Taste my flesh; BLOOD.

A forgery carefully weaved to shatter human bonds, blurring the line between fantasy and reality.There was no wind, no rain, and no reason. Only regret. Using Black Battler from canon Ougon Musou Kyoku CROSS.

[kuroki-battler]

dctruire

— Looks like her body will admit defeat before her heart does.. it’s going to be fun.. seeing her like this.. it gave him thrills. 

There was no grace, nor beauty in killing her senselessly; not while there was still craft to be made, blood to be accounted for, and wonderful spectacles to unfold. 

Truly, without him coming into existence, Life would’ve crawled to a painfully dreary crawl; killing hundreds upon hundreds that were not even worthy of becoming one with the many, where was the fun in that? 

At least here, within this mansion, he had sanctuary, finding a beauty like this girl trapped in a basement assured that he has encountered the truly gifted, and he intended to drag out every last remnant of humanity in her, until she was preserved and broken.

"From today on, you are my possession. Your heart, your body, everything.. hihihih!"

[kuroki-battler]

"I. . . don't exist. . ?" He retracted his hand from her neck slowly, deliberately, and even though he was about to end her suffering; he took great care in ensuring that TERROR was the last thing this girl ever experienced. He managed a long, agonized sigh as these next moments happened so fast, almost frighteningly so. . . bringing not only excruciating pain, but not allowing her to fucking die in the process, ( instantaneously stabbing of a knife. . . )

Each stab homing in on a specific target, both her arms were pierced in various sectors, her abdomen too suffered damage, all the while skewering her against the wall, shoulders; everything was soon impaled, aside from her heart, head, or throat. Not only leaving her pathetic and immobile, but drive her utterly fucking insane. . . luckily, this asshole went easy on the vocal cords, and eyes, choosing against shutting both down.

A scream, muffled. Vision, darkened. Surrounded in a world of darkness, and silence, all he would do was lend her his ear, in her final hour.

"If I do not exist. . . you shouldn't feel any pain, right?" He spoke, his right hand coming upward, carefully he put it against the tender skin of the throat, before in a painfully slow manner, dragging it across her neck, just barely not going deep enough to sever the jugular, "Since I don't exist, I will continuously run my blade through; with one cut, I will keep you alive, striving on your blood to survive, leaving you weak, only draining you of enough blood to survive; allowing you to live in agonizing pain choking on your own blood as you die, until you're pouring yourself on the floor in a brilliant hemorrhaging, presenting, your death, however," he whispered, the knife he had been using slowly burrowed itself deep inside her palm, "Meaning exists for creatures that cannot exist without it." He said it as-a-matter-of-factly, nothing in the world could have made more sense.

[kakeracat-blog]

kuroki-battler

“Don’t get such a big head. The only reason I pulled you from that boring looping story was because I was b-o-r-e-d.” The reason for doing everything she does, but to bring someone with such a dark aura around was extreme, even for a spectator the vowed to stay natural for the remainder of each passing game she’d partake in.  Buuut~ who was watching this little interaction between the two~? “Alright, so here’s the deal. You become my piece that I throw into countless universes, and in return you’ll be under my perfect, certain protection!”

The man born of pure dark intent was over looked, in her eyes the dark glow was nothing more than a flickering shadow in the light of her greatness. But, if anything like the original he too would be able to create a miracle that would distract her from her illness.

[kuroki-battler]

"You're such a foolish witch, Lambda. . ." Hushed tone carried with it an assertive dye, "Does the Witch of Certainty have no more pieces for her game? Hah, I will entertain you. . . Don't misunderstand; there is no element of self-preservation, if I desire you to die, you will die. Death is inseparable from the other symptoms of time."

Addressing her with the hostility she so deserved, more than willing to take the head of this witch for her words. . . Ah, how wondrous it would be if he'd cut and tore, pulled everything out of her, chopped it up, stitched it back together all wrong, and put it in backwards. What kind of face would she make then, with the sound of her voice that was discernible from the cries of agony that often played him a melody.

"You brought me here, could it be that you want me to kill you?"

[kuroki-battler]

Piece by piece, memory by beautiful memory, they would be dyed black and ripped from her; one by one, until nothing left of her personality remained, and he could reshape her broken mind, in a way that better served his cruel desires… It must be fate to lie in the arms of a killer in order to find relief, to have substance to bring about closure. Her broken heart melting into the fissures of one that is cracking, perhaps to mend about each other, or to destroy each other.

“Upon first glance I confess I’ve desired to witness you writhe in all you are; your suffering appeased my mind, and my black heart does ache for your sweetest of cries. But I’ve come to see not all is what it seems… I’m intrigued by the picture you’ve painted, my eyes no longer lost in a gleam of Hell, but rather the horror that is your light…”

Words tempting as the sensation of his teeth to her neck, “Tell me…” wishing for nothing more than to see her pained face, but having a killer do nothing, was a first. Like a rush of euphoria that makes him wish to breathe the words:

“How is it, you’ve made me desire this?”

[kuroki-battler]

She’s lost—smothering the thought down before even a syllable of his deceit was revealed, and he opted to display the faint intrigue as to what could possibly interest this girl into seeking him out for guidance. Still the youngling she was, the decision to gain the favor of this terrifying man doesn’t seem to be worth staking everything on, does it?

And how those eyes watched her with twisted pleasure to what was before him now. This madness was now introduced to a whole new realm that he could never truly find placing in, other than being the theory, the killer, and the sacrifice for the ones he once tormented.

“You’re lost, eh?” That voice, his voice, Those single words bled from his mind in the twist of a demonic tongue once his cloth was grabbed,

“Then, why don’t you be a good girl and come along with me. You’re not afraid… are you?”

[mischievisms-deactivated2016091]

   “ —  mister knows where to go? ”

          she is fair:  warm gold halos her head, skin pale as the streetlights and moonbeams kissed it, so gentle is she. glistening reds gaze up at him, watery and glossy, revealing her very reason for approaching him. FEAR. the unfamiliar world is too cold , too big , &  t o o  unforgiving. seemingly, he had become another victim of apathy , or , perhaps he jests at her.  amusing to tease the blonde, to play with such a tiny thing. & yet, she is gripping the fabric harder;a memory of periodical ignorance seizes her, coldness clutching her heart with grinning malice.

      she looks like a doll, with porcelain skin CRACK-ABLE and fragile, ready to become useless in mere moments of a slip & fall. her trust in him wavers, but has she a choice? there is no one to reach out for but the devil. yet if MORE is obtained through his demonic deeds, has she lost?  furthermore —  wasn’t she a good girl?

    “ i’m not afraid. i just don’t want to be all  a l o n e . ”

[kuroki-battler]

"Very well. I'll look after you. . .

A child-woman, born to love and to be loved by others in return - and oh so easy to break. To have her perceive anyone, or anything he desires, that is what he wanted — mentally taking apart something was rather enjoyable.

Even then, he thinks that she looks even younger and more vulnerable, and if he only had the smallest ounce of affection inside him, he'd pause and consider that she's trembling - and, maybe, he'd learn that her, though anticipating her actions, she is scared.

Well, a doll that is simply pretty and doesn't disobey is better than a walking, moving creature of flesh and blood. It wouldn't defy you, would it? But she wouldn't. With the words she spoke, everything had changed. He'd merged her petite form against him and looked into what lurked beneath that calm, shy demeanor, and saw her dormant potential ( of what he can turn her into ). Maybe she herself knew what he was to bring about, knew what he was, and that was why she approached him without a care.

"It feels nice now, doesn't it? Knowing that you aren't alone anymore."

[kuroki-battler]

Hello Black, Battler-mun,

Throughout the past few months we have gotten various reports regarding your behavior in several areas. These reports have ranged from harassment, to plagiarism, to causing drama on the dash, to general rudeness and lack of consideration towards others. It takes us a while to process one report, but in this case we’ve had so many spread out from a number of different people that we’ve had to work through the process multiple times. That being said, no individual warnings will be issued in this case, as they’ve all been rolled into one decision and you have had your behavior pointed out to you by your fellow members enough times to correct.

The content and proof in these reports, as with the continuous nature of them without any cessation in sight has lead to no hasty decision. From this point onward your characters will be removed from our masterlist, and you are banned from reapplying.

We hope that this is a learning experience for you and in the future you will be more considerate to those around you.

Alright, I have to draw a line somewhere. I really, really hate doing this but, this is getting fucking ridiculous.

First off, horrible lie, citta mods. You have to provide PROOF and consider the relevance of whats a lie and whats not, and put things into consideration within your own mind and that every action and reaction creates possible gaps in time where you can actually prove something. It's stupid to claim that I've harassed, plagiarized, caused drama ON THE DASH, or was even rude to ANYBODY when all you have to do is go through my posts, and get the evidence yourself rather than claim that people have been reporting me for months? Really? How is that possible when I haven't had any negative run-ins with anybody since that little Dustin/Nica fiasco? 

If you feel that your falsified evidence can easily be second guessed or disregarded, but you feel that it's the only way to get your point across then bring it to me and I'm sure I'll enjoy looking it over. 

[Reference from your Post: These reports have ranged from harassment, to plagiarism, to causing drama on the dash, to general rudeness and lack of consideration towards others.]

Exactly who have I harassed? What have I stolen? What drama have I caused on the dashboard? Or even better, who am I generally rude to? 

Literally NO ONE. All you're doing is playing favorites just so those liars could have their way. Do you know why you've never provided me with little to no proof of any of this? Because there is none. 

And if this is your reasoning, your legitimate reasoning; then you have no right to call yourselves a mod because this has gotten far too ridiculous for me to continue.

[mischievisms-deactivated2016091]

@kuroki-battler​

      oh, how quickly this world DEVELOPS. she’s seen it twist, turn, & transform into unfamiliarity before, leaving those who could not adapt & keep up in the dust. already, already she had seen it happen once. and now, again. skyscrapers reaching a height she could not, rainbow lights that hurt when her gaze focused on it for too long, she realized she was frightened. the people in white– scientists, they called themselves, had flooded her with information. she wished she could recall one, recall ANY. unfamiliar street names & foreign imagery aroused discomfort, wishing again for  r e l i a n c e . 

      when learning, birds attempt so on fair height. this, however, was a deep drop, almost a promise to plummet. she is still a baby bird, & without assistance, she’d only fall. 

     she breathes in the air, not even wincing with each intake of frozen breath. sharp red cheeks and nose are colored against the paleness of her skin, lips parting shakily as a hand reached out to grab onto stranger’s coat.

   “ i think i’m lost——.”

[kuroki-battler]

She's lost—smothering the thought down before even a syllable of his deceit was revealed, and he opted to display the faint intrigue as to what could possibly interest this girl into seeking him out for guidance. Still the youngling she was, the decision to gain the favor of this terrifying man doesn't seem to be worth staking everything on, does it?

And how those eyes watched her with twisted pleasure to what was before him now. This madness was now introduced to a whole new realm that he could never truly find placing in, other than being the theory, the killer, and the sacrifice for the ones he once tormented.

"You're lost, eh?" That voice, his voice, Those single words bled from his mind in the twist of a demonic tongue once his cloth was grabbed,

"Then, why don't you be a good girl and come along with me. You're not afraid. . . are you?"

[kuroki-battler]

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

"Oi, what made you think it was magic?”

"Clearly you were acting out of your own desires."

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

[respectingfear]

indiemitchell:

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[kuroki-battler]

". . .It's only natural, since you've held my attention from other matters."

"More or less, isn't it working?"

[preciousdollie]

@kuroki-battler:

“Do you always walk around in a suit?”

“The ball’s been over for weeks, you know.”

[kuroki-battler]

"That may be so, but aren't I required to always look my best?"

"It would be foolish of me to disappoint."

[kuroki-battler]

@ryuugurena

— Survey Black Battler through hundreds of thousands of different spectrums, use the brightest of AI to calculate the possibility of what was to come next, and you would still fall a hundred words short of being able to relay this to your precious mind. 'Ushiromiya Battler', didn't do jackshit.

Change of scenery, ferocious and unyielding, burning through and dismantling all around them; a terrifying, and precise game board, befitting of only the most terrifying and precise pieces. In what fraction of a second, do you think it takes to blink? The softest flutter of lids, that simple reflex would've been far too slow to even register what Hell this man had unleashed. Ushiromiya Battler wasn't there anymore, he was long gone. Impossible magic meet immovable object — immovable object, have a nice flight.

No freedom, now that's fitting.

The skies blacken, the Sun smothered in crimson and no longer projecting warmth, only darkness and cold, an overwhelming absence of Life had become apparent; the projections of a scarred mind would assault the girl, challenging her mental endurance as much as he had his own physical, but going beyond.

Even chains of black were thrown into existence, from no particular point of origin, and constricted around her; from all angles, limbs and vital organs alike but Death would be sorely absent from this horror, unlike the Pain. Restraint, metaphors for Battler's constricting Illusion. They held no real authority. 

"I said I was curious," He continued, "but I never said as to what, did I?" An outstretched hand, a distance completely subtracted from a theoretical meta-world, to clasp tightly around the esophagus of Rena's throat and tighten, considerably.

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[mxgpoid-blog]

“This place has very good sweets!” She exclaimed to a nearby person, her plate filled to the brim with cakes and candies. She didn’t know much of nutritional value or what they were supposed to do; she only picked up things that appealed to her, sweets in this case.

@kuroki-battler

[kuroki-battler]

"Sweets, eh?" He always assumed sweets were meant for overactive pre-teens who never could get enough glutton, but, there was a first time for everything after all. Whoever she was, she apparently had no concept of restraint; something that even he, admittedly, overlooked from time to time.

"Aaah-ah, I'm glad you came along. . . aside from those cakes, I think you look sweet enough."

[kuroki-battler]

"You mean like taking you to a place were I can whittle you down, force you to endure sublime humiliation, then making you scream your secrets to the Stars? Hah, guess I'll teach you this. . ."

[kuroki-battler]

"Much better to hear the truth now than waiting until your 'quarter' of life deludes into failure, sucking up to shitty parents, getting an education you don't need, so you can't work somewhere that doesn't make a difference, so you can support the family that doesn't want you, and fail-to-please the husband you won't have; all so you can be called a terrible, neglectful daughter - might as well just do yourself a favor and end it right now. . . or should I steal away the purity thats most precious to you, first? I wonder what kind of face you'll make then. . ."