As he observed the lights turning off one at a time, fear crept up his spine in a shiver, and he scooted back and curled into himself by instinct. Silas turned his head at the first noise, and was standing in front of Cian, holding his arms out and his body in a protective stance. For a moment, the younger man turned his head and sent the frightened man a confident smile, although Cian immediately saw through the facade.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna let it hurt you." Silas assured as the lights began flickering inside the room. Cian heard the boy take a deep breath right before the lights all went out. All of a sudden, the room exploded into green light, everything under Silas' control, except for the shadowy monster that was trying to break through the powerfield the boy had created.

Cian had to cover his ears when the monster decided to roar, with what sounded like the voice of a thousand souls, some layers of the voice sounding like high-pitched screams.

"What is that?!" Cian yelled, though he could barely hear his own voice over the noise.

The voices? Or the being itself?

Cian had no idea how, but Silas hadn't opened his mouth, yet he had heard his voice, clearly, as if he was right beside his ear. More like all around him, if he had to explain it a different way.

It's voices from the people this thing has either tormented or possessed. These things seem to eat part of people's souls,

Silas' curly hair was blowing in the wind that was brewing from the intense forces of his powers and the monster clashing in a brawl. He turned his haid again to make sure Cian was alright, but his eyes widened when he looked back. Something was pulling at the older man's neck, forcing him back into the wall, a crushing pain spreading throughout his whole body.

Silas had been grabbed by a shadow through the floor, the one other spot he had missed with the light, and was being pulled down to the floor, black mass trying to surround him from everywhere. He somehow managed to keep his powers mostly around Cian as well at the same time as desperately fighting for himself.

Cian managed to lift his arm up to grab at the shadow - though perhaps he should be calling it a demon instead. Silas was trying to crawl towards Cian, scrambling to get out of the mass. He reached out for the older man, calling him, telling him to keep positive thoughts in his mind. Somehow, the choking man managed to oblige, and thought of the pancakes they had that morning, all the expressions Silas had shown him during their brief acquaintance, and the proud smile the man had on his face when showing him that very warehouse.

This place means too much for him. I can't let this stupid huge mass of whatever ruin something precious to Silas. But... how do I do it? How can I stop this?!

Cian was almost out of air. His arm became weak, as with his whole body, and his head was spinning.

"Imagine light from your heart going to your fingertips! Remember the happy-," Silas yelled, not having the power to protect both of them anymore, and all of his light disappeared from the room. Cian's heart almost stopped, but it was still beating. He didn't know how, but he managed to imagine the light, remember the smell of the pancakes, the grass he used to roll around in as a kid, and every warm ray of sunshine he could recall.

Everything stopped. For nothing but a mere moment, all his surroundings were still. Then, all at once, everything turned a bright blue, exploding throughout not only the building, but probably everywhere in a few block's radius. The long-haired man had to squeeze his eyes shut to not be blinded, bringing his hands up to protect his face. The shadow had disappeared, and Silas was revealed laying face down on the floor, a small pool of blood forming under his face.

With a newfound strength, Cian rushed over to the younger man's side, heart sinking through the floor.

"No, no, no-no-no-no," he muttered as he turned him around and placed Silas' head in his lap. Luckily, only his nose was bleeding, and it didn't seem as if he had been hit or struck by something. He brushed the blood off of the psychic's face with the sleeve of his shirt, at the same time as checking his breath. "Oh, thank god you're alive," Cian rubbed his own face, and let out a big sigh of relief.

"'Not gonna let it hurt me' does not mean it'd totally fine to hurt yourself, you idiot." the man mumbled, his heart hurting for some reason.