She had to have gone through a great deal to awaken him, to set him free, to let black blood flow through his veins as he in turn filled up his own skin once more. So long had he sat in the dark, waiting, waiting on and on with nothing but the ever growing black and his thoughts to keep him company. Were they his own thoughts even, or perhaps someone else’s, a person who he had once been and was no longer? Had that person ever been alive? Was he alive now?
The kishin towered over the witch, scarves of dead flesh reaching to touch her cheek. In less then a second he could crush her, break her skull and devour her soul as he had done to so many witches in the past, and why shouldn’t he? Surely she had not gone through all the trouble for his own good, no she wished to use him for something. There was no need to be grateful, everyone wanted to achieve their own ends, everyone had their own little schemes, little serpents slithering and crawling, salting the earth with their corruption. Death would seek to bring his flavor of order to reality, the witches would seek power and discovery, his kind would seek to undo it all, to assail the very foundations of reality until all things were undone.
Yet all the same Asura hesitated, hesitated to take what he so easily could. I would be a waste to kill her now. There was still too little he didn’t understand, too few things he was unaware of. This woman had unleashed him for a reason, she perhaps had answers, and her existence would at this moment be more useful then her soul. He would see through her flesh, her mind, her bones. All that she was would be his until there was nothing left.
“ You surprise me, witch. Your kind has long been known to crave destruction, but t has always been for a purpose. You don’t strike me as one who serves chaos and madness for it’s own sake.”
He paused for a moment, his face quickly closing the distance between himself and her, the scarves that covered his face a mere inch from her own.
“ Do you think I will spare you and your kind for this gesture? You don’t appear to be that naïve.”
{ 🐍 } even as the kishin towered over her and tried to intimidate her, medusa’s grin never faded for even a brief moment. whether she died or lived at this point meant nothing to her. she had accomplished what she had set out to achieve. the embodiment of madness and fear stood before her in all his glory, and that was all she needed.
tilting her head up to look at the person... no, the creature before her, she just gave a small, derisive laugh before speaking.
❝ surely someone like you, who has been living in seclusion for so long, must be familiar with the concept of boredom. you’d be surprised what lengths one is willing to go to in order to get some entertainment these days. ❞
at the mention of sparing ‘her and her kind’, she just gives a nonchalant shrug.
❝ what you do with me and ‘my kind’ is of no concern to me at this point. devour us all, if it brings you some fleeting enjoyment. all that i ask is that you make sure everyone spends their last living moments in pure, unending madness. ❞
❝ i don’t think that’s too much to ask, do you~? ❞
