That, in itself, was enough of an answer.
Delora hid her giggle behind her fist, as Reia laughed – even when Orpheus’ orbs changed to a bright green in what Emerie knew was jealousy. Magnar, on the other hand, appeared unphased.
“Listen, when you’ve faced death like I have, you’re pretty excited to create life,” Faunus argued in his own defence.
Emerie eyed the golden crack on his skull, and something pinched at her chest. Then something that was said from earlier finally clicked within her mind. It was an answer to a question she’d always wanted to know but hadn’t wanted to press with Ingram in case she lost his trust by asking it.
“That’s how you die,” she rasped, her expression turning meek as if saying she discovered how to kill them out loud could bring her danger. “If your skulls are broken, you don’t come back.”
“Yes,” Magnar and Orpheus confirmed in unison.
“And he has already experienced it,” Orpheus continued. “Which is why he has the gold line in his skull. Mayumi and the spirit of the void brought him back.”
“Spirit of the void?” Emerie asked.
Ingram’s head perked up at that, his orbs turning bright yellow in joy. “We can use gold to bring another of our kind back?”
Ingram’s question overshadowed hers.
For some reason, Mayumi winced. “I don’t know. I’m not sure.”
“Why not?” Ingram asked, tilting his head as the hue of his orb colour darkened instead.
“Because... it’d happened before a day passed from when I glued his skull back together, and Weldir, or, uh, the spirit of the void, needed to use my soul to help bring him to life.”
“Why are you here?” Orpheus asked, cutting to the chase. “Because, if it’s to bring back the bat-skulled Mavka, we don’t have answers for you. If we did, we would share them.”
“Oh,” Ingram murmured, his orbs swiftly switching to a deep blue.
He pointed his raven skull towards the timber floor, as if he didn’t want to look upon any of them under the weight of his grief and disappointment. Emerie hated that his shoulders and neck sagged in defeat.
“Aleron,” Emerie quickly interjected, causing the other Duskwalkers to direct their bony faces to her. She squirmed under the stare of so many orbs and eyes. “Stop calling him the bat-skulled Mavka. His name is Aleron.”
Emerie couldn’t handle them speaking of him in such a detached way, when it was obvious he meant so much to Ingram. She wanted to give him life, and for him to be spoken of warmly, even in his absence – for Ingram’s sake.
“We didn’t know he had a name also,” Orpheus said, and she figured that was his way of apologising. “We thought you named Ingram.”
She shook her head. “No. I didn’t.” Then she leaned on the table more, laying out her hands beseechingly. She knew what she was about to ask was futile, but if Ingram didn’t have the humanity to dig deeper and could only take things at face value, then she would be the one who would try. “Are you sure there is no other way?”
“We believe Faunus is a special circumstance,” Mayumi stated, drawing her gaze. “And a lot of dumb luck, on my part.”
“I will find another way to bring Aleron back,” Ingram said, making Emerie wince at his determination. “But the Witch Owl directed us here for a reason.” He finally lifted his head towards Magnar, and then Orpheus, as he said, “I want to destroy the Demon King.”
A heavy, still silence blanketed them.
So heavy, in fact, that it made Delora pause just as she was placing a plate in front of Emerie. A sliced piece of carrot rolled off and landed on the table, and she quickly set it down before any more could follow it.
Ingram’s skull darted around as his orbs whitened, likely unsure as to why he caused everyone to suddenly freeze.
Emerie connected eyes with Mayumi, who was directly across from her. She watched as the shock that had settled onto her features turned into determination, then she quickly looked down. She placed her hands against her stomach before her nose crinkled tightly.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Come on!” Mayumi yelled, causing the baby Duskwalker who had been trying to escape to shuffle back to Faunus. “Finally someone wants to kill that bastard, and it has to be right as I’m bloody pregnant?!”
Faunus released a quiet growl up at her. “You think I would have let you face Jabez regardless, little hunter?”
“Well, you can’t go!” she shouted back, pointing her index finger not even a centimetre from his feline snout. “I lost you once, and I’m not losing your big furry ass a second time.”
“I’ll go,” Reia chimed in, and although her voice held a hint of excitement, her features said otherwise. Her brows were furrowed with concern, then her lips pursed – as if she was already trying to formulate a plan.
“No, Reia,” Orpheus firmly stated. “We have spoken about this. None of us will face the Demon King.”
“Yeah, none of you can,” she argued, gesturing to the three Duskwalkers.
“None of you can come back,” Delora muttered, so quietly it was like she didn’t want to be heard. She rubbed at her left biceps. “But we can.”
“No, Delora,” Magnar growled as he stormed to her and wrapped his arms around her soft belly to grab the crook of where her arse met her thigh. “You cannot do this.”
Delora turned incorporeal in his arms to escape, floating away as he gave chase. Her sweet features suddenly became sharp, and she glared the tall Duskwalker down. She turned solid, letting her feet thud against the ground, before pointing up at him.
“Yes, I can. You can’t come back, Magnar, but we can,” she repeated. “Even if we aren’t successful, we will live to try again. You Duskwalkers, on the other hand, have a glaring vulnerability.”
Reia attempted to push her way out of Orpheus’ arms, only to be slammed back against his torso repeatedly. She eventually let out the cutest version of a human growl and turned ghostly as well to escape her latched-on Duskwalker. She walked over to the table and slammed her hand against it.
“We’ve all been wanting this from the moment he began specifically targeting us.” She lifted her chin up at Orpheus, who rose to his feet and came over to stare down at her with reddened orbs. “Delora’s right, and we all know it. Only us brides can take this risk without the chance of permanently losing anyone.”
“You and Delora cannot do this alone,” Orpheus argued. “You may be good with your sword, but he is an Elf! You have not fought against him. My skull may be breakable, but it takes force.” He reached out to cup the side of her face, being careful of his sharp claws against her skin. “You, my little doe... I can shatter your entire body with barely the slightest touch. One hit, and he will kill you.”