Everybody wants something from me now

Deathbelle curled around her two remaining children and held onto them tightly. She felt more empty inside than anything before. Losing her son, knowing he was dead, was nothing like she had ever experienced. Losing Archon had been devastating, seeing Incubus disappear, neither of those events held anything to what she felt now. Losing a child was the deepest wound. She went through the motions, doing her duties and caring for her children as they mourned the loss of Fortune… and Harbingr. They both weighed heavily on her mind, and for days now she had cried and become more and more hollow. Numbness had taken over, a defense mechanism for the pain that held her so tightly.

The sound of Sirius’s voice only barely made her stir. Belle lifted her head, her listless features not even curious as her thoughts wrapped around a wolf she had once refused to be separated from. How long ago had it been that Deathbelle had wanted none other but Seer’s arms wrapped around her shoulders? She couldn’t forget how close they had once been, enough that she had nearly considered them two parts of the same whole. Now… Now she couldn’t imagine another wolf who felt more opposite to her.

Reluctantly Deathbelle lifted herself from the den and her two young children and carefully made her way towards the falls. Her fur lacked the luster it once had, she’d lost weight, and no longer carried herself like the Empress she once was. Decorated paws Carried her to the equally broken man, Sirius was a mess, maybe more so than she felt.

The greeting that would have once held some bite couldn’t be mustered as her own dull gaze gifted to his handsome features. Maybe if she didn’t know true loss her heart would have found the familiar throb that he caused in her chest, but Deathbelle was past feeling anything. What was once a heart was now a deep dark hole. ”Sirius.” She said softly instead, all of the grandeur once in her voice now crumbled like the soul withered inside.