Dreadful nights had become normal for the blue deviless, but this night brought especially harrowing news with it. When Melia read one of the letters she had returned home with only a moment ago, she froze, unable to move, unable to take her eyes off the parchment.
Her brother was dead.
In an instant, her knees buckled beneath her, but unlike when her sister died, her brother was no longer here to catch her. No one was. She fell to her knees, her trembling hands rose to her horns, gripping them tightly as a vein attempt to comfort herself, much like she did as a child. A loud shriek would echo throughout the streets, a shriek filled with pain and anguish. Tears streamed down the poor girls cheeks as a long broken promise made by a group of triplets echoed in her head over and over "Us against the world." Even if that promise had never been broken, there was no hope of upholding it now, there was no "us" anymore. She was the only one left.
Melia would manage to shuffle herself up against a wall, where she would lay in the fetal position and weep. Oh how cold she felt, how alone she felt in this moment. Two thirds of herself were gone now, with the deaths of Nocte and Telly. The gecko girl could only muster up one word to break through her cries, a name, her brothers name, "Telly.."
She would lay there for hours, wondering why and how..
Three Had Become One.