Whether Aerith had truly become the devil or not, right before their very eyes there was no more Aerith just the aberration that resembled an entity that should not have existed.
The tall grass danced like reeds in a storm. Emilia and Nasha watched, breath frozen, as the thing that had been Aerith became impossibility made flesh.
For a moment they dared to hoped it would stand still or perhaps crawl back to to whatever hell had spat it out but it did something much much worse. It ruined the silence in the most heinous way possible. The thing unhinged its jaw like a trapdoor breaking free, stretching the skin where a mouth ought to be. It's tendons gave way to force. A scream began somewhere inside the thing, then everything else began to scream too.
