Father

Rune's breathing grew heavier as he blinked his eyes thousands of times. He felt the urge to vomit as he averted his gaze. The awful stench lingered on his nose, making him cover it and his mouth. 

His heart's beating faster as he could feel them drawing closer to him. Their wolf form was hard to look at because of the missing fur and their rotting body. It was too much. 

"R-Rune."

He heard the nostalgic voice of his mom, causing him to look in her direction. But it was too painful. Beelzebub cuts her leg off, and her face is almost falling off. Yet, she would still crawl towards the young wolf while the others attacked him. 

It was a living nightmare. Rune didn't want this memory to replace the one he had stored inside the back of his mind. It's painful, but he doesn't hesitate anymore and fights them using only his sword.