Popi and Dorothey spun around like cyclones in mid-flight stirring up the air and everything around and below them.

JackabyRyan stayed unyielding to the chaos they created.

"Th-wack," the sound reverberated through his teeth and palate. The painful tickle from it thudded hard in his larynx over and over like the wrong chord being played repeatedly.

Popi stilled herself and dropped her flight lower toward the ground and hit him with one of her wings on one side of his body. He stumbled and fell on one knee as the other buckled. He stood up dizzily.

"Great shot, Popi. That'll make him think twice. Now let me have a crack at him," Dorothey said whooshing through the air in full flight towards him as she let out her banshee scream.

"Stop you two don't want to get involved in this fight!" Fifer o'clock shouted.

"Why not? This is a blast," Dorothey said with a hearty laugh.

Popi landed. She retracted her Fury wings into her back muscle tissue. Her fairy wings remained but were folded.

He covered his ears. His head was about to burst open like a cantaloupe with an explosive hidden inside it from Dorothey's shrieking. His ears started to bleed and he was starting to develop tinnitus. Popi hit him in the head with a high kick. He slowly regained his composure wobbly standing up on his feet. He threw a hard ice ball with flames dancing atop its surface at Popi. She stretched out her fairy wings and flew quickly out of its path.

Dorothey put her hands over her eyes and then took them away. A micro-chasm opened underneath his feet. "That'll fix him," she said smirking.

"Dorothey, no! Opening a hole in the ground will cause the Death Storyteller realm to shift," Fifer o'clock said looking at the skull sculpture made from chains that was the lock to the Death Storyteller realm shaking and uncoiling. She pulled him forward away from the micro-chasm. "JackabyRyan you should never have come here."

"I came because I sensed you here, Fifer. You have a few things I want," JackabyRyan said smirking at her between grimaces of pain. He licked his lips looking at her illuminated body from head to toe.

"Isn't that always the case?" Fifer o'clock said winking her eye, the one where SzsoSzso's soul was hiding, secretly mocking him. "Close the micro-chasm before it's too late," she said over her shoulder up at Dorothey who descended closer to the ground but still hovering in flight.

"I can't. Once a spell is cast I can't just reverse it. I don't have it within my power to do that," Dorothey said her eyes widened with fear.

"Popi can you diffuse this situation with your Djinn power?" Dorothey asked her voice trembling.

"Yes," Popi said switching to her Djinn form.

"I wish I never cast the micro-chasm spell," she said facing Popi with her eyes closed.

"Wish granted."

Dorothey opened one eye then slowly opened the other. JackabyRyan was still there. She was in mid-flight at the point after Popi dodges the fire and ice ball he threw at her. Her eyes searched around for Popi. She was on the ground covered in ice shards and her fairy wings and torso were singed from the flames.

She alighted at Popi's side. She let out a sniveling whimper at the sight of Popi lying there motionless. She looked over her shoulder at JackabyRyan, her eyes blacker than tar. "I think you better split before the demon part of me won't be responsible for what I do to you," she said as bony tentacles with jellyfish shaped pincers sprouted from her face, neck, arms, hands and angel wings which had turned from their natural pale brown to purplish-black revealing a glimpse of her demon form which she had never showed to anyone not even her steady boyfriend, Jezromiah.

"JackabyRyan leave," Fifer o'clock said with a warning look.

"On one condition, if you leave with me," JackabyRyan said raising a brow.

She went over to Dorothey. She took her by the hand. "I'm sorry about your friend. I don't have the power to heal or bring back the dead."

Dorothey looked over her shoulder at Popi's body.

"Don't let anyone get near the lock to the Death Storyteller realm. It will open on its own when the time is up. If someone opens it too soon there'll be disastrous consequences."

"Too late," Dorothey said her voice distant as she stared at Popi. "Just go, please. Get that jerk out of here before I do something he'll regret," she glared at JackabyRyan over Fifer's shoulder.

"Let's go," Fifer o'clock said sighing letting go of Dorothey's hand and turning toward JackabyRyan.

She looped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her. He felt her body rip from the inside out and stretch itself taut. "No!" he screamed realizing what she was doing. He tried to wriggle away but her natural luminesce drew him in like a vortex from the skin to skin contact between them. "I'm not done here! You can't take me back!" His voice sounded like a withering echo.

"We're going home now," Fifer o'clock's voice bent and echoed as her overwhelming light enveloped them both in a cocoon which slowly dissipated into nothing.

Dorothey dropped to her knees and held Popi's body in her arms. She let out her banshee shriek so loud her body flared back from her demon form to her banshee form, to her witch form and then to her angel form from the devastation. Her angel wings embraced Popi as she continued to wail carrying her body up in flight with her and hovering there eclipsing the sun-moonlight behind them.