She whirled the umbrella around, and rested it over his heart
“either shut up now or get your soul split into pieces, and no one
will be there to heal you” she growled
He smiled back, and put his wing around him “congratulations on
only getting yellow and pink stars. Lots of pink and yellow in
fact”
"You were going to destroy me too.? While I cant do anything about
your fading magic, which may be caused by your long stay in heaven,
I can most certainly leave now. " Salem scoffed a little, feeling
insulted that she wanted to kill him off as well, he wouldnt die
again
Corin smiles happily "I am so glad you liked it, I thought I was
being to quick so I only did some thing small" speaking a bit
faster he confessed that
I most certainly seem to have more magic left than you . you might
have used up your mana. " Salem just shrugged, stopped floating and
turned to leave, he didnt intend on being killed. he really didnt,
that death from the angel seemed rather... unpleasant
Corin leaned against him, softly smiling, maybe a little tired,
after all his magic was rather exhausted
Quickly pulling his wings back, the spear stabbed straight through
one of the black feathered wings, but didnt stab his back.
//Lucky... but ouch// he thought, looking at the feathery mess,
sticking with blood that shortly started to pour out below the
blade of the spear. he tried to get the spear back out of his wing,
to at least allow it to spread and heal instead of having it
stabbed like this, a dark frown on his face
Corin smiled quite tired, enjoying the embrace of the warm pair of
wings "Thank you ... You make me happy Requiem. I enjoy being
around you quite a lot" he softly mumbled, his own wings folded
onto hiss back, he made himself small to rest in his embrace
He purred, and closed his eyes, as final darkness slowly
descended
Salvation looked at him, and flew up “you will never be remembered,
and no one will miss you” she growled, picking up a tree branch and
throwing it at his back
He wheezed in pain, blocking the branch by twisting his other wing
"Stop this nonesense. youre just salty that you cant kill them off
now" he growled, finally ripping the spear out of his wing and
leaving it to fall limply against his side. Yet she was right.
everyone who knew him knew him rather negatively. there wouldnt be
anyone that´d miss him. yet he didnt care. he wasnt gonna die
because of a stupid temper tantrum
“Oh, you’re not going to leave” she said, drawing the spear back to
her hand “if I hit your other wing, you won’t be able to fly, like
you can’t move right now. And you’ll die” she hissed, twirling the
spear like a sword, absorbing the magical blood on the head