A few hours ago~~
The air in the chamber grew thick, and for a second, little Damien forgot how to breathe. His heart pounded against his small chest and his small hands that held the vase trembled as Cassian slowly rose from his crouched position. The unnatural twist of his brother's head, turned fully backward, made Damien's throat tighten in terror.
"Brother…" he whispered shakily. "Stop… you're scaring me."
Cassian's lips stretched into a grin too wide for his face. His eyes, once warm and bright like the sunrise, were now deep pools of black. "Scaring you?" he chuckled darkly, straightening his spine until his bones cracked audibly with his head still fully backwards. "Oh, sweet little brother... you have no idea what fear even feels like yet."
Damien's breathing grew ragged. The vase in his hand quivered as his fingers fought to keep their grip. Cassian tilted his head the other way, his neck bending too far below his shoulders.
