The children vanished, and Pria and Tali ended up walking in a large forest of mirror trees, and completely alone. "Well we're fucked," Tali says.
Pria shrugs, walking ahead with her shadow arm rubbing the back of her neck, and trying to grab at the clasps of her shirt. Pulling her shadow arm away, she walks along the mirror forest, seeing reflections- of herself. Herself staring at her, back at her. She glances to her left, and one reflection merrily skips along, not a care in the world.
Turning and staring at another tree of silver liquid mirror, she spots another reflection, curled up into a ball, hands tearing out her hair and screaming. She blinks and turns to another reflection of herself, rocking back and forth on her heels, arms wrapped around herself and tears streaming down her face.
Eyes wide, lips quivering, she walks along the empty forest. Her woven boots crunch against brittle brass soil, blue eyes glancing side to side, looking for more. Looking for some clue to what they mean. She sees another reflection of herself, leg wrapped around a pole, pulling open her blouse and blowing kisses. Another version on her hands and knees, crawling towards her. Another lunging at her, screaming in mania, which makes Pria take a step back, floating off the ground, turning to the large silver tree standing at the middle of the grove-
And she sees herself.
She sees herself, naked. Black tubes burrowed into her skin. Driven into her ears and her nose, blood and fluid draining from them, free-flowing from every available hole of which there are so many. She sees her skin paler than it should be, with black and brass and shadow slowly spreading over her marred and violated corpse, even as a single blood eye silhouettes her and Pria screams, as loud and as long as she can as the Viator of Nullspace reaches for her-
And the shadow arm rises and a bolt of pure, raw force shatters the tree. The reflections shatter and the other trees crack. The reflections fade and she stands along in the grove, breathing heavily, chest shaking, tears and snot running down her face.
"My, my. The Viator, mm? I remember him." An arm of perfect shadow- not hers, but someone else's, wraps around her shoulders and pulls her back, up against something. Someone. "Quite aggressive. Rather interesting, too. He responded so badly when I told him about how much we hated that crippled retard."
Pria's voice hitches. Her coughs are high pitched, squeaks and mutterings, mouthing words. A prayer.
"Ah. My scarlet bride." The finger trace down, like a hook. It works one button of her blouse, then another. "Our scarlet bride. He has such plans for you. Well, not you, but the one who was originally meant for the ring. But, we're sure you'll do in a pinch." Yellow eyes and a long, syllabic chuckle. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Mister Sunshine. Indulgent soul of the Ultimate Darkness."
She is turned around. Shadows surround the one holding her by her shadowed wrist, his other hand working the second button. Another hand cups her chin, another hand working its way up her skirt. "Of course, if you are our bride, what comes must be the consummation. What do you say to that?"
Pria smiles. She takes a slow breath. And looks him directly in his runny yellow eyes.
"Heaven Thunder Hammer."
And she slams her fist into the demon's chest, and sends him flying.