The monster of Lucifer stepped backwards into the shadows- It was still screaming It's vile objection to the blinding light. Wes sensed the moment for action- yet he didn't move.
He just blighted the Devil. Wes stared opaquely at the veil of darkness that hid the location of Lucifer. He wanted to move but couldn't bring his legs up- he affronted Satan's pride. The Devil couldn't touch him in this short moment, Wes had made himself invulnerable, yet he felt the eerie air of expectation crawl on his skin. He couldn't shake it for all his effort, the morbid forethought of the Beast's retaliation just grew. It bathed Wes in cold air. The Devil is replaced by creeping insanity.
Wes felt himself lightly pushed forward by a gently sweeping wind, warmer than the oppressive forecast. The red ash that now looked so much like glowing rose petals moved with the wind into the inhaling portal.
Without even a second breath, Wes leaped into action and into the portal, forsaking all he's ever lived and all that would ever be in our unending existence.
Wes realized: "Roses have thorns"
and then he dived.
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