It is easy to believe that this is her doing. That her sacrifices have brought this darkness - and though it does not love her, it loves him and that’s enough. She stands out even in the near-blackness. The lack of light softens her contrast but she is still whiter than light itself. The glow around her is faint because her mind is distracted.
The darkness has claimed the world and the creature growing inside her, the one that has been festering for nearly two years, is alive in a way it has not been since she first noticed its presence.
It wants out.
Uncertainty clouds her excitement. Beyza had meant to be in Pangea when this happened but she buckles from the pain in the meadow instead and cannot bring herself to move or teleport any further. Her glow flickers with the waves of discomfort and there’s a feral cry that escapes her that is unlike any other sound she has ever made. She’s not even sure it is her making the sound. Perhaps it is the demon.
It does not tear out of her chest, does not break her ribs, does not give her more scars to match the iridescent ones she carried from the world beyond worlds. She gives birth to it. And though she is in the open, the darkness is close around her - almost suffocatingly close. It is just them, her and this demon, as her body finally expels the thing that had been haunting her. The darkness that had curled inside of her.
Beyza’s never witnessed childbirth before and has no memory of her own - but even she knows this is not normal. It feels as though she’s being set on fire and the pain is so intense the darkness in front of her eyes dances with spots as she’s blinded with it. The waves are gone and there are no separate contractions - everything blurs together until finally, finally it slips from her with unnatural grace and ease.
She’s breathing heavily when she turns to look at it - a hazy shape even blacker than the world around them. Both her and the demon’s attentions snap at the sound of someone approaching. It’s a stranger coming to investigate, maybe even to help, and Beyza watches as the creature that had been inside of her moments ago moves. With no limbs she can make out, just a blur of supernatural strength, the head of this bystander is separated from the body and swallowed whole.
Pride swells in her instead of the fear she should feel.
Her baby. Her firstborn.
And it gifted her the final sacrifice.
She stands, still watching her child, and she's sure that it is watching her back even though she cannot discern any features. For a moment, they stare at each other in the near-silence of the meadow, the decapitated body between them.
And then the creature flees and Beyza is left alone with a flurry of emotions she cannot even begin to comprehend.
@[jamie]