"Okay, this doesn't make any god damn sense!!" Ashton yelled to no one in particular.
He was looking up in distress as he held his guns who were still smoking from being used. In front of him, the ashes of his simulated victims are starting to scatter.
"How in the world does White Magic hurts a Demon!? And why the hell am I only finding this out now?" Ashton yelled indignantly at the sky.
He could cry about it really. The revelations that he been discovering lately was really taking a toll on his mentality.
'Using a Healing Spell on a Demon.' This statement was supposed to a joke. You know? Something stupid to laugh about cause he's bored and just wanted to see what will happen?
But to his overwhelming surprise, the moment the spell landed on the Demon, it melted like butter under direct heat. The demon didn't even have the time to scream.
Just to emphasize how ridiculous this discovery was, Ashton used the Warmth Spell!
