scared.” She smiled a little.
“Isadore, please,” Ruin begged. “ I’m scared . I’m scared, don’t,” he moaned, even as the life slowly left her sky blue eyes, “don’t, don’t, no, no.”
“I have her, brother.”
Ruin knew the voice of Grim on his right, but he didn’t, couldn’t look at him. “I have her!” Ruin roared. “I have her! I fucking have her.” But he felt her leaving him, the bond they shared. “No! Isadore, no, no, don’t fucking leave me, goddamn you, goddamn your God! Don’t you fucking leave me!”
“You fools!” Valkrin roared. “Take her!”
The two Dark Carnificem aimed their staffs at Isadore. Ruin spun with her as the ice of his blue fire woke inside him, soaring to the surface to block the dark power at his back in an air shaking collision.
He gasped and stared down at Isadore. He couldn’t let them have her body, he couldn't. Clenching his eyes tight, Ruin called forth his all-consuming fire and held her fiercely to him. He roared out in agony as the flames exploded from his pores and obliterated her. Obliterated his wife. Ashes and all.
Ruin slowly stood, vaguely aware that Isadore’s connection was still there among the rage boiling inside him, hungry to be aimed and executed. Turning to locate the source, he froze at finding Sam standing a few feet from him, body covered in familiar designs.
Valkrin charged and Sam met him in the air, spinning like a propeller with his arms out, black ink flying form his fingers.
Scriber.
“Get the boy.”
Ruin recognized Scriber’s voice. He was lethally pissed as he used Sam’s body to engage in battle, a graceful ballet of bloodlust and destruction.
The need to destroy everything was harnessed by that still lingering feeling of Isadore. She wanted him to help the boy, and honoring that was the only thing strong enough to stay his lust to kill.
Ruin hurried to the boy and set him free as the barrier around them exploded, jolting him. Lifting the terrified boy in his arms, he turned to find Sam, the tattoos on his body glowing bright red, and every individual in the place covered in matching ink.
“We need to go quickly,” Scriber said through Sam.
Sam hurried out the exit and Ruin felt Isadore in him more than ever. The sudden burning need to have her, keep her, caused him to hurry after him.
At exiting the shed, Sam aimed his fingers forward and purple ink shot out, forming a tunnel leading to the car. Outside the tunnel, a barrage of demons pummeled the purple walls, echoing inside the eerie hall they raced through.
“I feel Isadore,” Ruin said, needing to know if she was still somehow alive.
“Yes,” Sam said.
“Yes, what,” Ruin demanded.
“It’s the link. Keep moving. Quickly!”
Ruin did as he said, knowing the being didn’t hurry for nothing. Once at the car, Ruin dumped the boy in the back seat and climbed in next to him. Sam muttered words the second the doors shut and the purple tunnel fell, followed by an explosion that sent the forest before them shooting into the air like a blender of giant broccoli.
“Ohhhhhh shhhhiiiiiite!” Sam gasped, holding his chest, looking at Scriber now sitting across from him in the front seat. He groaned and gasped. “Ffffrrrrack, my body hurts!”
“I’m sorry,” Scriber said. “I healed the worst of it.”
“Why do I feel Isadore,” Ruin demanded. “What do you mean it’s the link?”
“Drive, Sam,” Scriber said calmly.
“She saved me,” the boy said.
Ruin met the boy’s bright eyes and immediately disliked him for those words. Then he remembered she hadn’t done it for the boy. “No, she saved me.”
He stared at Ruin for several moments and Ruin realized he had his normal powers back and felt the boy reading him.
“What are you looking for?” Ruin snarled.
“Nothing,” he said.
“You lie.” Ruin loathed more than ever that sin.
He shook his head. “I’m just looking. I always look.”
Ruin regarded him a few
“Isadore, please,” Ruin begged. “ I’m scared . I’m scared, don’t,” he moaned, even as the life slowly left her sky blue eyes, “don’t, don’t, no, no.”
“I have her, brother.”
Ruin knew the voice of Grim on his right, but he didn’t, couldn’t look at him. “I have her!” Ruin roared. “I have her! I fucking have her.” But he felt her leaving him, the bond they shared. “No! Isadore, no, no, don’t fucking leave me, goddamn you, goddamn your God! Don’t you fucking leave me!”
“You fools!” Valkrin roared. “Take her!”
The two Dark Carnificem aimed their staffs at Isadore. Ruin spun with her as the ice of his blue fire woke inside him, soaring to the surface to block the dark power at his back in an air shaking collision.
He gasped and stared down at Isadore. He couldn’t let them have her body, he couldn't. Clenching his eyes tight, Ruin called forth his all-consuming fire and held her fiercely to him. He roared out in agony as the flames exploded from his pores and obliterated her. Obliterated his wife. Ashes and all.
Ruin slowly stood, vaguely aware that Isadore’s connection was still there among the rage boiling inside him, hungry to be aimed and executed. Turning to locate the source, he froze at finding Sam standing a few feet from him, body covered in familiar designs.
Valkrin charged and Sam met him in the air, spinning like a propeller with his arms out, black ink flying form his fingers.
Scriber.
“Get the boy.”
Ruin recognized Scriber’s voice. He was lethally pissed as he used Sam’s body to engage in battle, a graceful ballet of bloodlust and destruction.
The need to destroy everything was harnessed by that still lingering feeling of Isadore. She wanted him to help the boy, and honoring that was the only thing strong enough to stay his lust to kill.
Ruin hurried to the boy and set him free as the barrier around them exploded, jolting him. Lifting the terrified boy in his arms, he turned to find Sam, the tattoos on his body glowing bright red, and every individual in the place covered in matching ink.
“We need to go quickly,” Scriber said through Sam.
Sam hurried out the exit and Ruin felt Isadore in him more than ever. The sudden burning need to have her, keep her, caused him to hurry after him.
At exiting the shed, Sam aimed his fingers forward and purple ink shot out, forming a tunnel leading to the car. Outside the tunnel, a barrage of demons pummeled the purple walls, echoing inside the eerie hall they raced through.
“I feel Isadore,” Ruin said, needing to know if she was still somehow alive.
“Yes,” Sam said.
“Yes, what,” Ruin demanded.
“It’s the link. Keep moving. Quickly!”
Ruin did as he said, knowing the being didn’t hurry for nothing. Once at the car, Ruin dumped the boy in the back seat and climbed in next to him. Sam muttered words the second the doors shut and the purple tunnel fell, followed by an explosion that sent the forest before them shooting into the air like a blender of giant broccoli.
“Ohhhhhh shhhhiiiiiite!” Sam gasped, holding his chest, looking at Scriber now sitting across from him in the front seat. He groaned and gasped. “Ffffrrrrack, my body hurts!”
“I’m sorry,” Scriber said. “I healed the worst of it.”
“Why do I feel Isadore,” Ruin demanded. “What do you mean it’s the link?”
“Drive, Sam,” Scriber said calmly.
“She saved me,” the boy said.
Ruin met the boy’s bright eyes and immediately disliked him for those words. Then he remembered she hadn’t done it for the boy. “No, she saved me.”
He stared at Ruin for several moments and Ruin realized he had his normal powers back and felt the boy reading him.
“What are you looking for?” Ruin snarled.
“Nothing,” he said.
“You lie.” Ruin loathed more than ever that sin.
He shook his head. “I’m just looking. I always look.”
Ruin regarded him a few
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