Ninorra's heart leaped into her throat. How could she not see it, before? The face, the voice, but so much more pain than she ever imagined her child having. Somewhere, back home, he was safe and cared for. Loved by friends and the echo of herself she'd left behind. He would never want for her, never miss her, so what could have possibly happened that he should become this creature?
It took a while for the rest of his explanation to reach her.
"..Queen?" She repeated, horrified.
The world around them smelled of sulfur and blood. Thousands of creatures of all different races, suffering, staring. They seemed afraid of something, a sound up ahead. The sound of someone crying.
"Damian," she whispered, throwing her arms around him from his side, avoiding the wings and ignoring the world around them. The creatures and whatever demanded their fear could wait.
"What happened?" She asked quietly, holding him as if he were the same boy she'd left behind. "How could I have let you become this? This can't be our future, it doesn't make any sense. I would never let you hurt this way."