Lanister watched helplessly as the demon before him ripped away Nevayah's humanity with each poke of his blasted rod, the light that signaled the presence of the woman he loved fading by the second. It was when she was dropped to the floor beside him, chains pinning them to the floor did he get the misfortune to assess the damage done and the results....... they chilled him to his very soul. He was just like she was when he first met her... that first day in the cages... Her eyes were so blank, her body so compliant to the restraints... even impaled and bleeding out, he put in more strength to escaping this situation than Nevayah had in this moment... From her mere presence beside him as his blood began to pool did he truly know how far she had gone inside herself. It was as if she had given up on everything... Life, their kids.... him... they all seemed to lose their importance in that void of apathy that circulated around his wife. But, instead of such utter despair spreading to him... it empowered the former slave, at least, enough for his adrenaline to kick in. Lanister struggled and grunted against his confines, rattling the tight chains and even managing to splinter some of the weaker wooden links, but his strength gave out quickly, leaving him heaving in a decrepit ball.
"Damn you...." He hissed as the demon went about to check the house. "DAMN you...!" Lanister watched in horror and outrage as his little girl and boy were dragged into the center of this horror show, and everything that happened since.
Emia squirmed and struggled against the grip of the demon, digging her heels into the floor to stop any kind of advancement, but she was hardly even an inconvenience for No-Face's superior strength. Tears now flowed freely down her face as she screamed and ripped at the hand that held her still, trying desperately to do something... ANYTHING that would get her away from this image: Her parents bloodied, battered and broken on the floor, the smell of blood everywhere... on her, on her brother... It was all splattered across everything.... Their bodies thrown about with her daddy's impaled torso chained to the ground as he glared at the monster that held her and mommy dead, but still dying right beside, her eyes as blank and lifeless as any corpse. Perhaps that's what scared her the most... The mother she idolized, the parent she wanted to grow up to be just like... The woman she wanted to emulate right down to the profession was lying there as if nothing even mattered...
You see, children... The demon laughed, squeezing their hands tightly, making an already unbearable grip even more unbearable. We were just having a pleasant discussion and- AUGGH! Izayah had plunged a familiar knife into the demon's hand, causing him significant pain and discomfort as the steel pierced into his flesh. With a wave of his hand, Emia's twin went crashing into the coat rack, bringing down a good majority of everything that hung there with her. The little girl stared in shock and awe at the horridness of this act... the witnessing of her brother get brutalized in just one stroke. She stared at the demon, then back at the ruins of her family, seriously considering dying as her mother was now, losing everything else but her life first to make the process of it all the less painful.
Lanister stared in disbelief as the demon slammed his son into the coat-rack, gashing his head on the way down. Surely, he thought his boy might've died on impact but by some grace of the gods, he managed to survive, crawling his way on his hands and knees over to him, pressing his bleeding forehead against his, tears welling up in his eyes as his son began to fade away, his parting words cutting him right down the core of his heart. As Izayah fell unconscious, Lanister froze, staring as his son flopped over beside him.
"Izayah...." He whispered. "Nevayah....." He glanced over at his wife, still as dead and emotionless as a door-nail. "Emia..." His voice grew more edged as strength that wasn't his flooded through him, wrenching his arms free of the magically constructed chains and throwing himself at the demon, managing to catch him around his neck with enough force, it caught the monster by surprise and he dropped the child.
WHAT!? The demon hissed, losing his composure as Lanister attempted to smash him with his fists. YOU WERE IMPALED AND BLEEDING OUT! WHERE DID YOU GET THIS STRENGTH!?
Emia fell to the ground hard, landing on her arm, her fair, pale skin scraping against the floor. She winced and yelped in pain as she lifted her arm off the floor, what was supposed to be blood dripping from the wound onto the floor. It was black, soupy, far thinner than blood was supposed to be and smelled of death. It flowed from her body, but she felt no weakness, the ground around her turning to ash wherever the blood touched. She stared at her blood, wide-eyed and mystified, unsure what this all meant... But she felt strong as more of her blood flowed from her body.
Lanister, however, didn't last long against the demon, even with his berserker's rage and acidic blood. With each blow he dealt, the demon delivered three more, all in or around Lanister's wound. Although his acid made quick work of the demon's flesh, it seemed to grow back a moment or two later. The tainted was just unable to keep up as the demon smacked him to the floor once again, a chain wrapping up around his throat, choking him and threatening to snap his neck if it grew any tighter.
DIE..... No-Face growled before a hand was thrust through his lower stomach poking out the other side... Emia's hand coated in a black, thin substance. Instead of blood, ash spilled out from inside the demon, the skin surrounding the ash starting to fade and so on, his body beginning to fall apart at the seems as a flaming purple aura began to engulf the little 4 year-old.
N-NOOOOO! No-Face snarled, attempting to rip himself free, but found he didn't have the strength. NOT.... AGAIN.......! His body crumbled beneath him until only his faceless head rested upon a while pile of ash. Emia's eyes glowed a sinister red as the demonic energies that once belonged to this thing were at her command. AS.... MEDDLESOME..... AS YOUR ANCESTORS....... Not knowing and not caring what this meant, Emia pressed her blood-soaked palms into the demon's head, it's skin fading away to nothingness as it fell back to hell once again. The chains around Lanister and Nevayah crumbled to nothing as Emia stood there in the center of the house, heavily breathing as she attempted to contain this immense unholy power. With a scream, a pillar of pure dark pink erupted from around the little girl, blasting through the ceiling but without causing any visable damages. Dark red voltage sparked through Lanister's red mist, causing it and the blood on the floor to disappear as the pillar of raw demonic energies blasted forth. The Barrier set up outside was struck right at it's peak, it's center, the energies cracking and conflicting before the dome shattered as if it were glass, disappearing before the shards could fall to the ground. But Emia fell backwards, landing on her rear as her eyes drooped, staring at her hands as if trying to figure out what just happened. There was no evidence of a scratch, or even the blood... just her skin as the last of the demonic energies faded away.
"M-mommy...?" Emia said, stumbling over to her mother. "D-daddy....? Bubby...?"