Chapter 388: Rain In The Dark
In his cell, Rain lay in utter blackness on the floor, one hand cradling the wrist where they’d severed the other.
He’d managed to strike a blow against the unprepared angel, but his only reward was to be restrained and maimed, before being injected with something that made the regrowth of his missing hand long and painful.
He’d screamed when it started.
Screamed and screamed despite there being no one but the darkness to receive them. And when he was silent, there was nothing to make sound outside of his cell.
Darkness and silence turned time in on itself. Minutes could have been days or hours or years. Did he imagine the building rumbling and shuddering? Or the whisps of sensation from a hand he didn’t have.
And then he heard a gentle voice.
"Hey."
Rain looked up to find Kir leaning against a wall. Somehow visible despite the darkness.
"Kir I... you’re alive?"
"Not so much," he quirked a smile in the dark. "But I guess that just means things aren’t working out for either of us, huh?" But when Kir leaned down, Rain saw only horror.
Where the rest of his face should have been, his skull was visible, grey flesh overgrowing a missing eye. The horns on the right side of his face were missing and instead of wings he had mangled growths of loose, grey skin on bones.