Her face had been split apart by multiple claws. The bones of her forehead and cheek were visible, with one eyelid gaping open. The arm across her stomach was broken.
There were too many wounds for him to figure out how else she had been harmed. A sickly sweet aroma was cascading from her skin, hiding the scent of her blood.
Her singular brown eye met his orbs. It crinkled in anguish that looked as though it had nothing to do with the physical pain she was in.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Help us!” he snarled, turning to Aleron when he heard a harrowing yelp. “Merikh’s ward is nearby.”
It was so close he could smell Merikh’s lake. He could even hear the waterfall that streamed over the Veil’s cliff wall right next to his cave entrance.
It was there, not far past the trees. Just there, but out of reach or sight.
“It’s too far,” the Witch Owl wheezed out.
Ingram head butted an invisible wall. He slammed his fist upon it, unsure of it what it was. Actually, it wasn’t invisible – at least, not completely. It was black and dusty, but a protective dome had formed over him and the Witch Owl. It was thin, but no less effective in keeping him from the fight.
He clawed at it, slammed into it with his shoulders, and even roared at it. He tried everything in his might to get past the wretched dome, confused as to where it came from.
Demons attacked it from the outside, but they couldn’t get through.
“Let me out!” Ingram wailed, staring at Aleron, who continued to try to crawl away despite his attackers.
I have to go to him! Nothing he did allowed him to pass through, and every second longer inside it constricted his chest, his lungs, his very heart.
“Let me out! Aleron!”
Aleron spared him a glance and then tried to crawl in his direction.
Ingram’s claws snapped, bending at the nail beds. He broke multiple fingers trying to get through. He would have cracked his own skull just to get to his kindred’s side, to bring him into this temporary safety he’d found.
“I’m sorry,” the Witch Owl cried out, before a shuddering sob broke from her.
He didn’t understand why. He didn’t care. He just attempted to get free.
Panic lodged in every muscle and bone in his body, every fibre of his being. His heart was beating so erratically in his large chest that it felt moments from giving out.
Aleron’s yelp cut short, followed by a loud, sharp, and harrowing crack!
The Demons who were crawling on top of the protective dome disappeared. The forest disappeared. The dirt and the sky, gone.
The only thing that remained was the dark, clawed hand that lifted a large fragment of a bat skull, and the second that held a lower jaw.
Ingram’s heart stopped.
A piece of it shattered and lodged deep within his soul, piercing it so profoundly he knew nothing could remove it.
The Demons’ cheer was drowned out when his orbs turned so crimson it was blinding, and he let loose a feral, frothing roar. He noted the red droplets of liquid that floated and hovered around his empty eye sockets, as though he was crying ethereal tears. They looked like droplets of human blood as he let loose.
They’d killed his kindred, destroyed his friend… his home. They had broken the only thing that had ever mattered to him, would ever matter to him.
He didn’t truly understand its meaning, but the love he held for Aleron was of its purest form in all the world, and any other. They were each other’s shadow, each other’s warmth, and the shared voice that nursed any tender aches that tried to form within their hearts and minds.
They were one being split into two forms.
Losing all will to care for his own wellbeing, Ingram’s determination to escape doubled.
He attacked the dome keeping him away. The dome that had kept him from protecting Aleron, that had forced Ingram to be nothing but a spectator while he died.
It finally cracked under his rabid and uncontrolled twisting, squirming barrage. Yet, it never let him through, not even as he started bashing his skull and horns against it, uncaring if he broke his own head in the process.
Nothing else was able to take his attention except for the multiple Demons fighting for a fragment of skull – for a shared piece of the reward.
Every action, every word from them, sunk him further and further into hopelessness.
“I’m so sorry,” the Witch Owl whispered behind him. “Please forgive me.”
Her voice reminded him of her presence.
Between the moment she’d spoken, and when he spun around, she had just enough time to turn incorporeal before he descended upon her. It was barely a second, but she’d escaped him.
He didn’t know where she’d gone as he darted his raven skull one way and then the other, having to twist his head to properly see around his white beak for anything close by. Occasionally, he thought he saw intangible white moving within his form, like she’d hidden inside his massive body, but he couldn’t be sure.
Before long, his chaotic mind drew back to the circle of Demons surrounding him and this wretched dome. The shadowy beasts with void-like skin were either sitting or standing there, waiting for the dome to be released or for him to break his way through it.
They snickered, called out, and teased.
Those that held his kindred’s skull taunted him with the pieces, often inciting more fighting between each other. Every time he saw a white skull fragment, his single-minded desire to escape his containment grew more ferocious.
He wanted to collect each piece.
They were his. His to keep, to heal, to touch, to guide, and hopefully revive. Because he refused… he refused to believe this was the end for Aleron.
The cold burning sensation that festered within his chest refused to believe there was no way to bring him back.
Kitty, Faunus, whatever his new name was, had come back – by evidence of the gold-filled crack in his skull. There must be a way.
“They aren’t going to leave,” the Witch Owl stated, her voice quiet and distant.
Ingram only answered her with a scratchy snarl. His lungs wheezed on every painful intake, and he was unsure if their shuddering was caused by his internal pain or his external wounds.
“I need you to calm down. Please. I cannot lose you too.”
He turned and spun, searching for her so he could end her infuriating pestering. He’d rend her in two, so long as she gave him the peace of her silence. He chased her within the dome and even clawed at his own body when she tried to hide within him.
Ever since she appeared at his side, this dome had existed around him. Was she the reason he remained separated from Aleron? He would have preferred to go to the afterworld with his kindred, rather than be left as a writhing mass of agony that didn’t have enough humanity to understand just how deeply he felt loss – or how to navigate it.
He felt alone; it was not something he’d ever experienced before. So completely and utterly alone.
“Ingram, please settle!”
Standing on his hind legs, he lifted his raven skull to the sky as he opened his maw and let loose a bellowing roar. It was silenced abruptly when a warm hand grabbed his horn to keep his head still… Then the Witch Owl removed it from his neck.
Blissful nothingness greeted him.
When Ingram came to, he was completely healed and within Merikh’s protective ward. It glittered red around the area, one third of it hidden within the Veil’s cliff wall.