“am i incorrect, in your eyes?” shoulders shake as he lets out pathetic laughter, “don’t you think pain is grounding~?”
giggling continues, before he shows tier a hand — caked with dried blood — only for it to launch into his chest. reaching around, reaching around — before he finds it, the heart that beats.
“i’m a walking m-miracle, you know,” voice strained from more pain, “the gods love me, and from that, they took death away from me.”
CRUELTY BLED THROUGH HIM, A HAUNTED DOLL PERSONIFIED. She stands unmoved, unrelenting to the act of decay and death. He had broken bone, torn flesh --- All for a show, for a stranger he does not know. [ tier was simply a spirit with a bite of a shark. ] Her green eyes watch in a sense of pity as he bleeds for the proof of his God . . .
Recalling when her own former God had betrayed her, damned her. She maintains her cool head even as the gore runs down their palm. ❝ It is obvious you are not human. ❞ She began. ❝ But you have lost yourself in the pain of immortality. What a shame. ❞














