Chapter 27:Bloodline Harvest and Eternal Suffering (Part 2)

Heather Tsukino's dying eyes became a window of absolute horror.

Her body was already dissolving, molecular structure breaking down from Nehellenia's vampiric consumption. Yet her consciousness remained - trapped, forced to witness the systematic destruction of her children.

Haru and Sora - the crow children - would suffer her father Kurama's most horrific fate.

Their crow wings weren't just torn. They were methodically flayed with supernatural precision that defied human comprehension. Each obsidian feather ripped slowly, deliberately. Blood didn't just flow - it became a living tapestry of supernatural suffering.

Haru's wings were first. Nehellenia's magical blade moved with surgical accuracy. Not a simple removal. A molecular deconstruction. Nerve by nerve. Membrane by membrane. Each feather became a weapon of pure, calculated agony.

Sora watched, suspended in supernatural restraints, helpless as his brother was methodically destroyed.

Heather's dying breath caught in her throat. A silent scream of maternal anguish.

When Sora's wings received similar treatment, blood erupted in arterial fountains. Dark crystal chains absorbed every droplet, every molecular essence of supernatural potential.

Their heart punctures were calculated to keep them alive. Suffering. Conscious.

Haru's heart - pierced but not destroyed. The blade entered with microscopic precision, stopping millimeters from total obliteration. Supernatural energy kept him conscious. Alive. Experiencing every microscopic moment of infinite suffering.

Sora's heart received identical violation. A transformation of death into an endless moment of supernatural trauma.

Yuki - with Kurama's crimson eyes - went from fierce to glassy. Not extinguished. Trapped between life and absolute destruction.

Shizuka's fox magic flickered. Her heart pierced, suspended in perpetual trauma.

Akihiko and Kazuki - their crystalline potential systematically torn, hearts violated with supernatural accuracy.

Akira - the smallest - received the most methodical violation. Her tiny form suspended, heart pierced to maximize suffering while maintaining a microscopic thread of life.

Heather watched. Her molecular structure dissolving. Her brown eyes - those windows to impossible potential - locked onto her children's suffering.

"I'm sorry," she mouthed, her final breath a dimensional fracture.

The knife twisted. Slowly.

"You will live," Nehellenia whispered. "But never whole."

Each child hung suspended. Hearts pierced. Supernatural energy slowly draining. Not dying. Existing in a state worse than death.

Nehellenia's fingers traced their wounds. Not with compassion. With pure, calculated hunger.

"Your mother's bloodline," she breathed, "is now my eternity."

Heather's final moment was pure, absolute horror.

The Dead Moon Circus trembled. Reality itself held its breath.

Nightmares became the only truth.