Well you talk like yourself
Though now you're making me nervous
"Please," the thing pleaded. Using his voice, his face as it whispered over the din of slaughter to the child. Blood dripped from three claws of its hand, drawn upon its instinctual swipe at a would-be offender but was instead the one it claimed to care for.
"She promised us a safe place, Xaxius, where we can see the stars I swore to show you."
The things' grasp on the unconscious unknown woman shifted, bringing the small form closer to its side as it reached out its right two arms towards the shivering, bleeding child, torn wings spreading out to act as barriers against the screams and gunfire. A garish tear in reality haloed the horned creature with a pink light, both blood and tears running down its face.
"We could be a family together. You just have to trust me. Please."
With tearful black eyes the newly remade adolescent looked up towards the monster wearing his adoptive father's face, corpses and blood and viscera of their brothers surrounding the both of them. His hand clutched the gaping wound on his shoulder, pain radiating through it.
Dual hearts beating in tandem against his ribs, he ran.
This took literal days, first drawing it on my laptop and then coloring it on my phone. I'm so happy it came out the way it did.
One day I'll elaborate on the woman Nokkentus became obsessed with which kicked off his death spiral, but until then.