Asmael
"Brother?" He looked at her in confusion, for a second his mind was hazy. Right, he did talk about a brother earier, but he couldn't so much as remember his face. And why did his chest hurt so much? It was as if-
"Oh..."
It was a sudden and shocking sight. The arm of light Aruna claimed as her bounty made her move on her own, and was now planted straight in his chest. Pinned into the heart of his mind, his heart, his soul, his very existence... was eradicated by the arm of light.
Nice, nice! Good job Aruna. A+ Work there. She could feel the casual, almost mocking tone of the light taunt her. Why, was she not surprised? She asked for more power, so she could protect another. Such a sad sad tale, just like that man so long ago. But his power was all but spent, and he needed a new vessel. Out with the old, and in with the new! He gave her what she wanted, being able to hold him like that, so she should just let the interest be collected and watch him die like an obedient host.
Asmael, the Accuser, even he told her. So really, there was no room to be surprised.
This story has no happy ending.
While the inner world crumbled, screamed and died, it finally emerged. Roots and branches started to grow and sprout from the shattered debris, and began to fill the cracks. It was a strange, unnerving phenomenon. Because for the first time, something that was not part of his mind was slipping in. No, it was leaving this world.
And growing, growing...
Above the ruins and destruction, beyond the clouds... no, within them... something horrifying happened.
The sky was cracking. Like an egg finally about to hatch, glass like splits were slowly forming around the moon.