Her Babies

Aina's movements were almost careful as she pulled Anselma's body onto the floating piece of Black Wood.

The ancient trees hung in the depths of the abyss, looking anything but like the torture devices they truly were.

There were struggles, curses, a hail of insults, but one would have thought that Aina didn't hear them at all, especially not after she finished hanging Anselma and actually began to hum.

A beautiful sort of tune spilled into the surroundings, but to Anselma and Loryth's horror, this tune that could bring down the pleased chirps of birds and the humming wings of butterflies, was actually increasing their pain by several orders of magnitude.

And yet, not one of them was able to make a single sound. They could only watch as Aina sat cross-legged before them, blood rotating around her as though following the resonance of her hymns. And then, two pills began to take form.