They came streaming out of a hole in the sky. Winged demons. He'd heard about them, read stories about them, but he'd never thought that he'd actually see them before him. He was terrified, but he looked over at Raven and when she smiled he straightened up and prepared to fight. He thought of something that he'd heard once and said it aloud. "The only time a man can be brave is when he's afraid." Garfield steeled himself then changed. First he was a ram, he knocked over the demons, one by one, Raven finishing them off with her magic. He changed again into a bull and did the same.
More of the demons came. "You've got to hit them in their chest." Raven called out. Garfield grunted and sped on. He knocked into them, making sure his horns hit their centres. The demons fell, broken to the ground, their circuits, wait what? "Yeah they're machines." Raven called out. Garfield nodded then kept going. There were more of them, and it didn't seem as though they would stop any time soon. More and more of them were spilling out trying desperately to hold him down, he kicked and scratched and bit, and eventually the demons pushed themselves back.
Pain came when the demons surged forward. Raven was lost amongst the crowd. He tried desperately to fight, but found that he couldn't more. His transformation went from ram to bull, to goat, to panther, to troll, to something else. But it didn't matter, the beasts were on him, pulling, clawing, chafing, and gods it hurt. There was too much pain. He heard Raven screaming, but he couldn't get to her. if she died because of him, he wouldn't be able to bear it. he roared and the beasts fell, some were down for good, others rose and continued the torture.
They kept going, tearing at him, gnawing at his body, breaking him down till he was nothing. Raven was screaming, but he couldn't reach her. He was human now. His hands were being ripped from him, his legs and feet were being destroyed. There was nothing he could do. "You have to feel strong!" he heard her voice, but how could he feel strong? He was tired, so very tired, perhaps this end would not be so bad. He could see his mother and father again, and tell them just how sorry he was. he felt a pressure on his head. Garfield wondered what that was, that wasn't normal.
He screamed as the pain intensified. Bellows, then pleas, then screams. It was all mixed in as the pressure on his head increased. He knew not what he was going to do, or how he was going to stop it. He just knew the pain would get worse, that there would be no ending to it. he felt a twist, a shake a movement, then he heard a rip. "Raven." He murmured, the sounds of screams echoed through his mind as his head was ripped from his body.