she knows not what cain has sensed, but whatever it is it's surely not what he believes. her sons are not disfigured into abominations or fiends ravaging the world. it's entirely the opposite. she cannot sense them. they are... empty. soulless husks awaiting for their souls that may never nestle find them. and it breaks her entirely. " unhand me! " she twists her arm away from his grasp with a cry before rushing forward to her sons' motionless forms as her knees crash onto the grassy ground beside them.
lithe hands shakily extend toward them, she's frightened and on edge for she fears that the moment her hands touch them, they will crumble right before her eyes like centuries before. soon they slow to a halt, her hands hovering above them in mere centimeters. the fear is beginning to set in, burrowing deep within the crevices of her body, right into the thin tunnels that are her veins and tainting her essence. all she could hear is her roaring pulse within her ears all while she stares down at her twin boys with dwindling hope that's quickly slipping past the gaps between her fingers.
there's nothing but devastating & heavy silence encompassing them. such a stark contrast during her incantations. no wind; no faint rustling of leaves from the towering trees surrounding amelia's estate, especially not from the wide canopy of the elm tree that provides shade over their mausoleum; nor even the ambient noise of wildlife could be heard. blessed gaia curses her with quietude. with judgement... as if the calls of nature itself stifle its breath for it senses the crepitation of abyssal power steadily leaching into the world.
her lips quiver against her wishes, sharp viridian hues now glistening with unshed tears while her eyes sink down at the still bodies before her. no. no. despite not needing to breathe, it brokenly escapes past her lips as her throat constricts painfully.
it has set in at last: despair calcifying like she's encased in iron.
because, cain was right... the resurrection went terribly wrong. it's all for naught.
her hovering hands finally cradle their young faces, thumbs caressing the spot beneath their shut eyes. why won't their eyes open? why can't she ― " i-i cannot feel you... " her voice falters and her words so small, so delicate. it's a striking difference from how she usually present herself. as this untouchable endless being. amelia feels ill from the tides of familiar grief she has tried oh so desperately to conceal for years. it consumes her while her tears carve down her face in overflowing streams as the centuries old wounds violently rupture beneath the weight of it all.
whimpers become broken wails. her hands fall to their chests where there is no heartbeat and grips the fabric of their shirts while she bows forward; knee-length curls curtains around her petite frame like dark maroon drapery. her shoulders shake in sorrow, quiet gasps and whines tumbling through gritted teeth in pale attempts to gather her bearings. to not crumble in front of someone. even if it's cain himself for it feels degrading, no matter how much she has grown to adore him.
then, a subtle, albeit disturbing, shift began to occur...
the air around her is like static with the way reality begins to distort and tremble as cast shadows stretch and darken into an impenetrable, orphic pool of inky tar. her essence is bleeding out into the world, tainting it all around her where the luscious green of the grass beneath her appears withered and decayed into a sickly ashen green. it creeps toward cain, toward anything that reeks of life all while amelia kneels brokenly over her children. like some pestilence that none would be able to survive if it continues on like this. a blight that no one can rid of.
amelia abhors him... cain. he will never receive his peace she has promised him many moons ago. that she will ensure even if she has to freeze heaven and seal the empty from him.
oh stars, it hurts! is this a rare manner to fade? can she even fade? she can no longer bear it. her beloved vessel emits a series of soft, unsettling cracks as more and more of her essences seeps into the world. a sound so similiar where one would rub sand between their fingers. like old stones crumbling apart.
" why? ... why are you worthy of being those winchester boys' guardian? a parent? what makes you any different from me? " oh dear. words are dripped with scathing bitterness as they warp in a disembodied manner. she lifts her head and angles her it just enough to bestow a withering glance at the former knight of hell behind her. gone with her viridian hues. now in their place is a pair of scintillating cosmic embers piercing through thick strands that has fallen over her shoulder, obscuring majority of her features from his sight.
