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The urge to help her grew the longer he stood by, watching her fight off the monster. He gripped his mic tighter in his hand, keeping a close eye on the battle in front of him. Fate just loved to fuck them over, didn't it? Couldn't they have one normal date?

Miyke flinched at the howl of agony that torn from Cheryl's throat as the beast's teeth dug into her arm. The sound deafening. Before he could do anything, the demoness was flung into the same wall the monster that crashed into moment's before.

Fuck!

He opened his mouth, ready to hurry over to her, before his girlfriend beat him to it. Grabbing onto him, she teleported them away, somewhere safe. Hopefully.

"Shit, Cheryl, you okay?" Miyke gripped her, trying to keep her steady in case she passed out. She looked like she was about to. "What do you want me to do? I can't heal you - do you want to go to the hospital? To your parents?"

      Pained,  ragged  breaths  leave  Cheryl's  lips  as  she  struggles  to  stay  upright,  but  she's  fighting  a  losing  battle,  much  like  the  one  they  just  left  behind.  Thankfully,  Miyke  is  there  for  her  to  hold  onto,  and  hold  onto  him  she  does.  Gritting  her  teeth,  the  demoness'  gaze  flits  to  her  arm,  eyes  narrowing  at  the  sight.  The  beast's  teeth  have  rendered  it  horribly  mutilated,  so  much  so  that  you  can  see  the  bone.  She's  not  squeamish  by  any  means,  but  seeing  such  a  horrific  injury  on  herself  does  make  her  stomach  turn.

      ❝Ah,  fuck...  I-I  just  need  to  wrap  it  up  and  let  it  heal  itself.  My  parents  can't  know,  th-they'll  probably  blame  you...❞

Despite the want, the need, to help her, Miyke knew it was best that he stayed put. Cheryl could handle herself; she was a demon, and have powers at her command. Whereas he was just a human, and would only get in the way.

His dark gaze held worry in them as he watched his lover deal with the monster before them. Both were tired from their brawl, but each refused to back down. He hoped not to the death, but if one did die, it had better be the beast.

Once his girlfriend turned to face him, he could see the exhaustion on her face, in her eyes. As powerful as she was, Cheryl wasn't all powerful. In many ways, she was mortal without being one. Sometimes he could forget that, seeing her as this demon that could do anything - and he wasn't wrong - and so much more.

      Wiping  perspiration  from  her  brow,  Cheryl  adjusts  her  stance,  taking  a  deep  breath  to  calm  her  rapidly  beating  heart.  Adrenaline  courses  through  her  veins,  keeping  her  from  collapsing  from  exhaustion,  but  it's  clear  that  one  well-placed  hit  will  do  her  in  if  she  isn't  careful.  Unfortunately,  Cheryl's  hubris  clouds  her  judgment,  meaning  she  isn't  being  as  cautious  as  she  needs  to  be.

      ❝Sorry,  uggo,  but  you're  interrupting  my  date  night.  Bye-byeeeee!❞

      Cheryl  propels  herself  forward,  putting  every  last  bit  of  her  strength  into  a  punch  aimed  for  the  beast's  head.  Unfortunately  for  her,  it  opens  its  mouth  right  before  the  attack  can  connect,  sinking  its  teeth  into  her  arm.  What  follows  is  an  almost  animalistic  howl  of  pain  from  Cheryl  and,  before  she  knows  it,  she's  being  thrown  into  the  very  same  wall  the  creature  had  collided  with,  the  impact  knocking  the  wind  out  of  her.  She  attempts  to  push  herself  to  her  feet,  or  at  least  onto  her  knees,  but  she  isn't  able  to  stay  up  for  long  before  falling  right  back  down.

      ❝Ugh...  motherfucker...❞

Finally acknowledging the girl’s question, Ben clears his throat and blinks back some more stinging tears before nodding his head, a weak smile on his lips as he turns to briefly tidy up the bed. Forcing smiles like this had become second nature, he didn’t wish to worry somebody he’d be spending the night with because of his own selfishness.

“ Y-Yeah, I’m alright, though. Put your bags wherever you want. ”

Rising from the bed while his hand scoops up the ash-dirtied wipes, Ben is unsure where to place them, but settles for the paper waste basket beneath his desk. In truth, he didn’t want to return downstairs right now to dispose of them properly. It was bad enough holding back tears and acting as if nothing was amiss, but being even acknowledged by his parents in this moment would have felt far worse. There’s another beat of silence before Ben speaks again.

“ …Sorry, uhm— Can I get you anything? ”

      ❝Nah, I'm good. Damn,  that  sucks, though.  I  mean,  I  wouldn't  know  how  it  feels,  I'm  pretty  heat  resistant  myself,  but  I  bet  it  hurts.❞

      Again,  Cheryl's  words  seem  tactless,  but  she  means  well.  Shaking  her  head,  the  demon  takes  a  seat  on  the  bed  beside  him,  still  smiling.

      ❝We  could  do  something  to  get  your  mind  off  it.  I  could  do  your  nails,  or  brush  your  hair,  or  we  could  watch  a  movie  or  play  a  game.  Your  mom's  making  dinner,  so  I  don't  think  we'll  have  to  come  down  until  it's  ready.❞