Such an immense, unholy sound caused Ji-Woon to jump in surprise. Unfortunately, it did not see that the Red Pyramid had any interest in doing his bidding, perhaps even taking offense that he would even ask at all. It was a terrible shock to feel that filthy barbed wiring dig into his legs, and then an overwhelming one. He cried in pain as it wound up his body, marring it and his clothing in such an agonizing fashion. Any struggle he made only served to cut deeper, hurt more. Did he mean to tear him apart? That was what he thought as the intimidating figure drew closer, touched him. Cries renewed as his limbs pulled even more taut.
His heart thrummed, chest painfully heaving into the razor wire over and over. He could not handle pain. Could not stand it! Least of all how he was marring his body like this. There was a request he still wanted yet to ask even though this, however. The request that had brought him to such desperation as to call upon the hateful Red God in the first place.
“Blight,” he cried pitifully. “I want you to kill the The Blight!”
━━━ beating pulse, hammering heavy against the thin barrier of the sinners chest. nearly taunting the executioner with the promise of a release. a break in the monotony of this shadow realm by finally delivering a deserving punishment.
that is all it is, a tease. red pyramid is well aware of this despite the inability to communicate it with the tension in his muscles & his desires to punish dominating every other thought that enters the edges of his mind. the fact that the sinner would simply survive even if torn apart beyond repair, and only to hear Her hissing reprimands in the back of his helm: this is enough to deter the executioner from tearing every limb from the trunk of the killers body.
surprise leaves red pyramid still as stone as the request is cried out, and without words there is only the wet release of steam against skin. intrigue, confusion - red pyramid has not taken an interest since SILENT HILL. to pursue relentlessly, to get inside where everything is exposed to him. mindlessly, the barbed wire climbs until it hooks into the scalp, slicing into flesh until the executioner floods the blood with torment, tearing into the fabric of HAK JI-WOON’s reality.
She is eerily silent as their consciousnesses meld, an explicitly regulated use of his position as the judge. never would he be allowed to taint the integrity of his service to Her by feeding on the mental torment of the blasphemers for his own purposes. that is Her right in this realm. Her servant here on the other hand... ji-woon, seems to not be a top priority of Hers.
here, in his consciousness, it almost appears like they are elevated in the middle of an endless stage. or the uneven wooden plank of the gallows, either way an invisible crowd is gathered to watch the show. one bright stage-light comes on with a mechanical thunk, the sound of a heavy lever. the white of the light is harsh, beating down in interrogation. occasionally, it flickers. underneath it, ji-woon. across, red pyramid.
standing silently in the darkness, meters from the edges of the light. though it is no secret the executioner is there, with the low growl of his heavy breathing. the drag of the great knife along the wood-like floors, circling.
if he wants a favor he will have to earn it, will have to sate the executioner’s urge to pick apart. yes, in here there are a few common faces. an endless well of emotions, too many memories. too many things to play with, too many to choose from.
first to step into the light before ji-woon is her, a petite woman in a restrictive pencil skirt that’s torn & bloodied. who she is to him does not matter to red pyramid, simply picks those with a potent resonance that will evoke a reaction from him. indeed potent is the sneer of disgust curling her lips & the rage lining the furrow of her strong brows as she gazes upon him.
