Stella then grabbed Luna’s face with both hands and pulled her into a desperate kiss. Blue magic poured around them. Luna’s essence seemed to pour out of her and into Stella. They were wrapped in a whirlwind of blinding power. Stella then broke the seal and pushed away from Luna’s dead lips. She faced her fans to reveal what Stella Conan knew once.

Stella had gold eyes, but they shine bright blue like Conans with her powers are activated, but they were not defined like his, but completely glazed over like she was blind in normal eyesight. Her dark, curly hair was very thick and formed a crown around her head. Her high eyebrows and her face were particularly angular. She had a button nose, big pink lips and dark golden skin. She drew you in. You could not help but look at her. She had lots of silver wrist chains, rings and celestial necklaces. He looked like he had added highlight to all her defining features and glowed in the silver light of the moon. The darkness of her features was even more contrasted by the cream color she was wearing. She looked like expensive decor.

The demons cheered and wept at her beauty. Conan felt empty. His breathing was heavy and his limbs were limp. He just lost her, and Stella took all her goodness for herself. His breathing grew stronger, his anger pulsing through all assets of his body. He felt sparks at his finger and his eyes burned with fresh tears and pure energy.

Stella walked back over to him and held his cheek. “I am sorry I had to do that, babe. But, I had to get you here and I needed my youth before I killed you and got my eternal life and powers. Two birds with one stone as they say. Plus, all your energy is intoxicating, much more for me to experiment with than I thought. But before I proceed with the second part of my show, I did want to do one thing. I did always have a crush on you after all, baby.” She whispered in his ear and liked his neck.

Conan tried to shy away, but she grabbed his chin in her long, spindly fingers. Her eyes blazed and she pressed her new body against his chest and stole a kiss.

Conan reached his breaking point. Not only did Stella take his normal life, his friends, his family, and sense of real life he could have had, but she completely eradicated an innocent person Conan adored and stole her last kiss from Conan’s memory. His last kiss was with the person who took everything from him, not gave it to him. The power he was harnessing had nowhere else to go. He screamed into her mouth and felt the power explode out of him. He kept pushing and pushing the energy, soon he felt the restraints slither away, but he continued to yell with his eyes sealed shut. At some point, he felt hot tears pour down his face. After what seemed like an eternity of fighting, he felt snuffed like a candle and fell to his knees.

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Conan placed his hands along the rough, cool cement floor and continued to sob. He felt heat rise around him and heard screaming, but he no longer cared. He just wanted Luna to hold him.

When he finally got the strength to look up, he realized he had collapsed the building with his burst of energy. Bright blue flames surrounded him with white tips of pure heat. Rubble covered where the demons were previously seated. Many of them seemed to have been crushed with the ceiling collapsed while many other rotting corpses were covered in flames. The table where Conan was chained to was melted. Stella was draped on the floor across the stage. Her dress was singed in some places, but she otherwise seemed physically okay.

Conan pushed himself to his legs and felt them slightly wobble. He carefully walked over to Stella to see she was coughing, still clutching the blade to her chest. She glared at Conan. She bared her teeth but seemed too weak to stand.

“Did I overcome you with power, babe,” Conan spat the words at her. He leaned down and plucked the knife from her weak hands. He straddled over her body and held the knife above her.

Stella sighed in defeat. “At least I am leaving a pretty corpse” she croaked and batted her eyes. Conan scoffed. His rage was still burning inside him and he felt his eyes blaze blue again.

“Sorry, I guess I should have been harder to kill,” Conan chuckled darkly and sliced Stellas throat. SHe gasped as blood rushed out of the fresh cut and down the white dress.

Conan sat back and still felt the towering waves of grief take him. He may have gotten justice for the two lost lives this woman caused, but he had still lost two people, himself and his love. Conan watched the flames begin to extinguish themselves and looked up in the sky to see a large plume of smoke. But between the smog layers, he saw the sky beginning to change. Conan stood and launched himself into the sky.

Even though he was pretty much drained, he still flew shakily through the sky, back down the mountain to the cliffside. To Luna’s spot. He touched down on the roof of his car. He sat cross legged on the hood and watched the sun rise. The sky was covered in beautiful pastels of blues and pinks. It was the exact opposite of how the world should have looked after a tragic night. However, he did feel slight triumph in defeating everything he did. For finding a power he did not know he had. He almost did feel free. But, a smile would not reach his face. His heart still ached to talk to Luna. But she was gone.