ain't no grave deep enough for my sins

*Ghoul* · 11-03-2022, 08:29 AM

He had climbed upon the statue. One paw reached up as a wicked grin licked at his lips. So close, he could feel the beat of the firefly wings buzz within the eye sockets. They pulsed and vibrated until one dull claw tried to swipe a firefly away. It was then that a sound he could never imagine to exist exploded within his eardrums. Echoing through the statue and then into his own body, Ghoul is blinded.

Unable to see, hear, feel, to even breathe, he lay in the void of darkness. What he had not seen was the hundreds of fireflies that had shot right at him. Covering his whole body until he was nothing but a mere mass of shadows. Light did not exist in those moments as he was enveloped by fireflies. Confused and terrified, the pale boy would not expect what came next.

Pain radiated over his entire body as the fireflies attacked. Bashing into him, one by one, as they pelted his body until he felt more than pain. A searing coldness that was nothing compared to the agony of wounds afflicted by that of a fight. There was nothing to describe the terror that consumed him as the fireflies continued to penetrate down to his very core. It would slowly shift until the scorch of agony covered his shoulders, hips, and legs.

Crack.

Ghoul tried to scream. Nothing would release from his slack-jawed lips. His ruby eyes would roll back in his head as he felt the unbearable weight of hundreds of fireflies pressing onto his limbs.

CrAcK.

Onto his ankles, his elbows, his forearms. Shattering one by one until he began to convulse. Held tight in the grasp of the fireflies, he does not fall yet. The fireflies continue to ensure that every piece of bone from shoulder to toe is splintered to oblivion.

THUD.

Fireflies vanish leisurely back into the statue's sockets as Ghoul's crumpled body falls to the ground. Rolling from the statue until he lay limply. Barely conscious, his eyes flutter as he tries to stay alive. Unsure of what had just happened to his body, he lays still, trying to focus more on breathing than anything else. Around him, other wolves continue to bring forth their offerings. It was as if he didn't exist...

Sucking in a shuddering breath, he lets out a yowl of pain that would break a mother's heart. There is no feeling, no sensation, no movement capable of coming from any of his legs. He can thump his shortened tail against the stone, feel the hair along his spine rise, and even gently lift his chin from the floor, but his legs do not cooperate. How was he to survive? To live? To feed himself? To do anything? Fear envelops him, taking over the pain as he searches around for anyone who would help.

Would anyone come to his aid?

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