──ཐི ྐ( ᶠᶸᶜᵏ ᵧₒᵤ! )ཋྀ ྐ─•── Each touch: Each taste of flesh, of blood.. of Sigma's love drove Aluin deeper into madness. MORE. MORE. Sigma was always openly and willingly giving him everything he had to offer. His heart, his blood, his entire body and essence to feed on · ─ · ཀཀ, constantly testing the vampire's will to resist his hunger for blood... for life... FOR SIGMA'S EVERYTHING.... But it seems Sigma gave too much this time... pushed him too far.
The last thing the reality-shattering vampire remembers is that the extraordinary creation was entangled with his disgusting eldritch form... but before that... In the throes of intimacy, Aluin had his fangs in far too deep, purposefully marking Sigma as "HIS" out of passion. He remembers Sigma was fine after that, but the vampire realizes he must have lost control, having no other memories of the night...
Anxiety crashed in like a heavy hurricane wind; the impact shattered his heart like glass. Its shards pierced the deepest reaches of his being with pain and panic when shifting terrified eyes were unable to find Sigma beside him the next evening.
Floating from his coffin like an octopus swimming through the darkest pits of the ocean, he moved rapidly with eldritch grace to check the rest of his very own living corners, meekly calling out. ཀ❛❛ Sigma... Sigma... ❜❜ཀ Through broken tears dripping with the pain of his heart. In a last-ditch attempt, Aluin even childishly checked the closet.
However, there is far too much essence in his own being for just a simple feeding, and with each passing second, he begins to accept what he knows in his broken heart to be true. He consumed his beloved once again... and not out of bloodlust this time... but rather with his stupid, selfish desire to be loved... to feel loved... Aluin knew sex was dangerous; living seed is the only thing that can rival the temptation of BLOOD, likely leading him to consume Sigma's entire essence through his acts and touches of love...
His fucking father was right...
To love something (especially living) means to destroy it. His anger erupts like a volcano, temporarily drowning out pain, leading the vampire to lash out. He smashed his vanity with otherworldly appendages, sending makeup, nail polish, and other bottled beauty products crashing to the ground with demolished wood pieces. The wreckage echoes loudly across the hard floor. ཀ❛❛ FUCK .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ ❜❜ཀ
Winged-arms claw at his own misty flesh of face and at his hundreds of eyes. Grieving in shock for what he has done, the eldritch gravels to the ground, tentacles folding in on each other into an almost puddle of dark mist and ichor. Heavy, incomprehensible, loud cries that could rival those of a banshee fill the air with his screeches of pain for hurting Sigma.
Unchecked powers try to drag him down into darkness, hoping to consume himself with the void from self-hatred. However, the meaningless attempts are brought to a halt with a loud thud caused by a fist into the wall and a vicious scream of his name.
ཀ❛❛ ALUIN !! ❜❜ཀ Shouted from the venomous lips of his father. Arawn was clearly irritated by either the sounds he was making or the accidental ignoring of previous shouting to get his attention; regardless, Aluin didn't care.
Aluin's eyes stay closed, buried into the ground with the rest of him, completely ignorant of the look of concern twisting his father's face. The elder vampire approached without a care for any perceived danger. His worried eyes studied his son's eldritch form, finding it intriguing. In fact, Arawn would be beaming at their similarities if the little voidling wasn't throwing a tantrum right now.
Leaning down to be at his level, there's a deep sigh as Arawn's inspecting eyes narrow into a near frown. ཀ❛❛ What on earth has gotten into you? You're going to wake all of the guests. ❜❜ཀ His concern is hard to hear over his genuine curiosity and pride in seeing Aluin in this form.
ཀ❛❛ Sigma... I killed Sigma. ❜❜ཀ His sorrowful words felt as if they were mocked by his father's response in a confused yet annoyed tone.
ཀ❛❛ No, you didn't... I can sense every living thing in this building through its essence or soul. ❜❜ཀ As if the entire building is his giant spider web controlled by life and essence rather than vibrations. If Sigma was fading, Arawn would have stepped in, taking the order given by his Lord, his god, his beloved, to keep Sigma alive extremely seriously... Despite being at fault for the death of Aluin's first love.
ཀ❛❛ And I can sense him. Downstairs... If this is some kind of joke, it isn't funny. ❜❜ཀ His vexed huff that follows cannot be heard. Aluin was already running out of the room once he heard his father could sense Sigma (maybe Arawn will complain to Bram about this..).
Running through the halls looking for beloved, Aluin shifts back to something more humanoid, but he's unable to control his form (his powers and emotions still out of hand); the vampire is still not completely solid; black mist follows his every move.
It took several moments of panicked searching every hall and open room, but the moment he saw beautiful, long, mismatched hair, he screamed out of relief and literally jumped on him. ཀ❛❛ Sigma .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ ❜❜ཀ Relieved tears are cried into the creation's soft chest; misty cold hands hold on desperately, as if he were to let go, Sigma were to disappear.
ཀ❛❛ I thought I consumed you .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ ❜❜ཀ With this much power emanating from his being, Aluin feels he knows for a fact Sigma couldn't have survived him last night. This is some kind of trick. Right? ཀ❛❛ How are you okay? ❜❜ཀ His words are barely audible through his heavy sobs. ཀ❛❛ I consumed your essence... I know I did... I can feel it. ❜❜ཀ
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