Moments earlier, before horn sliced young flesh and drew forth his very life in red streams, Cera had been desperate to live. He wanted to return to his beloved daddy. He wanted to adventure with Mystique again. See Toto again. Bond with his beloved companion. Such simple shirt term desires, but he had wanted to live. It had moved his body, away from a killing blow. Now, he would do anything to die. Never before had he encountered poison. This pain was so different from scraped knees and sore wings. It burned his consciousness away, forced him into spasms almost like seizures. Agonized cries escaped his throat, strained and desperate. Everything was blurry and it felt as if everything he touched was burning him. Tears slipped down his cheeks without his knowledge, crying out like a bleating lamb. 

He didn't know when he was picked up, but he had no more energy to fight. Even if it had been the monster spiriting him away Cera would have been helpless to stop it. But the wings that he felt told him somewhere in his delirious state that it was his father. Every footfall jarred him, and both father and son were struggling through their own battles. Cera couldn't help but let out broken sobs and cries of pain. Spasms came and went, leaving him draped limp and lifeless over his fathers back. Colors swayed, shapes melted. Nightmares and horrors flashed through his mind as he hallucinated. Screaming weakly as he tried to escape them, panicking further when he couldn't move or make them go away. Breaths came too fast, blood staining not only his chest but his father's flanks as well. Angel wings were tainted as well, a gruesome tale spelt out on the feathers. 

Then, the sensation of falling. It wasn't true but he was helpless, caught in the effects of the monsters poison. Sliding lifelessly off of Midas, crumpling on his side to the sand. Tiny hooves made scores in the sand as he spasmed, tears choking his throat. "Daddy...Daddy...N-No...st-stop! D-Daddy!" Rambling out in his hallucinations, voice hoarse from screaming. Whites of his eyes taking over the color in his terror. Distantly he heard his name, as if in a dream. Searching for his father in the haze of swirling colors and attacking monsters, unable to find him with the effects taking over. Praying to the Gods that they saved him from this, if they didn't he'd go mad. Where was his daddy? Why wasn't be saving him? Why did it have to hurt so, so bad? Half whimper half scream echoed weakly from his throat as he sobbed anew and spasmed again, muscles no longer under his control. Nothing was in his control anymore.