tw: blood, violence, self harm, kill bill scene re-enactment, a little bit of murder and rituals.
Damien stared at the cold stone floor beneath his knees before picking up a crisp white bowl, it looked to be made of some kind of white stone. He chuckled softly to himself, his eyes flickering up to the colourful window above him. "Father did you miss me?" he asked, a slow smirk spreading over his lips.
His bright blue vision flickered back down to his bowl, he picked up a bundle of herbs besides it, setting them alight. "non enim rivo puritas" he whispered, tossing the object into his bowl before he moved onto the next object, a large knife. He held it up to the light. "sanguis homicidium." he spoke, before bringing it down, slicing at his wrist. The bright red liquid spilled out of him and into the bowl, dousing the flame.
Footsteps, high heels, behind him. Click, clacking on that stone floor, a slow smirk spread over Damien's lips. "You shouldn't have come here Allison." he called out, picking up his blade and turning round to face the girl, his lips turned up in a sinister smile.
"You can't save any of them, they're all gone." the woman spoke, Damien laughed as he twirled the knife around his hand. "Oh you murdered them did you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he took a step towards the girl.
Allison stood, defiant, clearly not afraid or amused by the younger male in front of her. "They're gone are they?" he asked slowly.
She nodded her head. "Me and Amy took care of it..." she responded to him, pulling out a knife of her own. Damien's eyes widened at the object, the grip on his own knife tightening. Slightly muffled screams and noises of panic could be heard from the room opposite. "I think you talk too much smack you bitch." he said through gritted teeth before launching at her.
The world seemed to go in slow motion as the pair spared it out, knives were tucked towards each other, narrowly missing places. It was like a scene from Kill Bill until eventually, Damien caught her in a neck hold.
"D-Damien, please. No." she stammered out, but Damien paid no heed as he rose the knife towards her neck, resting it against her pale skin. "Do you know what this is?" he asked, pointing towards his bowl. Allison made a choked out gargling noise, he took it as a no. "The devil works in sixes." he whispered in her ear, giggling softly.
"est nomen meum Damien Thorne. Et utquid hoc puella tibi pater , satana, Lucifer, Deum nostrum." he added before he slashed her throat, the blood pooling outwards and into his bowl.
"From the eternal sea he rises, creating armies on either shore, turning man against brother, until man exists no more." he recited, shoving her dead body out of his way before ducking down, and rooting through her pockets, coming up with a bundle of keys which he hastily pocketed. "You've always been such a lying cunt." he exclaimed, shaking his head.
The church doors were stiff as he pushed, his eyes narrowing with recognition, nothing had changed. He walked with confidence, striding into the church, ignoring the blood that splattered the hard, old wooden floors, he disregarded the girl who was lying dead in the floor, blood pooling beneath her, a grin tearing cruelly at his lips as he listened to the calls of those who had been kidnapped from the next room, he stepped, tastefully into the pool of blood that surrounded Damien, "Why didn't you tell me about your plan?" his grin was crooked, his eyes sparkling, "I killed the other bitch. Isn't this what we always wanted? All the power."
He reached out, blood squelching beneath the soles of his shoes as he pulled the boy towards him, his lips pushing hard against Damien's, he grabbed his jaw, adding a little pressure as he bit down on his lip. Withdrawing his hand, he ignored the destruction at his feet, tracing a line on the other boys lips, his eyes intense and cool, "I hear you're quite a sinner, Damien Thorne."
