The rope burned through Tariyaan's flesh. He tried to grab it, but as if conscious, the weapon burned through his fingers. Yet, as Raven continued to run the wire through his neck, nothing seemed to happen to the mage even though he was also touching the same weapon.
"EauaghhH!" Pulling all the way through, Raven burned Tariyaan's masked head right off of his body. It flew through the air from the tension that had built up during the tussle, and it hit the floor of his bedroom, a smile crept up Linkle's face.
His body limp in his bed, the devil bled like a pig. As for his head, it rolled on the ground with the mask finally off. Behind it was the face of a man as radiant as any other angel, his eyes were layered with gold, and his lips lined with silver.
"Is that it? Is it done?" Cautiously walking closer to the devil's body, Mel got to her knees and touched his head with her index. Feeling no signs of life, she turned to the witch. "Now what? Is your contract null now?"
