The ginger haired woman took a deep breath again as to calm down her mind. She pinched the bridge of the nose, pulled the hood of the coat over her head again, as if to hide her hair and muttered quietly, “ My nerves are a bit over the roof. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to let out my mood by anyone. “.
Amadeus had jumped back at the cold tone to be snapped in his direction. It wasn’t as though he’d meant that! He’d seen how strong Taru was and would never be one to question her strength, but he’d been stuck in the Abyss for over a thousand, if not almost two thousand years. Honestly, he couldn’t remember too much of that time. Nothing before Oei arrived to save him from his own mind, her butterflies glowing brightly against the darkness of the world that had surrounded him.
Talking of butterflies, glancing towards his master he saw the number beginning to increase, his throat feeling dry as memories of an old type of punishment flooded his mind. But he was pretty sure that he didn’t earn such a treatment just for worrying about Taru, did he?
He took a few steps closer to Taru but none followed him. His master was watching over the Archon, as though waiting for him to figure something out? Had they known one another? That wasn’t possible, right?
“Oh!”, Venti had been staring at the ground as he tried to place everything else to the back of his thoughts and concentrate on figuring out where he knew this God from - and when it hit him he felt dread flood his system, slowly lifting his gaze, just in time to watch as the swarm of butterflies flew straight at him.
Even Amadeus couldn’t help but feel rather terrified as he watched - a part of him had always wished to see this, to see the suffering and terror to be written on the face of one to have stolen so much from him, to have erased all their history, to simply claim it all for himself - yet a small voice was trying to tell him that this was wrong, that something wasn’t adding up - a voice drowned out easily by other thoughts and the screams of pain that echoed around the room.
Venti could barely be made out from the middle of the swarm of insects to circle him, his cries of pain being cut off now and then by loud violent coughs. It was a strange combination of sounds, the gentle flutter of wings against the agonizing screams of pain to come from someone who was supposed to be a God. As though to try and distract himself, he’d turned fully to Taru, some of the fear showing even as he tried to hide it, “I’m sorry…I never meant to suggest any type of weakness….”, his voice might have been hard to hear with all that was happening behind him - and for some reason he now felt tears running down his cheeks. Why? Why would he cry for this tyrant?
The amount of pain was like nothing he’d ever suffered before - he was quite sure of that. The golden insects cut into his skin, his entire body throbbing with pain by the time that the swarm finally vanished, leaving him hugging into his sides, eyes rather wide as he could still feel them - Oei smiling lightly as she stood before him.
“Let’s start with a simple little test - shall we?”, with a hum, she found an area of his leg that had been cut rather badly, sticking her heel into the broken flesh, a bloodied butterfly flying out his throat as he screamed in response to the sudden pain.