❝Marcella? ❞ ice sets in his voice, fingers of poison in his throat as he looks at her for the first time since she has fallen, ripped from her vessel while the hunters' knives devoured it, like wolves; carved her up, left her mutilated, naked, and exposed. VULNERABLE. the charismatic demon, all glory in her crimson soaked crown; entrails strewn at her HEELS, she carved a path through her enemies, wolfish smirk of beatific embolism.
now she sat, curled. defeated. broken shards of a hunter's sport. seeing her like this, piteous and fragile, boiled his blood. ❝Marcella. I won't let this go unpunished. They'll pay for this. If I have to burn through every single hunter on this planet, I'll find them, and I'll string them up by their intestines. Bleed them out like pigs. ❞ fingertips coil outward, ghosting just a touch from the mutilated figure. putrefied. gaunt. but still beautiful, despite their handiwork. she was his, her soul ached in the shadows of weakness and he felt the quake in his bones, flesh ebbed by the wane of her regality.
❝ I promise. ❞ GUILT eats at him, harbors away at his guts. acid, crawling in, purged by his lack of presence when the attack happened. because of jealousy, of his own inability to maintain composure; she is fractured and it’s his fault.