How horrible, how disgusting, how... sad.
Adam's last finger trembled on its way down, eventually halting. His stern expression, his anger—they all collapsed, washed by the miserable girl's genuine plea. It cut through his already aching heart like a frozen blade, awakening memories he did not want to remember. Yet, they flashed before his eyes.
Misha's original mangled form, an unholy mix of a cheetah, her beloved horse, a wolf, and an ape, appeared first. Then the madness followed. The aberrations of the underground lab unravelled one after another, each more disturbing than the last, each the result of gruesome experiences and countless deaths.
Suffocating laughter reverberated through his mind, the madness chilling his blood. An old silhouette turned into a hulking, twelve-winged monster before he culled him and sealed his soul.
