(Pairing is of my OC, Osiris and Ephorox's, Sheen. AKA WizardMelon. A collection of short stories of the two. Told from Osiris POV on just some of the many things Sheen does.)
Sheen was thrown back against the wall, hard. He, for some reason, was fighting an earthbound spirit, which he now regretted doing. The phantom laughed in mockery as the red wereman tried punching the soul. Sheen felt something trickle down his mouth. Wiping the running blood, he growled and was prepared to lunge at the soul again which would fail. Both stopped as they heard something run forward them. Sure enough, Osiris was standing in front of him, black cloak and scythe in hand. The smirk that was currently on the ghost's face was vanished without a trace. "No! No! Not you!" It cried out.
Lifting a finger, an iron maiden emerged from nowhere, and captured the spirit. The next minute was an unholy scream of pain from the ghost. Lifting it's doors open, the spikes of the contraption showed the fleeting essences of the ghost. Sheen then gulped as he was face to face with the reaper. He could tell he was angry as his red eyes glowed.
"Uh Oh. I know that face. I'm in trouble now, huh?" Sheen asked lowering his head. The other man sighed as he brought Sheen closer to him. "Never take on an earthbound again." Osiris said, calmly. Trying with all his might not to lose his temper with his lover. Sheen was still for a moment before wrapping his strong arms around Osiris.
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