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The girl would be happy to know that she had still managed to miss out on the most grotesque part. Realization struck the girl hard and she understood. The rumours of the Lykoi were not mere rumours. Halo had chosen to seek out Inferni. She had wanted to see and experience the horrors of her twisted family. This was why she had come here in the first place, for this. Nothing could ever compete with reality and the girl now understood too well how horribly wrong she had been. She now understood why it was only a hand of monsters able to do what they did. No one should ever have to witness the massacre that the girl just had seen. No one would want to see something that sickening. There was no trace of the man that the young hybrid had believed to be her uncle. There was just death and now two strong, clawed hands were dragging her back into it.
Glassy red eyes stared emptily into nothing and she knew that she would soon be as dead as Charon or worse. She could not find the strength to fight against the blood soaked devil. She found that she no longer had a voice either. He slammed her into the ground and the hard impact caused the oxygen to flee her lungs. Halo dimly noticed that the ground was soaked under her and the world spun around and devoured her whole with flesh and bones. His gaze was more terrifying than anything; breaking through her last mental defences with ease, like a knife through soft butter. Not a shiver dared to run through her body now. Would she have to die in the same disgusting way as Charon? Was that how her life was to end? Again she could not understand how she managed not to vomit up everything she had ever eaten.
She wanted to black out, but adrenaline was a treacherous thing. She caught every detail of his blood soaked face and the horrible horror that inhabited it. Panic and fear clung to her and she loathed it. Her feet trashed uselessly against the bloody ground in a pathetic attempt to push her body back into the earth and away from the horrible man. Her lips parted and it almost looked as if she was just about to ask a question. Her throat was dry and she was unable to construct a sensible sentence anyway. His madness did not belong to the de le Poer. Why did he possess such horror and why didn’t she? She was bred into insanity and she had failed at life. Her young heart was trying to burst its way out of her chest. What was the point when it was soon to be ripped out anyway?
She kept completely still, waiting for her life to pass in front of her eyes and the final death grip. She did not want to die. ”Don’t..” the girl’s muted lips whispered soundlessly. It was not exactly a plead, but not far from it either. She valued her life and could easily admit that she had made a mistake. Well anything, really. Just not death.