The pain of seeing her this way was excruciating in itself, let alone what he was going through right now. Clenching his teeth, Caden merely nodded for her words. With glazed eyes he looked up but didn't dare look at her face. Instead, he remained there staring off blankly at the wall until she left.
When the door closed, the demon slumped over to drop his head, hair falling along the sides of his face to hide the pain visible there. His eyes did not lose that bright glow and instead it intensified with each passing minute. The aching in his jaw returned gradually until the pressure pinched so much he bit into his cheeks to draw blood. Once the fangs were out again he knew what was to come.
Groaning for the harsh waves of pain that rippled through him, he crawled over to the bed where he clung to one of the legs of the frame. Sitting there, he felt a fine sheen of sweat building all over as he stared down at the floor, still desperately trying to cling to humanity. It was too much for him, though.
With silent tears running down his face, Caden took shallow breaths as he mumbled nonsense to himself. Goddess above...save me. Save me from myself. The pain radiating from his hands was growing to be almost too much, but still he sat in torture.
Muffled crying and whimpers rocked through him, shaking him away from peace more and more each time. An acute sharpness began popping at every little joint in his hands as he hunched there, shaking miserably for the awareness this was all happening in. It happened slowly, painfully and torturous still as he fought with himself every moment. The thin claws that ran flush with his bones had him feeling like his hand broke with every addition, every pop and slip into place.
Finally, they broke through.
Almost translucent white claws sprouted out now from his fingers, the cruel things buried back into his skin just at the knuckles but were long, and sharp as knives at the tips where they stretched another finger's length beyond. They truly were weapons, ones he knew could shred just about anything, but it had been so long since they had surfaced that it was extremely painful to bear them now, involuntary as it was.
Crying still, he began raking his hands along the finely-carved wood, ruining the etchings there as layers easily separated to fall to the floor around him. It wasn't long until his rage of grief took to other things about the room. The dresser. The floor. The walls. The curtains. The door itself. All were slowly and methodically carved into as he tried to contain himself there, tried to force himself to stay in the room and not wreck havoc unconfined.
When he was done, the emotions of the change finally settled into something much calmer and no longer out for blood, Caden again slumped to the floor amidst his wreckage. Still fully transformed, he curled his hands onto himself to keep the claws pointed at his chest and belly instead now, worried as he still kept tensing with the urge to fly from the room and follow after the instincts that pounded loudly in his mind now.
Instead, he was curled up there, head hung to hide his shame for what he had done in the night and what he still was and could not hide. There, he would remain.