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❛ ‘depending upon one another's hearts, ye had still hoped that VIRTUE were not all a dream! now are ye undeceived! EVIL is the nature of mankind. EVIL must be your only happiness. welcome, again, my children, to the communion of your race!’ ❜
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❛ HOW PATHETIC, you are worthless and nothing. I’d rather my dogs devour something so weak. my dogs devour something so weak. ❜
❛ yes, mother. reminder well-noted. ❜
there is no hint of sarcasm belies his tone, genuine words of appreciation leaving from maw of the submissive pup. mother's word is law.
❛ it's not wise for the weak to wander into these depths. ❜
it's a tone resounding, premoniscent, a bold foreshadowing of Hell to pay in direction of trespassers stepping unwanted foot upon pos- sessed soil. would he be the one dishing pun- ishment? that's uncertain-- but wouldn't he love to!!
the sickening cries of the daring crushed ben- eath their own boastful ways are what fuel a warmonger HOUND.
dear gOD THAT’S HOT.jpg
⊰ einstuurzen ⊱
"Tʜᴀᴛ’s ʀɪɢʜᴛ! Tᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴅᴇᴀʀ…” six-fingered hands hold a child close, closer than she should be.
“ —Gᴜᴇss I ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ”Kɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇsᴛ—
“Sᴏᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴇᴛ!” the mother places a finger on her child’s lips, "—Sʜʜ, ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ, ᴘᴇᴛ, Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ʙᴇsᴛ.”
don't ever ask to leave the underground again. for she loves him the most--don't forget it, he'll regret it;
❛ right, right. mother knows best. ❜
⊰ einstuurzen ⊱
"Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ? Wʜʏ, Gɪᴏᴠᴀɴɴɪ—
"Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀs ғʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ ᴀs ᴀ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ “Sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴀᴘʟɪɴɢ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ sᴘʀᴏᴜᴛ “Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴇ sᴛᴀʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ?”
ah, shit, shit. she asks a question he does not know the answer to; he answers right, he answers wrong, he will be reprimanded.
❛ yes--just for a day or so-- because we--belong down here. ❜
"You got what you wanted." B)
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bones creak, ancient and worn, mind devoid of mem-ories once so prized as they faded from sight of the blind. he is a monster, born and raised, created for destruction and destroyed for chaos. the way in which he moves is the gait of a hellhound, each step poun-ding violently through the infamous deep levels of the hell in which he resides—he thrives.
his realm of nightmares in which he reigns, it swallows the naive whole, drags down those who once lived their early lives within its monstrous maw back into the depths until he, Commander, Controller, King, holds all who dared defy the small child he once was between spindly fingertips and jagged teeth.
the sound of steel snapping beneath his touch is an addi-ctive one, one that darts hypercharged adrenaline through the modified titanium lining his own bones, one that has a sneered cackle echoing within solid walls of the labra-tory to shatter eardrums within range. all his life, all hislife!! he’s wanting his superior under his thumb, broken and beaten the way he deserved to be for tearing he and Lily apart.
❛ i did, didn’t i—? ❜
everything… and more.
Does that collar weigh heavy, artificial dog?
silent is he in the face of unfamiliar opposition; cra-nium cocks (sharper a sound of spine cracking, cau-stic, melting away steel of pistols) as blind eyes widen, narrow, widen again. the way in which lips spread across features like Cheshire, silent, creeping, masking the silk of jeering laughter that threatens to spill forth. at last, he speaks, unbridled (manic) joy latent within the snarls of a rabid hound.
❛ heavier than any insult you could ever toss my way. please, try a little harder, filthy cur. ❜
for the hounds—they are territorial, they are hostile,and the slightest provocation can stir boiling bloodfor a searing bath.
⊰ mubouna ⊱
”My hair looks better than yours.”
That’s all that matters to him, really. He’s got vibrant color and impressive accents, such as his sideburns and his tattoos, while his companion with the bowl cut clearly doesn’t have the same.
❛ ah, ah--how long have you been waiting to use that one, mm, stranger-kun? sounds like some- thing a kindergartener just might be proud of--!! ❜
accentuation, ostentation, 'tis all signs of those so desiring of unwarranted attention in the eyes of someone as carefully trimmed as himself. he is manufactured to be the best of the best, after all; in blind eyes, he is superior to any opp- osing being, be they human or otherwise.
silence is fractured abruptly, soundwaves eager to lap at the chilled stagnance that encompasses the deepest levels (the screaming! the screaming, it brings chills to his spine and a smile to his lips, the complex of a raised sadist delighting in each delicious splatter of fresh oxygenated blood as it stains pristine suit). the stain of vibrant hues along nasal passages is far more addicting than any petrichor could ever be; his mind twists, reels at it, scent addicting, intoxicating, brings a muffled laughter between teeth of heated titanium manufactured to tear steel from faux spines under his control.
jagged fingers sink through flesh like daggers, slicing and shredding viscera until mixture of blood and acid sear at talons, threaten to render claws born of destr- uction none but bone. he wishes to shred, to falsify the realities that attempt to suffocate him (where his head gets clearer, his mind gets foggier, memories fail him and an ingrained desire to torment replaces everything he has ever known).
laughter is brief, abrupt, silenced with a fervor with another wet tear of skin from bone and organ from surr- ounding gore. he thrives on the carnage, a monster of the underground brought into existence by a woman who would be God--all for the sake of taking out his nightm- arish animosity upon those defying him.
there is no reason he do this to opposing; it's mere cra- ving, a burning lingering upon tip of tongue and twisting heat in his stomach that makes the chilled steel of spine tingle in anticipation. there is no sight like that of life lea- ving dulling eyes, even to he lacking in sight.
❛ wuff. ❜
it’s a dog-eat-dog world and i’ve got bigger teeth than you
⊰ cerberosis ⊱
——- ❝ C`mon man , don’t be sucha` fuckin` drag. ❞ An eerily euphoric grin peels along Gunji`s jawline , posture hunched forward like a scarecrow shaken loose from its pegs and left to hang - brazenly gliding his tongue along those claws welded with dried crimson , keeping a pair of chilled blue eyes focused and set on a pair of reflecting shades. ❝ Ya` in a hurry or somethin` ? ❞
though expression remains plastered a faux friendly one, irises distort with an icy rage that opposes the boiling hatred that lurks beneath surface, laced with blood racing in veins. he can feel the steel in his back lurching, creaking, itching for a fight (but he can't lose his composure, no, for he is no Heine--he is stronger).
words flow freely, masqued with a particular sense of friendliness veiling intent of UNBRIDLED MALICE. (tear him apart, tear him apart! he's breathing your air.)
❛ yes, actually. do me a favor. don't slow me down. ❜
