Iestyn's head swam and he was white as a sheet, staring in horror at his sister's blood-smeared mouth. He felt like he was floating outside of his body, only hearing a vague echo of what Lucifer was saying to him through the shock. He did not understand at all, and swayed slightly where he sat, not even looking at Lucifer in acknowledgement.
Aderyn was going to die, and it was going to be slow, and awful, and he'd have to watch.