"The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you!"
"Ow, ow, fuck! Opal!"
Opal stopped splashing Malachi with her grandmother's holy oil when she saw his skin begin to smoke.
She leaned in closely and stared at the burns, awestruck.
"Wow... a real demon in the flesh..."
Opal shifted her gaze from Malachi's burns to his actual face.
She stared at him for a long time with her thoughts written clearly across her face.
"I'm not gonna eat you." Malachi folded his arms.
"I'm going to put this oil on my face just in case." Opal began lathering herself up as a defense.
With the way Malachi looked, she honestly wasn't sure she'd be able to tell him no if he asked to take a bite out of her.
"So, how dangerous is this new little development of yours?" She asked as she rubbed her face.
Malachi scratched his cheek. "I made a black hole yesterday. And a white hole."
Opal's eyes almost rocketed out of her skull. "Holy fuck..."
