IMMORTALS HIGH – Episode 79 & 80

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(War Of Hearts)

CHAPTER 79🌾80

By,Ella N.

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•√•SACRIFICED!!•√•
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Back to earth where the students were still
trying their best even though their powers were
slowly diminishing, they didn’t stop trying their
best anyway.

So, back at Dasha’s place, their home was
suddenly surrounded, although Rickett, Avalon
and Ioanna were there, trying to protect them,
and also trying to fight and stop those demons,
but it wasn’t helping because of their powers
that weren’t strong anymore.

They didn’t understand what was going on, why
thier powers were suddenly almost useless.

What was going on?
Why was that happening all of a sudden?

The three weren’t even aware of what was going
on outside; the dark-red clouds that had
appeared on a particular spot, up the sky.

They didn’t know!

Seeing that they were suddenly losing their
powers, Belphegor’s demons smiled wickedly,
as they looked at each other, with evil thoughts
in their minds.

Meanwhile…Dasha and her mom had been
crying and praying they got out of that
nightmare, especially Dasha’s mom who wasn’t
even worried about herself, but was worried
about her daughter and little Theo.

The demons looked too scary, and she feared
that little Theo would be traumatized if they
succeeded in getting out alive. Or the boy would
probably dìe if they continued to be there.

She tried to cover the boy’s face, stoppibg him
from looking at them, but the boy kept hitting
her hand off his face.

Little Theo was staring intently at a particular
one that was a woman. His eyes never left her
and that was why his aunt was trying to cover
his face. To her, the demon must have put him
in that state.
The boy wasn’t even blinking!

Within milliseconds, little Theo who was in his
aunt’s arms, was suddenly out of her arms. It
was like he used some magic to get out of her
grip that was so tight on him.

“Theo, no!” Both Dasha and her mom called out
loudly at the same time, their bodies trembling
and their lips twitching in fear.

Even Rickett and the rest were shocked! They
wondered what the little boy was up to.

Wait, where was he going to?

They didn’t know, but what shocked all of them
to the cores was that the little boy ran to that
particular one he had been staring at, intently.

Theo hugged the demon tightly, and what he
uttered out even shocked them more.

“Mommy!” The boy uttered, rubbing his head on
her body like the little kid he was.

The demon narrowed her eyes down at the little
figure that just hugged her, wondering what
what happening right in her eyes.

Who the hell was this boy that everyone else
feared them, but him?

Did he just hug her…and called her “mommy?”

Mommy? She had heard that mommy before. A
voice had been piercing almost all the time in
her ears, calling that “mommy”.

What the hell was happening?

Even the other demons were shocked, and
couldn’t understand what was going on. What
the little boy just did, stunned all of them that
they all just paused. It was like time also stood
and waited for everyone to get out of their
dazes.

However, been the the heartless and viscious
demon that she was; that Belphegor made her
to be, the demon woman smiled menacingly,
and before everyone knew what was happening
next, the boy was powerfully thrown a meter
away from her.

“No!!” Dasha’s mom screamed and swiftly got
up to go carry her nephew, but she hadn’t quite
reached there when the boy screamed
“mommy!!” The scream was so loud, louder
than he had ever been.

Once again, the voice pierced in the demon
woman’s ears, and she stumbled, almost falling
which shocked everyone again.

No one could even speak again, it felt like they
were watching a movie, live!

What was Theo doing? And why was he calling
her mommy?

Oh, poor boy! It seemed this whole horror was
already taking a big toll on him, and he was
slowly losing it.

His aunt couldn’t help, but cry for the poor boy.

But why did that demon stumble when Theo
called out “mommy?”

Why did the other demons not stumble too?

Could it…no! How could that be, how could it be
possible?

Anyway, like he had done the first time, little
Theo ran back to that same demon woman
even with the limping, he didn’t care. All he
wanted was his mommy.

All he wanted was to hug his mommy like he
had always done, until they left him that day at
the beach.

He woke up from his comma that he was in for
weeks, hoping to see his parents when he woke
up, but he saw neither of them.

He had missed them so much, he had missed
having Theo’s play time with them. He had
missed doing everything with them, and now
that he had seen his mom again, he was never
going to let her go, never!

It was shocking that the boy recognized his
mom even though she didn’t look anything like
a mom, his mom. He still recognized her, but no
one else did!

So, the boy ran back to her and hugged her
again, calling her mommy as he suddenly
started crying.

“Mommy, don’t leave me again, please. I missed
you, please mommy” He cried, wrapping his
little hands around his mom.

Those words that he uttered out, struck
something so strong in the demon’s heart.

Once again, she stumbled back, blinking her
eyes severely like she was trying to remember
something.

Vivid images started flashing in her head, the
image of them at the beach was the one that
was clearer in her head because it was the last
time they were together before the tragedy
struck.

She remembered how they were at the beach
before Belphegor appeared, and the first person
that was taken was her husband (Theo’s dad),
then, she was next.

She vanished before she could even look back
at her son.

As she remembered all that, she suddenly
dropped to the ground and cupped the little
boy’s face, tears rolling down her cheeks.

All the bitterness, viciousness all disappeared
from her body and were replaced with emotions,
heart warming emotions that couldn’t remember
the last time she felt that way.

•√•√•√BACK UP IN THE SKY√•√•√•

“No!!! Tempest!!” Emma screamed with the last
strength left in her, as she watched him
crouched to the ground with the dagger in him.

As a result of the powers the dagger carried, it
began to affect him immediately and before
anything could happen, Tempest instantly went
limp as he breathed his last…..

Weakly, Emma slumped on the ground, with her
bounded hands. She couldn’t believe what just
happened right before her.

Everything happened so fast, too quick!

How could she not protest? How couldn’t she
struggle hard enough to stop Tempest from
doing what he did.

How could she just stretch out her hands and
give them to him just like that?

“Tempest…?” Emma called, shakily. Her hands
were badly shaking, she couldn’t even raise
them to touch him because they felt too heavy.

They were like the heaviest load she had ever
carried.

She raised them up again with every fiber in her,
and tried to touch him but she stopped midair
and stared at the hands.

Same hands that just kìlled Tempest? No! She
felt too guilty to touch him with those hands!

“Tempest…..” She called again, stared at him,
then back to her hands that had his blôod
stained on them.

Her eyes darted to the dagger still stuck in his
body, and her heart shattered…it broke into the
tiniest pieces that no one could pick.

How did things end up this way all of a sudden?

Didn’t she and Tempest talk so warmly and
affectionately minutes ago?
Didn’t they tell each other to be careful?

Just how this all these happen just within those
minutes?

Thinking and not believing that he was dead,
Emma lowered her head on his chest, to know if
he was still breathing, but he wasn’t.

His pulses weren’t moving at all, and Emma felt
like dying too.

She just can’t stay and be lonely. What’s the
point of living if Tempest wouldn’t be there to
live the life with her?

Life is uséless without him, so she saw no
reason why she shouldn’t dié with him.

The tears weren’t even coming out anymore
because she had cried too much. Her eyes were
so red and that one would feel scared if they
look into them.

Emma was still on the ground, thinking of how
to get the dagger out of Tempest’s body so she
could stab herself to déath too, when she
suddenly heard mocking, evil laughs and she
knew who owned that voice. She knew who
owned those evil laughs.

“Well, well, well! This is the most beautiful, yet
painful moment I’ve ever experienced or seen
someone in. I can’t believe my son, Azrael,
chose to dié instead of his woman.
That was very brave of you, Azrael. I never
thought Azrael would some day do this for the
sake of love, wow! Love is indeed stūpid!

“You know, I was scared, to be honest. I was
very scared when I learned that Azrael was my
weakness. So scared that I captured captured
and wanted to kìll him by myself before you got
to kìll him, since that would weaken me” She
spoke in a mocking way, laughing even. She
was so enjoying this that her dark venomous
heart showed no pity, no emotion…nothing at
all.

Emma couldn’t even say a thing!

How could she, when she felt so powerless?

How could she, when the one that always gave
her strength was lying in his own pull of blood?

How could she, when her hands were still held,
bounded like she was a slave.

When did she become this powerless?
When did she become a weakling?

When did a great person like her become so
weak to even speak?

“I thought I’d be so weakened once Azrael dìed,
but I guess I was scared for nothing. Luck is on
my side, I think” She continued to taunt Emma,
getting to the last string that was still holding
her anger.

“Everything has just been made easy for me.
Azrael is déad now, I still got all your powers,
Themis. I am still going to drain Azrael’s, after
which I’ll kìll you, then rule the world….how
sweet would that be, Themis……

She wasn’t done talking when…..

“Roaaarrrrr!!!!” Emma got off the ground and
roared, the chains that bounded her were
instantly brõken, her eyes blazed with fire!

Her voice sounded so terrifying and
immediately after she roared, there was a loud
thunder strike and lightning that struck Circe.

Circe flew from up the sky and landed on earth,
with that part of the earth breaking into two
because of the impact of the strike she got from
Emma.

It was like a quick terrible earthquake had just
taken place.

Everyone who was around that area, shook,,
including her creatures. They were so shocked
to see what just happened before them; they
were all confused!

While they were all still in that confused state,
they saw a Griffin descending the sky; it was
Emma who was coming down with Tempest.

The moment she landed on the ground, the
ground shook and air blew as she flapped her
wings.

She looked beautiful, yet terrifying! Anger was
written all over her.

Everyone gasped when they saw Tempest,
Alcaeus stumbled backwards, he couldn’t
believe who he was seeing with a dagger in his
body.

Everyone was shocked!

However, they all got their powers back. So the
creatures were being taken down, effortlessly.

Emma left Tempest’s body with Alcaeus and
Calix that were close by, after creating the same
protective mist age had created for her family.

With those blazing eyes, she faced Circe with a
menacing smile. She was about vanishing when
Emma grabbed and flung her to a building,
causing that building to crack.

Circe quickly got off there, ready to fight back.
She didn’t hesitate stay back on the ground,,
trying to regain herself.

She immediately fired her powers at Emma, but
Emma only smiled wickedly, and flapped her
wings just once. With that alone, Circe was
thrown mightily on the ground.

“Ahhhh!” She couldn’t help but to groan out in
pain. Circe couldn’t believe what was happening
to her.

She couldn’t believe she just groaned in pain!

Nothing had ever made her feel pain. Pain was
sweetness to her.

She had never felt how painful something could
be.

Was this happening already? No! She didn’t
believe that, no way!

Where did all the powers she got from Emma,
and all the ones she had, where did they go to?
Where were those powers?

“You want to have my Tempest’s powers, don’t
you?” Emma smiled, but that smile was the
most painful one ever. Thinking about how
Tempest was lying déad there, was the worse
feeling she ever felt. But she didn’t let that get in
the way at that moment, she needed to deal
with that witch.

She needed to make her pay for all the pain,
frustration and everything she caused Tempest.
“Then, go get them, Circe. I give you the
authority and permission” Emma derisively said,
her voice so sweet, but scary as she pointed to
that direction, but she almost let her guard
down by getting emotional.

Nonetheless, she didn’t. She flew to Circe and
grabbed her with her mouth, she swung her until
she was satisfied. After she was satisfied, she
flung her away powerfully, and Circe went flying
till she landed at a far end, and groaned again,
but louder this time because she felt more pain,
and she could hear her own bones crack.

Meanwhile….

Belphegor had stopped attacking or harming
the humans.

What Tempest said said to him was disturbing
him badly, so much that it was getting in the
way.

He couldn’t concentrate anymore, he tried so
much to continue with what he was doing, but
he just couldn’t.

He didn’t know why, but what Tempest said
gave him one kind of feeling he had never felt
before.

He has a son?
Like, he’s a father to someone?

Somehow, he was trying to believe it was true,
because he and Circe didn’t just start having an
affair yesterday. They started it long ago.

But how come he never saw Circe with any
pregnancy?

Did she conceal it using her spells?
Or perhaps, she was carrying the child while he
was still where he was trapped in?
If it happened that way, then why didn’t Circe
tell him that he had a son?

Why was she keeping his son away from him?

If Tempest is truly his son, did that mean he had
been fighting with his son?

Did that mean he made his son his own enemy?

Why did he even feel that way all of a sudden?

Those were all the questions circling
Belphegor’s head.

There was only one person who could answer
his questions, and that was Circe.

•√•√•√IN THE UNDERWORLD•√•√•√

“Do you think Emma decided to do it after
all?”Master Zack asked when they saw that
things were slowly going back to normal.

“Really? You think Emma would all of a sudden
just change her mind and agree to kìll him? I
believe Emma wouldn’t even want to kìll her
fellow student, and you think she’d do that to
the one she’s in love with?” Master Aerith was
the one who spoke.

“What then explains this?” Master Zack
shrugged.

“Well, I am as curious and confused as you are”

“We need to be there. We need to visit the
human world. Where is Master Shirlene?”

•√•√•√BACK TO HUMAN WORLD√•√•√•

“Circe!!” Belphegor’s voice was heard loud and
clear as he went looking for Circe to answer his
questions.

He didn’t even know if he was unhappy that
Circe didn’t tell him he had a son…he didn’t even
understand why he was getting màd. He didn’t
understand why he was feeling that way.

Well, whether or not he understood himself, he
wanted answers!

He would walk, and sometimes use his power to
fly to a point, searching for her.

He did that until he finally found her, where she
was kneeling in front of Emma and all of the
students who were back together.

They had taken down all the creatures, though
the weather wasn’t bright yet, but all the rogue
creatures had been taken down.

Black tiger was captured too.

The moment Emma saw Belphegor, she began
to boil with anger, her eyes began to blaze with
fire again, but as Belphegor walked closer, she
sensed something different in him.
The aura around him wasn’t that of the usual
horror and evilness, it was some kind of
emotional pain.

Did he already know?

Emma calmed a bit, and watched to see what
was going to happen.

Belphegor finally got to them and stood in front
of the almighty Circe that was now kneeling
powerlessly at the mercy of Emma.

Emma took all their powers away from them,
and right then, even an ant could bite and kìll
them.

“Do you have a son for me?!” Belphegor asked
out loud and everyone (those who had no clue),
turned to look at each other.

Circe didn’t answer him, there was no strength
left in her to even talk.

“Witch! I asked you a question, do you have a
son for me? Is that Azrael you told me was….is
he my son?!” Belphegor once again asked even
louder this time.

“Azrael is your son” Was all that Circe could say,
and everyone gasped in shock.

Well, even though Belphegor had somehow
believed that Tempest was his son, he too was
still shocked at what Circe’s reply was.

He couldn’t believe it that he actually had a son!
He was a father and his son was Azrael?

Belphegor couldn’t tell what or how exactly he
felt, but he felt somehow happy, his heart was
extremely in joy!

But well, his happiness was short lived because
he was told that Azrael was dèad.

His heart felt this bitterness and pain that it had
not felt for years.

He just got to know about his son that day,and
that same day his son dìed?
What the h.e.l.l was all that?
Was everyone kìdding him or what?

Belphegor was in pains, he was màd at himself,
he was màd at Circe for not letting him know
about his son long ago.

He stared at Tempest’s lifeless body and he felt
more pain. The dagger had been taken out of
his body, and Emma was back to crying as she
was back to her human form.

Only Bluey and the others knew how many
times they tried to stop her from shoving the
dagger into her body too.

However, Belphegor collected the dagger from
who was holding it and knelt beside Tempest,
shocking everyone as they wondered what he
was up to.

He just couldn’t stand and watch his son that
way. He was too young to leave the world when
he had barely experienced the things of life.

Belphegor thought that he (himself), had lived
the life up to his satisfaction, though he still had
many years to live. But he thought that his son
needed to live too and fulfill the things of this
life.

He thought that his son needed to live and have
his own son….children too.

And so, as he crouched down beside Tempest,
he raised his left wrist, and gave it a cut with the
dagger. He did same to the right one.

Everyone was just watching in bewilderment.

What the h.e.l.l was he doing?

Anyway, Belphegor did same to Tempest’s
wrists. After he was done, he took his hands to
Tempest’s, making contact with his own cut
wrist and Tempest’s.

The moment they made contact, a green and
red light started to glow on their bodies.

The two lights continued to glow bright. They
got brighter and brighter, and they brighter they
glowed, the less power Belphegor had.

He was transfering the powers he had left, to
Tempest. He wasn’t only transfering his powers,
he was also giving Tempest his life.

As the light shone even brighter, Belphegor
became even weaker, until he lost all his
strength and fell beside Tempest, laying flat on
his back, his wrist dripping with blood, and so
was Tempest’s.

It wasn’t long before he stopped breathing
completely as his eyes slowly went shut.

It was then that they understood what he had
done.

Emma’s eyes were wide a bit, and they
immediately flew to Tempest, her eyes
glimmering and hoping that….

Tempest’s both hands moved while she kept
staring at him; she saw them move, and her
eyes glimmered even brighter, her heart
thudding so loudly.

“Emma….” She heard him call her weakly….

TBC…..