Thrown down the cliff

 Every time the minor gods readjusted her on his shoulder, Beth winced internally. She had no energy to even moan, and even if she did, she would have held back from the fear of letting them know that she was alive. She kept blacking out and waking up again and again. 

The air was getting colder as the minor god kept walking. From what little she could see through her hazy vision, the ground was unpaved and looked rugged. Her head was throbbing with pain as blood pushed against her windpipe, once again and without a warning, the darkness engulfed her. 

But that didn't last long. Soon, she woke up with the pain of something pressing against her wound. Her eyelids were too heavy to open and she had no voice. Hence she screamed in her head, barely opening her bloodshot eyes. 

Through her hazy vision, she could see the tall frame of Two standing before her. His shoe pushed against her wound once again and her eyes grew wide open in agony. The minor god laughed dryly. 

"I know you're alive." He said with an evil smirk. "You have a heartbeat, though a very faint one."

Beth opened her mouth to gulp air but ended up spurting blood. The pressure in her head was too high for her to stay awake but the man's foot on her chest kept her conscious. Why won't they let her die in peace? She wondered, looking up at the minor god absentmindedly. 

Two chuckled, seeing the expression on her face. 

"From the moment I saw you outside heaven's gate, I knew you weren't that smart." He said, leaning down towards her. "If you were, you would have stayed out of it."

Beth looked away from his pale face, struggling to hold her emotions in. With no voice to scream or even cry, she felt miserable. Her eyes searched for her companion around her. Her gaze fell on a limp figure lying behind the fluttering robes of the minor god. 

A desperate gasp escaped her mouth as she watched the blood ooze out of her blood-stained back and onto the god's shoes. Had her efforts been in waste then? Had she taken the sword for nothing? She thought, crying inside.

"She's dead." Two said, laughing at her miserable gaze at the dead slave. "Don't worry, though your injury is quite bad, it was not enough to kill you." 

Beth looked at the god with confusion. Was that why she was still alive? Where was she? She wondered, trying to fight through the haziness in her head. She could feel the cold wind beating against her back with an intensity that she had never felt before. It whistled as it flew around her, making the minor god's clothes sway with it. He looked frightening as he reached out to smoothen her hair. 

"You see, One doesn't make mistakes even under pressure." Two said, smiling like a maniac. "And now, that girl is dead, and you will follow her soon." 

He stood up with a chuckle and started walking away, the sound of his legs moving towards the place behind her. 

"The moment I throw you down the cliff, the death eaters will snatch you away, tearing you apart into pieces." He said, continuing his monologue. "You would be able to enjoy the pain if you don't bleed to death before that." he chuckled as he said the statement. 

Her mind raced as she started panicking. It was one thing to be dead and not realizing as your body gets torn into pieces by hungry creatures from the depths of hell. But it was an entirely different thing to get clawed at and your limbs wrenched out as you lie there fully conscious of it all. 

She cursed her luck. If only she were dead now, Beth wished desperately. She didn't even know what the death eaters looked like or what they were. But from what the gods were talking about, she could visualize a certain gory picture in her hazy mind. Two's hand caressed her back, trailing down her spine painfully slowly. It irked her out but she couldn't move. 

"It's a pity that such a beautiful thing like you had to be destroyed so soon." He said, sighing heavily. His hands stopped at her waist and quickly traveled up to grab her wrist. he pulled it towards his face, looking at it curiously. The movement stretched her hand backward, straining her wound further. "What is this? A wrist band made of cloth?" She heard him ask, sounding amused. 

The pain numbed her reasoning. She didn't bother to listen to what he was saying. Beth was barely conscious as he lifted her in his arms. The wind tousled her hair, as he turned towards the direction of the cliff. 

"You poor thing." He said, raising her towards the edge. "Goodbye then."

As her body dropped down the cliff, the sharp winds beat against her skin like whiplashes. Fear gripped her heart as she looked at what seemed like an endless girth of darkness. She saw them coming for her- the death eaters. Their cries ripped through the howl of the wind piercing her ears with a force enough to make them bleed. 

She shut her eyes close in fear, not wanting to look at the creatures. Maybe it would be better if it all got over while she was dead. She prayed for the first time in her life- to let her die before those things got to her. But it was too late. Sharp claws pierced into her flesh, digging into her bleeding wound.

A desperate cry for help emerged from her chest, sounding like a weak moan. No one was there to help her. She was going to be eaten alive, she thought, panicking. Her eyes remained closed as many more of those claws dug into her hands and legs, breaking her fall with their grip. She welcomed the drowsiness that was fast overcoming her senses, like someone in pain asking for drugs.