Tableau

As his gaze fell upon the bed, he held back a gasp. No matter how long it had been he was still not used to seeing these sights. 

A tableau of a family lay before him. At first glance, it was as though they had just curled up and fallen asleep never to wake up. Looking for that second more made the single wound to each of their temples stand out starkly. Each painted a clear picture of what had happened. 

The father, the only one with blood seeped into his pillow colouring his white sheets and shirt ruby, a large kitchen knife loosely in his hand. His family was spotlessly cleaned as if they had been killed elsewhere and posed on the bed. The saree of the mother unable to hide her blackened arm cradled around her child, multiple small bites decorating her arm like henna. The daughter, no longer human, face contorted, limbs twisted, cocooned in the safety of her mother and father dressed in her best white dress. A blanket of death had brought peace to their pallid faces. 

Ornias stepped back into the hall, closing the door as he exited. Pulling a marker out of his bag, he marked the door with the flowing symbol of Elune. He left a blessing before crossing the hall and falling into the bed of the little girl. As the acid rain pelted the pock-marked walls and window, Ornias fell asleep to the patter on the window sill and his own wracking sobs.