Skeletons one-shorts (requests Closed)

Just something I whipped up while stressed

This is a scenario where both Ink and error died before their daughter could know them. The adoptive mother is for you to decide.

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The mother slammed her daughter into the tree. Her daughter had a small trail of blood falling from her mouth caused by not only the impact but also the beating she got before. The mother took out her weapons and got ready to give her daughter hell for what she just did.

"I was right to never love you. No one can love a murderer," the mother said as she got her whip ready. This part of the forest was set to be haunted by demons feasting on anyone who walked in, but both women were trained hunters capable of killing them. The forest was dead silent in the night despite a war taking place a few kilometers to their east in the same forest. The animals had been devoured a long time ago. the wind that managed to rustle through the forest was nothing short of a hurricane due to the trees' special leaves. No sound could penetrate the leaves. The perfect place to hurt someone or even better kill someone. A sound cut through the silence a simple whiplash but no whimper followed. the daughter was too used to pain to react to the wound on her body. It was among many other wounds most had already healed showing nothing but a memory that they once were there the scars would be a reminder to both if only the mother could see them. Another whiplash was placed down as the mother grew more and more frustrated. Her daughter was no longer reacting to pain. She walked forward and grabbed her kid by the neck holding the small frame against the tree. The mother looked her daughter dead in the eyes and what she saw confused her. The eyes which were supposed to belong to her daughter were hollow. The mother just looked at the hollow pits studying them only to be filled with disgust and hatred. A hatred that burned out of her eyes. She slammed her daughter to the ground ripping off her daughter's shirt before clawing at her daughter's back. The mother didn't stop until her hands and lower arms were covered in the blood of her daughter. The disgust in her eyes as she stared at her daughter was a kind of disgust that a devil couldn't even look at an angel with. The mother's face was scrunched up only to relax with nothing but a frown once she saw how much blood there was on her arms. She moved her hand up and down until she moved them up quickly revealing water being pulled straight from the ground. The water attached itself to her arms and cleaned off the somewhat dried blood. The mother looked at her daughter almost curious. She moved the water to her daughter's body while the smaller slowly sat up. This surprised the small one who looked back at her mother with her hollow eyes. the smaller had no more energy having used them all to sit up. The water was removed only to splash onto the ground. What the mother saw would haunt her for the rest of her life. Her daughter's naked body was covered with scars from neck to toe. The new wounds only functioned as decorations. Only her daughter's hands and head had been spared. the mother knew this was her doing but she wanted to refuse it. She refused to believe that she had hurt her daughter that much. yet she couldn't stop staring horrified. The hollow eyes of her daughter didn't fit the beautiful face it belonged to nor did the scars covering her otherwise beautiful body. The gashes had small streams of blood flowing from them down her back and sides to her legs and bottom. Her legs were tugged slightly under her but they were beside her. The rags that had previously been a dress covered her legs and front leaving her back bare. The entire body together told a story like no other.

"Gradient what have I done to you?" Her mother asked as she kneeled by her broken daughter.

"I guess I never realized just how much I hurt you. My little girl," The mother said as she placed a healing hand on her daughter's back letting it have a soft glow. It healed the wound but added another scar to the collection. The mother looked into her child's eyes and this time they weren't hollow. They were filled with something that the mother had never seen in them before. Anger.

"You never realized?" Gradient asked. Something within her bubbled it had a new kind of strength. it was a dangerous kind of strength.

"You never realized?" The daughter asked once again. Her power and anger flowed over the brim. She stood up although her body was hurt badly and she was exhausted. Her mother was surprised. The front of her dress fell revealing even more scars. Her mother had tears in her eyes never realizing just how cruel she was. Gradient stood straight in front of her mother she radiated anger and sorrow.

"You never realized?" She asked once again as she faced her mother.

"Why are you mad? I never cared enough to even look at you," The mother said. The daughter did something that surprised both. Her mother's heart was outside of her body. The daughter held the heart in her hand while her arm was piercing her mother's body. She quickly jerked back collapsing as she stared at what she had done. She crawled against a tree. She looked at her hand almost unable to believe what she had done. She sat at the trunk tears falling from her eyes as she was scared she saw a few figures in the distance but she was too weak to fight. She just hoped a demon could smell their blood and would devour both her and her mother. Slowly she closed her eyes as a single bloody tear left her eye. The figures walked over and looked at her scared body. Gently they picked her up holding her close and let his tears spill.

"My love," The figure said gently cradling the smaller closer. He shed his cape and covered his love. Gradient curled into the cape for comfort. The figure took a glance at the mother who was moving a little not being completely dead but leaving her like that would kill her no doubt. She was already bleeding magic. Soon she would bleed out. The figure heard footsteps approaching fast. He saw torches telling him that it wasn't his kind that was making their way to them. The figure spread its wings and quickly left the place. He looked back and saw the figures starting to search. The man holding Gradient brought her back to a hidden cabin in the woods that belonged to his family. He walked in and gently stripped her. He was going to wash her body and apply a cream that should let her wounds heal faster. He placed her now clean body on what was his bed and wrapped her tightly in three blankest knowing that his love was too weak to warm herself. A kiss was the last thing that, the figure who had cared for the daughter, placed on her. He gave her one last glance before vanishing into the shadows and going back to his family's true home. Their castle.