Smouldering columns of smoke seep in between the charred remains of what supported the structure the house and amongst other debris. From an outsider’s perspective, what once stood as an ominous blemish on the private property of some long-gone affluent family, spontaneously combusted into a dazzling display of blue flames. Thankfully, there were no onlookers present, and the occasion served well especially when something shifted around beneath the pile of burning wood, crumbled plaster, and shattered glass.
Pieces of the wreckage eventually tumbled down as what appeared to be the remains of a heavy, wooden door surfaced to the top. With a yell, Roxanne shoved off the surprisingly hardy material off herself and her newfound ally in the struggle between them and an incredibly stubborn spector that occupied the husk of what was formerly its lair. The godling crawled out triumphantly, stubbornly clutching the silver vessel in hand and sluggishly dragged herself across shards of the aforementioned material, not paying mind to the fact that they remained scorching hot and jagged against whatever bits of exposed skin was on her person. That sort of pain paled in comparison to the smoke she hacked out of her lungs in the form of froth and the acridness of it stinging her eyes. She honestly didn’t count on the door she ripped from its hinges on sparing them from the crushing weight of the house collapsing on them, but it held true, thankfully.
When she heaved in the comfort of fresh air that awaited them from outside, she finally regained enough of her strength to push overself off the ground to turn back and help Blue out of the rubble. Tucking the trapped entity into her inner coat pocket, she reached back into the pit and grabbed ahold of his outstretched arm and gently tugged him out. Still hacking out the taste of char and blinking out the hot tears clouding her vision, she stumbled away, clinging onto the demon like he was her lifeline until they gained enough distance away from the utter destruction they wrought in their fight.
While they staggered to safety, she only caught glimpses of what lay beneath the guise of the masked vigilante. Only with her vision still hindered by the grime and simmering heat of the flames, did her eyes find something red and raw against his skin. With alarm, she hastily wiped away whatever was in her eye, and turned around to face him squarely. The singed remains of his mask started to fall in pieces to reveal that there was more of that red and raw tissue, nearly occupying the majority of his face. For a moment, Roxanne’s breath was caught in her throat and her whole body was rendered rigid from the sight. Words failed her immensely as she tried with all her might to fathom what she was seeing before her. Something like this should not seize ahold of her like this, not when she witnessed far more horrific things from her line of work and yet...
Come on... say something!
❝Are...❞ She managed out, ❝Are you hurt?❞
@never-surrender
