( The Bond, the Pact, is supposed to help Peter save her. But she's too fast, too wild — and he's too slow. Too weak. He can't keep up with her. Physically, emotionally, he can't reach her, can't stay.
Still, he tries. He's exhausted, overwhelmed; he follows her through the dark city and to its edge as much as he can, but he'd lost her nearly an hour ago..... Peter's been calling out with a progressively hoarse voice until he can barely form sounds at all. The only reason Paimon hasn't fully taken control of things yet is because the demon knows Peter has to be the one to ultimately reach Luna, bring her back.
But when that scream sounds from somewhere in the black wood — a shriek, pained, inhuman — the demon's immediately clawing out of its vessel and dragging its tired body, scraping its way through trees and tangled limbs, nostrils flared. Paimon follows those tormented wails until he comes to the source of them, met with the sight of her being pinned down by some huge creature with its jaws locked against her. He can smell her blood, still familiar to him, but through it... something else. Another blood's scent.
There isn't time to think about anything. The demon's livid, anger rising up in him like waves of heat; he's snarling up at the huge thing that has his witch, eyes swollen pitch-black and shining with a wet sheen. Insect-like, alien.
He springs — almost seems to fly, though it isn't a smooth movement but an erratic one, long limbs twitching and scrambling. Right at the thing's head, where he'll lock onto the side of its face, screaming, trying to bite, claw, rip. It's hard, its face protected by some strange bony mask, but the demon turns its attention further down — to the nearest glowing eye, where he targets an inferno of flames. )
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Still, he tries. He's exhausted, overwhelmed; he follows her through the dark city and to its edge as much as he can, but he'd lost her nearly an hour ago..... Peter's been calling out with a progressively hoarse voice until he can barely form sounds at all. The only reason Paimon hasn't fully taken control of things yet is because the demon knows Peter has to be the one to ultimately reach Luna, bring her back.
But when that scream sounds from somewhere in the black wood — a shriek, pained, inhuman — the demon's immediately clawing out of its vessel and dragging its tired body, scraping its way through trees and tangled limbs, nostrils flared. Paimon follows those tormented wails until he comes to the source of them, met with the sight of her being pinned down by some huge creature with its jaws locked against her. He can smell her blood, still familiar to him, but through it... something else. Another blood's scent.
There isn't time to think about anything. The demon's livid, anger rising up in him like waves of heat; he's snarling up at the huge thing that has his witch, eyes swollen pitch-black and shining with a wet sheen. Insect-like, alien.
He springs — almost seems to fly, though it isn't a smooth movement but an erratic one, long limbs twitching and scrambling. Right at the thing's head, where he'll lock onto the side of its face, screaming, trying to bite, claw, rip. It's hard, its face protected by some strange bony mask, but the demon turns its attention further down — to the nearest glowing eye, where he targets an inferno of flames. )