[ demon verse 001? ]: they made a statue of us and put it on a mountain top

[littlspecificty]

Arthur, by the time he was seventeen, had been in Wales for a good portion of his life. It was a near daily habit for him to find the stone path that led to "demon statue" in the woods and sit at its feet, back leaning against the legs, reading, doing homework or sometimes just thinking out loud while the sounds of the forest continued around him

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[triedinception]

Contrary to what Arthur believed, the statue was exactly what Sylvia had told Arthur it was

[littlspecificty]

Sylvia felt the first crack made in the seal - like each guardian before her, she was connected to it - and immediately broke into a dead run to head for the house for her weapons. She had noticed certain things in the wind, how fewer birds were around, how that part of the forest had seemed silent and devoid of even insects but she hadn't thought it would actually be happening now.

No, this creature had been sealed away for so long. Why was it breaking nowArthur had continued walking but then stopped, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, feeling frozen to the spot before slowly turning to look behind him, the statue blocked by trees by now

[triedinception]

One crack beget more, and Eames was practically ripping the seal apart once he realized that he could.

It didn't take long, somewhat underwhelmingly after years of imprisonment. Within a minute Eames was bursting out of his former seal, with a howl.

For a moment if anyone could have seen, him in his demon form, all burly, course fur and dark eyes, a maw of fangs and resting on his four arms, the feelers on his back waving about wildly... he would have made a sight. The energy released shook the trees; the spiritual impact of it would feel much like a punching out of breath, a sudden crush that was gone as soon as it occurred.

Eames was a blur as he took off the path, still in his demon form. However, when he reached the edge of the trees, and spotted Arthur, Sylvia just exiting the house, his form wavered.

And then Arthur would find himself hurtling towards the ground, a tall, male form above him, limbs wrapped around his body.

[littlspecificty]

Sylvia had been running as fast as she could when she heard the howl, screaming for Arthur to run faster, feeling herself trip and nearly fall on her face at the impact of the seal breaking completely, mind racing as she was trying to get between Arthur and the demon (no doubt looking to seek vengeance on the descendants of the first guardians that had captured him so long ago).

Arthur had been running so hard he felt as if his lungs were burning, that howl behind him making his stomach drop, but, before he knew it, he was down on the ground, a heavy weight on top of him. He had cried out at the pain, elbows and knees getting scraped, nearly getting a mouthful of dirt and feeling the breathe knocked out of him.

It wasn't until Sylvia had screamed at Eames to get off of him that Arthur knew he was in trouble.