Blood released. Hunger. Hunger. Hunger. Fire. Fire. Fire. More. More of you--sharpness. A pain. N0. N0! So clos- pain! Pain! Darkness. Nononono0-0-nnnnno
Emma is curled next to you on the bed, with a sheen of sweat drying on her skin. She sleeps peacefully, embracing you in your flinching, shifting state without conscious thought. She's warm. Some of the only warmth you can truly feel. You brush a strand of hair from her face with your gloved hand. You drift back to sleep, comforted.
Until something brushes your's from your face. Your eyes shoot open as you tense-- and you force yourself to relax. Barbs of silver metal twist tightly around your neck, and you can feel the edges of the blade. Trying not to look at the blood that blooms on Emma's pale flesh. She sags against you, still breathing. You shift, trying to free your hand.
Only to realize your body will not move. Outside, beyond the gash in your wall, the Holy City burns. A silhouette of some monstrous shape worming through. Screams. Fire. Smoke. Blood--
Snip. You wish you could scream from the pain-- your leg is removed with surgically precise jaws, right above the knee. Something crunches it down in the dark. Then, a sharp blade is pressed into your chest. Slowly, agonizingly slowly--Emma smiles with a lamprey's teeth as she slowly forces a tentacled blade into your heart.
I̧҉͏̫̘͉͍͇̰̭'̣̯͇̻͘l̡̥̫͕̗̘͕̗̹̮l͈͔̲͢ ̙̞͖̱̙͇͍͇͚s̛̗̲̳e̹͉͍̻̬͕͍͙̙͞e̵͙̺̙̖̝̖͜ ҉̰̜̱̻̕y̶̸̟͈̖͖̹̗o̦̺̻̘̫͍̩͎u҉̖̲̟̕͝ ̧̛̞͇̰̝̘͍͘à͚̥̥͜ǵ̣͚̭͈̪́͞a̛͉̖͔̦̘̮͜i̸̡̲͉n̗̙̣̣̫͔̥͈ͅ.͇̪̳͘
Your willpower surges with the slowing of your heart. Your fingers respond with twitches in your gloved hand to your commands.