Uninhibited

39. Death

39. Death

Syra's eyes streamed with tears as her back was ripped into again and she bled further. Her cry of pain joined the three others around her, but she heard a fourth cry.

A cry so loud it shook the damn building and made the chains she hung from rattle dangerously, plaster raining down.

Her and the others torturers ceased, but the blood loss was immense. She had lashes all over her back, chunks of flesh had been pulled away and her stomach was lined like her back. Her tears flowed into the large gouges on her face making them sting incessantly and her legs had crumbled so she choked more now.

She knew even though they had stopped, she would die.. she could feel it in the way she struggled for breath, the way the blood just fücking leaked out of her and the way her head fought blackness.

"Stop!" she heard Dante's voice. "Back away! T-they...are right."

A gasp whisked through the audience loudly and voices broke out, Syra swayed, but a smile curved her face. Dante did feel...and he was doing what was right after all.

"What do you mean they're right!" someone from the audience shouted, astounded.

And so Dante began explaining, his relationship with Zelina, knowing it was right, but both feared an uprising would start from their followers knowing, hiding the children born, confirming Syra did...what any mother would've done after feeling for the first time happiness and then having that happiness ripped away.

Syra had just about floated away by the time he finished and his people and Zelina's had roared forth, angry and saddened by the destruction done.

Dante had let them come and Syra was aware of being unshackled and brought to lay on the hard, wooden floor.

Screams echoed in her ears and she didn't know if it was hers or Dante's as she faded away.

**

Sebastian

Her heart had stopped.

Sebastian knew as he stared, tortured at the love of his entire life. He let out another roar and ripped at his hair, pulling it until he ripped out chunks.

He couldn't even attack Dante and take out his rage because Dante had been killed by his people and the angels. Both had been píssed they been lied to and witnessed innocent deaths.

Now they mingled around, hovering over the remaining survivors; Ren, Blane and himself. They wept Syra's death, but Sebastian couldn't.

Instead he lived in denial as he scooped her into his arms and rushed to a room, away from prying eyes.

He didn't care what revelation they had made, he didn't care that he still breathed or that Dante was dead and that they had no leaders.

What he cared about was getting his love to live and he only knew of one way, no matter how sick those would find it.

He knew they'd understand one day, they would know.

He stripped her down, praying he could get her soul to absorb his life as he entered her still warm body. His tears spilled over her face as he tried desperately to get her feed in the only way he knew she did.

He sobbed into her neck, trying and trying, but it was so pointless.

So, so pointless...

**

Syra's soul had floated away from her solid form and she knew she had died. It wasn't something she found frightening, upsetting or saddening nor wasn't it something she delighted in.

Blackness surrounded her, but she was not afraid of it. She'd lived in darkness all her life. But she felt nothing now anyways.

She was cold and numb, whatever feelings she had were gone, though she did know she wanted to meet the child that could have been.

She wandered in the dark, stumbling and calling out. Yet she was...in limbo. Like she might still live. All around her was those patches of black and what could be white. She seen life forces floating around her, by her, through her, but none actually stopped and talked, nor were they her child. They all had somewhere to be, things to do. Syra though, did not.

The more she wandered and more she lingered in the dark, the more she was numb and cold, the more she didn't want the life, the warmth, the feelings.

However, as she wandered a sudden tugging and a flash of light erupted through the darkness. The forces around her were whipped away and it was just her. She squinted and felt the tug again. Something in her told her this was a path meant only for her, not the others.

The tug was warm, comforting, full of feeling. Something she didn't want due to the exposure of darkness and seeing other souls. But as she went to back away, the tug was harder and she was forced forward.

The further she came to the light, the more she felt and remembered.. and the more she heard. The world around seemed to melt and those that she had seen as dead souls vanished entirely.

She was blinded by the bright light as she stood just before entering it, she was flooded with memories and emotions, but she heard. She heard his sobs. She heard him crying for her, wanting her, needing her very existence.

And she no longer fought or wanted the blackness.

She wanted the light and all it offered.

So she stepped into it, letting go of the place known as limbo.