"Arrrggg!" a cry came from Snow, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes trying to reduce the pain.

The knife was plucked out harshly, but Snow refused to let the pain show and gritted even harder on her teeth. In the next few seconds she was swung from the wall to the grass behind them.

Snow rolled a few times before landing professionaly on her feet, taking her usual fighting stance. She clutched her blooded shoulder with her right hand, trying to put presure on it to prevent it from bleeding to much, she could feel the warm blood trickle down her arm, and without weapons, she'll have to stratigise carefully before taking on this unknown attacker.

It was at that moment that he stepped into the light.

"You, you're the one from earlier" Snow said in a accusing tone. He didn't say anything, but a wicked smile came accros his face not long after.

Snow began to feel something sinister in the air, and when she looked towards the man, she could almost feel the power radiating off of him, she has never felt anything this strong, but it also felt familiar, in some ways.

He at first looked like an ordinary person, but then things began to change, things, began to shift. Flaming red patterns began to spread across his body, his ears became pointy like an elves ear. His dark eyes became red as a blazing fire. The short hair that he had shifted into longer ones, he completely changed.

Snow eyes widened, she never knew this existed.

"W-who are you?" Snow exclaimed, "no one in particular, but I'll tell you this, you can call me Demonic." he said with a sly smile, "what are you doing here?" Snow asked, trying to maintain a calm posture, "well, I was just a passerby, but then I saw your interesting eyes. I haven't seen your sort in over a 100 years, and here I thought that I've killed every single last one."

Snow couldn't utter a word, she was shell shocked, 'and here I thought I killed every last one'. It kept repeating in her head, what did he mean by that?

"What do you mean?" Snow asked loudly, demanding answers, "well, how do you think I've lived for over a hundred years?" He answered, a big smile on his lips, like he's actually proud of killing all those people.

"Your power is truly something else. Everyone knew what you people could do, stopping the darkness, killing big threats of the world, yada, yada, yada, but no one knew the full extent of your powers, nor did I. After a while I became very interested in your abilities, and so I've been experimenting a little. Do you know what I found out-" he gave a wicked smile, before continuing, "- your powers can make anyone stronger, if done and collected the right way."

Everything began falling into place, and Snow connected the dots, "you killed all of those people for your experiment, to become stronger, more powerful!" Snow roared, how can anyone be this cruel.

Snow now knew why his power felt so familiar, he took it from other people just like her, she felt disgusted thinking about it.

Snow couldn't ponder over the thought, because out of nowhere, he appeared right in front of her, he lifted her up by the neck, choking her.

"It wasn't just for my experiments, with every power I collected, I would live longer to figure out what other secrets your power must have," he said with a sly grin, "I must admit, it has been very long since I have had a taste of your powers, and oh do I miss it dearly."

"You will never have my powers!" Snow said, she has come to far to die now.

"Silence, little little warrior, you better take a look around, as it will be your last time," Demonic said, squeezing a little harder on Snow's neck.

Snow could feel heat radiating of him, she has struggle breathing, and she's feeling a little light headed, she could feel that she already was losing to much blood.

The next second, almost sensing her weakness, Demonic activated his power, letting his red patterns flow onto her body, earning a blood curling scream from Snow.

It was like fire touching Snow's flesh, it burned her body like a hundred swords was digging into her. She could feel herself slipping away, was this really the end?

.....

Noctis was clutching his shoulder trying to contain the pain. His friends was trying to help, but they didn't know what was going on, until Ignis spoke up, "Noctis do you still have your royal chain?"

"What does his royal necklace have to do with this, we should try and figure out what the hell is happening to him, and where is Snow, wasn't she supposed to be back all ready?" Promto exclaimed.

"That's my whole point, Noctis, what happend to your necklace?" Ignis asked softly, "I-I, arrggggg, I gave it to-to Snow" Noctis tried speaking, but as the pain was increasing, it was hard.

"I knew it, Noctis, the moment you gave your necklace to Snow, that was the moment a spiritual bond was made between you two, so when one gets hurt, the other one would feel the same pain as his soulmate." Ignis explained, "well how can we make it stop then," Promto asked in a hurried voice.

"Ok, Noctis, listen to me, you will have to cut the bond, other wise the pain might be to much for you to handle as we don't know exactly how the spiritual bond works," Ignis tried to explain.

A crowd was beginning to form to see what was going on, and then more people would come to see why a circle has been formed in one place.

The pain was getting worse and worse as it wasn't just his shoulder anymore, but he began to feel a burning sensation creep in, making it almost unbearable.

Ignis seeing the pain his majesty was in, yelled, "Noctis cut the bond, use your power to cut it off now!"