Iskra
Let it go, just let it be, you be you, and I'll be me
Still breathing hard and ragged, Iskra looked up in time to see his mother, his real mother, break through the shell of death to apologize. It wasn't meant for him, but he heard it all the same, and he crumpled beneath the weight of everything it meant. She wasn't just sorry for this, something more beyond her control than ever before - no, Iskra was certain, she was sorry for all of it.
"I forgive you," he choked out the strangled whisper as tear-stained eyes witnessed her flaming retreat, in both a physical and spiritual sense. He lost his mother again, and instead the monster imitating her, the one drug up by Kisamoa, stood and crafted electric beings. Iskra shook, a quiet rage building up that Kaos had done this. As if the hell that was his realm wasn't enough to endure, he had to pick apart their old wounds, tease them with a false promise of reunion that he befouled. Iskra had lost his mother once already, must he truly lose her twice? Must he actually fight with her again?
Gods, what deed had he committed to deserve such punishment?
Ampere rushed him, and Iskra scrambled back, a loud cry squeaking from his throat as he was subjugated to her undeserved wrath once more. This time though, while every fibre of his being felt beaten to a pulp (every little bit of physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual aspect of Iskra was blended into mush), Iskra also knew that this wasn't here. This wasn't just a shell of his mother, one she filled with alcohol and regret, this was literally her ghost. However real or true it seemed, he had just glimpsed her honest self, and he wouldn't let himself be fooled by anything less anymore. So Iskra had something to hold onto, a rope entwined with truth and righteous hatred for Kaos' creations.
Iskra was pissed.
As Ampere bore down upon him he retreated, and he was till mid-ugly cry about all of it, but he also heeded Melita's prior advice and fought back. Maybe he was inexperienced, but he was ruthless. Heat blasted from his wings towards his mother, trying to offset her balance, her approach, while simultaneously sending his Warhammer towards her. The great, sparking, gavel of Iskra's justice swung hard at Ampere's front legs. Unsettle her - that was his plan - so that she'd be forced to crash into him and he'd be waiting, Gaucho's teeth already bared and ready to bite sense into his lover's being, however much blood that required.
What Iskra hadn't prepared himself for was Ampere's quiet magical attack. That she was literally attempting to stab him in the back was all too perfect symbology of their living relationship, though he'd admire those aspects at another time. For now he had only Castiel's bugle of warning, and the gangly bulk of Squishy trying to mount him, the lumbering golem doing his best to protect the little brother that he'd been promised to serve. His mother's knife dashed a red score across his side, but was interrupted from delving too deep as a rocky hand swept it to the side.
Holding onto something we don't need
All this delusion in our heads
Is gonna bring us to our knees
Scint River
