The creature was vaporized, and Robert fell to the ground limply. It was a most inglorious way to die, choked to death by a demon. Robert was sure he could feel the trachea crushing beneath the weight, and maybe his neck had snapped, too. He didn't know. There was no "knowing" when one was dead, there simply was nothing. The last thing his eyes saw was Loki next to Rosalind trying to wake her, and then black.
Rosalind herself had suffered a severe blow to the head that the face pats from Loki went unnoticed at first. She was vaguely aware of the sounds around her, the screech of something unnatural, and then the sound of an explosion. It was all like a dream, and at times it felt like an out-of-body experience because she eventually could feel the touch of Loki's hand on her face, but she could not will her eyes to open.
She groaned when the smell of sulfur reached her nose, and it would be a few more moments before her eyes fluttered open. She looked up to see Loki, but was still too weak to say anything.