Judgement

The light has dimmed --; There is no escape, no hope; continuous inner turmoil. Only darkness, despair and madness remain. ˙˙˙ɥɔnɯ os ˙˙˙sʇɹnɥ ʇı --ǝǝs ʇ,uɐɔ ı 'pǝɹɐɔs ɯ,ı [ oc indie account: tracks ironische rache (with a space!) ]

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                              { i’m a nightmare, a disaster }

                    that’s what they always say;

                                            i’m a LOST CAUSE

                                 not a hero.

[blazingchariot]

Helios smirks, now grasping her hand tightly. The Sun Titan then embraces the girl, arms wrapping around her body. In a flash, the two disappear from plain sight. When their feet touch the ground again, they are located outside of the city.  He unwraps himself from her petite figure, and takes a step back and takes to the air, reclining in his position.

He sniffs lightly, with his arms crossed, eying her expectantly.

"So."

"… your origins, how did you come to be? You best answer my questions, lest you want to be unmoving, and left in some alley way."

[ironische-rache]

Annoying. He was like a fly buzzing around her head. She bites down on her lip, as she leans against one of the trees. Why should she disclose this to this man, of all people?

"Shouldn't you know the answer to this?"

"Why should I tell you if you already know the details of my death? Why do you need to know every nook and cranny of my life story, of all things? " She demands, as she looks down at her crossed arms. Clearly she is uncomfortable and this man is not making her feel any better about herself. She wasn't entirely sure of all the details, it was such a blur to her.

It's likely she'd probably remember if she was brought back to that point in her life, but she chooses not to remember. She has a role she must play out;  she must crush the low and disgusting pigs that move about this world freely. All she desires is loyalty and someone who is sincere and trustful. If she could have her faith restored, she would have lowered her blade long ago.

"To summarize: I was pushed, off a roof. I died. Splat." Her tongue clicks against her teeth, "I wallowed in pain and regret, when I came to and watched my body writhe uncontrollably." She looks away, not wanting to look at him, " And then, they came. They asked if I wanted to get revenge and I accepted, without hesitation. I was given a second chance, technically. They warned me if this happens again, I will wander within limbo for all eternity. My body will become reduced to what it once was."

She snorts, now looking up at him with a grin.

"Happy now?"

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The children of the false city.  They play the role of mourners. These dress-up dolls fake cry in order to liven up the funeral procession.  

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[ironische-rache]

                        you can break my soul,                         take my life away,                         beat me,                         Torture me,                         hurt me,                         kill me.                                               but for the love of god                                                          don’t touch them.

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Stains upon stains of blood, not one belonging to her, faded into the dull gray fabric of her frilled, laced dress. Tonight was no exception. Blood drips down her fingers, sliding down the severe arm. May the dead rest in peace. Deep in a dumpster, waiting to be found the next morning.

Black fangs sinks into the broken arm, digging through the skin until it peeled right off. She was not alone during her little memorial for a fallen kin. The presence of a female tainted the foul air that always shrouds her. Tilting her head, she looks at the stranger. Not once saying a word.  A cadaverous finger presses against cracked  lips, sanguine liquid drizzling down her chin. A small hush before tossing the limbs towards the stranger. 

[ironische-rache]

Iron. This place stunk of iron. Her face scrunches up, while a frown mars her features. It appears someone has been causing a stir here, without her! She would have loved to get caught up in the fun, the thrill to kill. It would have helped quenched her desires. As she roams the area, she finds the origin of the source.

Instinctively, when the limb is thrown toward her, she conjures her blade, and slices through it, causing for blood to splatter everywhere. The limb (now in half) falls to her feet. She takes a step forward, curved in an o shape. So she was the cause, huh? Instead of questioning why she killed the person in her arms, she can only remark.

"––So you're the reason why this place smells so foul?"

A eyebrow raises, as she stares at her behind her mask. She keeps her distance, merely a good feet away. "Where is the rest of the body?"

[blazingchariot]

He says nothing when she swats his hand away, merely lowering it to his side. She was a smart one, just as Apollo told him about. He just wanted to have some fun! Being cooped up back in Olympus was boring, and the younger Sun God got all the fun. Why couldn’t he be a little selfish for once? He wanted to discuss a matter entirely based on her, after all. The Moirai have only told him bits and pieces, and he was rather interested.

How she came to be who she is now.

"It has to do with you, after all. I wouldn’t want any prying ears to hear, you know! Especially with personal affairs. I doubt you’d want strangers to hear about your little scuffle, hm? So perhaps go along, where we can talk privately.”

He offers her his hand, the smile still present on his features.

"Come, I only have so much time here.”

[ironische-rache]

"––Tch."

She frowns now, brown eyes flashing a shade of red briefly. Such a insolent man! She honestly wanted to rip off his head, so he would cease talking. She growls lightly now, eyes glancing around her, and they return back to him. Her hand reluctantly raises to touch his, and she looks down, pouting.

Why spill her secret now? She figured that the Gods knew what happened to her. They were able to look into everyone's lives after all! At least, that is what she thought they did. Surely they had more pressing matters to attend to, right? She sighs now, rolling her eyes.

"Fine, it better be fifty feet away from here."

[blazingchariot]

"I will not repeat myself. I know who you are, because of a certain little Sun God.”

He then grasps onto her strands of hair, twirling it in his fingers. His eyes are downcast as he stares into her glaring eyes. She appeared to be a formidable foe; a certain eeriness can be seen from the smile she wears. He wonders how long this facade will keep up. If she truly was Kamen Sadist, then perhaps she could show him a bit of her power? 

Surely Apollo wouldn’t mind him playing with the girl he’s been crushing on for quite some time. He wasn’t even sure if he was in love with her, perhaps infatuated was a better word? The male begins to chuckle at her snide comment, lips tight now curled into a grin.

"Me, funny looking? Well I suppose that is true." His expression remains the same, while he wears an ambiguously smile, " I have some questions for you. Perhaps, we can discuss them privately…."

[ironische-rache]

"Sun G––.....oh."

It appears he was talking about Apollo; he was the only one she knew as the 'Sun God' anyway. She doesn't flinch when he touches her hair, but merely continues to glare at the blond. She supposed he didn't know the concept of personal space. She shortly sways his hand away, with an unamused look on her face.

"Don't touch me, you have no right to."

Her ears perk up to his statement, and she looks away; Marissa crosses her arms across her chest. She acts defiantly, turning away from him. No way, even if he knows Apollo did not mean she would go along with his little scheme. She knew better to trust people she just met.

"No. Can we not just discuss matters here?"

[ironische-rache]

                                     αη∂ ι’∂ ¢нσσѕє уσυ;

               ＩＮ Ａ ＨＵＮＤＲＥＤ ＬＩＦＥＴＩＭＥＳ，

                    ｉｎ ａ ｈｕｎｄｒｅｄ ｗｏｒｌｄｓ，

                                 ɨn Ⱥnɏ vɇɍsɨøn øf ɍɇȺłɨŧɏ,

                      ι’∂ ƒιη∂ уσυ and ＩĐ ⅭᎻՕՕՏᎬ уσυ.