginable horror. Dead bodies of students and teachers lay scattered across the grounds, their limbs torn apart and their blood painting the walls. The air was thick with the stench of death, and the eerie silence was broken only by the occasional drip of blood.

Slyvia covered her mouth, fighting the urge to vomit. Damian's expression was unreadable, though his hazel eyes burned with quiet fury.

He raised his hands, chanting once more:

"Aperiatur porta obscura; viam nobis praebe ad tenebras."

A swirling black vortex materialized before them, its edges crackling with raw energy. Without hesitation, Damian stepped into the portal, dragging Slyvia with him.

They emerged in the Black Dragons' sanctuary, a grotesque cathedral lit by an unnatural crimson glow. The floor was littered with dismembered bodies, and the walls were adorned with grotesque murals painted in blood. Demonic creatures prowled the area, their glowing red eyes snapping to Damian and Slyvia.

Damian sighed. "This was a mistake. I should've left you behind."

Before he could act, the creatures lunged at them. Damian roared, his body radiating a dark, pulsating energy. With a wave of his hand, he sent a shockwave through the room, disintegrating the first wave of attackers.

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Abigail stood at the altar, her black gown billowing as she chanted from the Book of Shadows:

"Asmodues, princeps inferni, surge et dominare terram. Exaudi sacrificia nostra et aperi portas inferni!"

The building trembled violently, cracks spreading across the walls as the temperature plummeted. Thunder and lightning roared outside, and an oppressive darkness descended, swallowing the last remnants of light.

Damian growled. "Slyvia, run. Don't look back."

Slyvia hesitated, but Damian's fierce glare left no room for argument. She turned and ran as fast as her legs could carry her, tears streaming down her face as she heard the horrifying screams of the creatures behind her.

Damian unleashed his full power, his body glowing with dark energy. A massive demon with eight legs charged at him, its razor-sharp claws gleaming. Damian smirked, raising his hand.

"Perdetur ab ignibus aeternis!" he roared.

A torrent of black flames erupted from his palm, engulfing the demon. Its agonized screams echoed through the sanctuary as its body was reduced to ash. Damian turned to the remaining creatures, his power intensifying with every step. One by one, they fell, their bodies crushed under the weight of his magic.

At the altar, Abigail laughed, her body glowing with unholy light. She snapped her fingers, and the barrier around her surged with energy.

"Damian," she said mockingly, "you're too late. Asmodues will rise, and there's nothing you can do to stop it."

Damian's gaze locked onto her, and his fury boiled over. "Your death will be slow, Irene," he snarled.

"Then come and get me," Abigail said, her voice dripping with malice.

She raised her hands, summoning a massive inferno that roared toward Damian. He raised his own hands, absorbing the flames with ease. The two stood locked in a deadly battle, their powers shaking the very foundation of the sanctuary.

The clock struck 12:30. The ground split open, and a deafening roar filled the air as demons as huge as mountain came out spitting the ground the more destroying everything on its part.....