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Khonshu had his legs slightly apart, while Steven was sitting on his right leg, resting his head on the ancient Egyptian god's chest.
Khonshu protectively embraces the minor, while he also patted his head a little. Steven clung to his body as tears welled up in his eyes.
I muster enough courage to look to the side.
The wall was smeared with blood and you could even make out a bit of human flesh scattered on the floor.
Steven hid his face again in the chest of the Egyptian god and he tightened his hug a little more
Steven moved away from him a little and looked at his side again.
and there it was
Marc's body lying on the ground without one of his eyes and the other with blood. His face was cut with fresh blood still dripping from the wounds, his body was full of wounds and blood, clear signs of torture were shown all over his body.
More tears escaped his eyes but he didn't dare make a sound.
He stirred a little and looked the other way seeing Jake, lying on the ground with his body separated from his head. This was not as bad as Marc some slight signs of torture but he had died a quick death, luxuries of having been the god's favorite, if Marc had also obtained that fate.
As he was about to settle back down, he saw Khonshu's scepter.
He had blood staining him almost completely.
This time she couldn't help but let out a sob and regretted it, Khonshu held her a little tighter and began to speak to her.
—Calm down, my little moon, everything is fine, I'm here—
Steven felt like telling him "That's the main problem" but he decided to keep quiet, knowing that there was a possibility of having the same fate as his alters.
—They just wanted to make us have an impossible life, without being able to be together and happy—
The god's words filled him with anger but he knew his chances of winning were nil neither Marc nor Jake even together they couldn't beat the god.
Steven wanted to get out of where he was, he wanted to wake up from this nightmare, look in the mirror and see that he wasn't alone.
But he knew the odds of that happening were a thousand to one.
He wanted to cry and yell at the bird that was hugging him, tell him to kill him and end everything.
But he knew that Khonshu would not do that according to the god's own words.
—I love you, I don't know when I will develop human feelings towards you, but I love you, and I will do anything so that we can be together, no matter the price I have to pay, I will be willing to do it, just for you my little moon—
Those could mean so much but coming from the god, they only meant pain.