Private Finished The Last Thing I Want to Do

The monster- Aura continued to put up a fight every step of the way, but few things could really hold up to the determination of Hella Magnusson. And what little tiny trace of Aura that remained during the fight did what she could. The raging unthinking flails of the beast sometimes missed unexpectedly or attacked itself. Had Aura been conscious of what was truly going on she would have wept rivers for Hella, even as the monstrous form still spewed blood and molten magma in its desperate attempts to hurt. To destroy. To keep the shy, scared girl named Aura within its inhuman and incomprehensible clutches.

The extremely high regeneration of Aura made things difficult too, wounds healing whenever Hella took precious seconds to focus on other parts of her surgery. But eventually the Elder Sign- enhanced blade of blood was able to do its job. And the healing also helped keep her alive.

Aura, fortunately, would probably not remember most of what happened, and certainly none of the more gruesome work once Hella really got going.

Aura was no longer really in any form that one might call a person. She was piles and piles of parts. Some alive, some cut away and many charred and discarded. There was definitely a molten core deep, almost too far inside her to be part of reality. Physics were real sketchy with eldritch beings.

Except before Hella could finish figuring out how to cut out the core, there was something else of note. There had been strange tendrils and discolored flesh looped around and intertwined with everything. But in Aura's head, away from the actual 'core' there was a coiled ball of grey tendrils that retracted as she approached with her weapon. It hurt to even look at it- as if looking too hard was causing a migrane. The angry yellow eyes glared at her as a mouth formed and grinned, and then laughed. "Do it. Kill me. Tear out my heart to save yours. I'm just a little girl- you're the monster. Chopping me into bits because you don't have the patience to wait for me."

It sounded like Aura, but she shouldn't have been able to speak while force-shifted for the moon. Her continued sounds of pain and distress and anger could attest to that. And never in a million years would she speak like that to Hella- she'd shown before how she would rather tear herself apart than hurt Hella. Maybe it wasn't Aura herself doing that taunting.

The only response from this creature that was, or is, or could be Aura was a horrible mindless screeching as Hella tore apart the eldritch core inside Aura. All of the writhing, the scratching the onslaught of broken limbs trying to tear Hella apart stopped almost instantly.

It was suddenly very, very quiet aside from Hella's own heartbeat and whatever she was doing. The rent and torn asunder flesh that was Aura lay still and unmoving as the molten core inside her dimmed and went out. Everything stopped. Including the various healing wounds.

Aura's body began to twitch again as the strange necromantic last ditch effort took hold long enough to restart her regeneration. A long, whispery groan escaped the half dozen or so shattered and broken open heads lying as part of the mass of body parts.

And then Hella's heart was physically pushed back out and away from Aura's body by strands of sinewy muscle that was knitting itself together as she watched. Hella had the core in hand but something molten again lit within Aura and began to accelerate the healing. But this time it was visibly burning away the traces of eldritch material left strewn about the pile. Rejecting anything that wasn't Aura.

Her regeneration was quick but it wasn't supposed to be quite as quick as what Hella was seeing.
The large form of Aura's werewolf body was being put back together at a rapid pace. Except there weren't broken piles of off kilter limbs and a mishmash of vaguely wolven bits.

In the midst of a pile of discarded limbs and gore Aura was being reformed into quite simply a large wolf. A giant wolf actually. Probably around 8 feet tall standing on all fours. Of course she wasn't standing though- she was slumped over on her side. Breathing labored but.. well, she was breathing. And pure white fur began to grow in across her wolf form. Immediately being stained by the gore and viscera she was laying in. And the various blood magic being used.

Slowly the giant bloodstained white wolf's breathing equalized enough and her one singular eye on the left side opened up. The right side only had a pair of scars where eyes used to be. Just swimming to consciousness was an ordeal, but the power of the moon drove her to restlessness even at near death.

Her legs were unsteady- hell her whole body creaked and ached and barely responded. But with enough convincing she managed to lurch to her feet. Dazed and head swimming in confusion at the brief hints of memories of what had happened, she found herself surrounded by... well it certainly wasn't the first time. Her heart plunged at the thought of having massacred again. She could smell and taste the blood and knew it wasn't just hers.

And then she saw the charred remains of a human heart. And the possibly dead form of the person who she considered to be her heart. The appearance was all wrong of course. Hella wasn't supposed to... well she was nude and didn't look like a girl. But she smelled like Hella. That same smell that Aura had held onto with herculean effort even in her darkest moments.

Not Hella. Aura couldn't live if her girlfriend was gone.

She let out the loudest most mournful howl she could muster- which wasn't saying too much considering her extremely weak state. And she lurched forward, desperately nudging at Hella's body with her giant nose. And collapsing by her with the effort involved in making all of those motions so quickly after coming back from the dead.