About me : I’m whokilledcade but most of the time I go by Cupid, I’m 15 and go by any pronouns but mainly they/them, somewhat aroace kinda idk.
INTRO!?
I like : body horror and Japanese Melancholy movies , art, knives, books, anime, breaking shit, and massacres
Music : kmfdm, deftones, rebzyyx, nine inch nails, sematary, Sofia isella, insane clown posse, static dress, get scared, Rammstein, vocaloid, cannibal corpse, suicide silence, torture killer, sadis euphoria, whatsaheart and crystal castles
Fav perps : Pekka Erik, Samantha Rupnow, Elliot Rodger, Randy stair, Nikita and Artyom, and Dylan and Eric.
Favourite movies : elephant, zero day, 22 July, natural born killers, white oleander, all about lily Chou Chou, Himizu, Oresama, requiem for a dream, Tokyo gore police, rubbers lover, the human centipede and saw franchise
I don’t have a dni so interact if you like idrc, but don’t be weird. bye
⚠️WARNING! it does get pretty graphic, and there's some cannibalism!⚠️
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Sukuna kicked aside another useless body, dark chuckle coming from him as be crushes the head of a weak woman.
"Pathetic...I figured someone would put up a fight," Sukuna looked down at the now crushed head of the woma, shaking his head as he started walking again.
It was a wonder how Sukuna's yukata wasn't stained, even as he walked through the bloody field of the small village. Uraume walked close behind, looking out for any living being or a suitable corpse for Sukunas' next meal. Eventually, they walked by a small house, stopping at the sound of soft thuds and grunts.
"Sir." Uraume pointed, but Sukuna was already eyeing the door. The thuds sounded...wet almost.
Sukuna narrowed his eyes, walking over to the door. He had to dunk his head to step inside, now facing a much smaller form beating someone.
His four eyes stared into the back of your head as your fist came down repeatedly, some sobs and grunts coming from you. The body under you was of an unknown woman. She was unmoving, clearly dead for a hot second. Your tear fell down onto the mess of blood under you, your yukata soiled with blood and gore. Your arms ached, but you refused to stop. The face was already mangled, but somehow, your brain could still make out the face of her, of the bastard that caused all the pain.
This was revenge, and it was like feast for Sukuna. Every cry, every thrust of your fist, every snap, squish, and thud filled Sukunas senses. The smirk on his face on grew as he watched you.
Your fist were practically beating the ground at this point, her head so destroyed, beaten into the ground so much that it was a pile of mush and goo. Even her skull had been crushed under your fist.
Yet, you've never been strong. Always been the weaker one of your siblings, and your sister took advantage of it. She treated you like a servant, treating your weakness as a method to keep you under her. You were never strong enough to fight back. You'd only end up on the ground bloody by your father while your sister faked cried behind him. So when you found her terrified and hiding, sobbing for you to hide her, you took advantage. You've never moved so fast before, she tried to fight back, but her adrenaline didn't last long enough to fend you off her. The screams didn't process in your head as anyone else's but her own. You beat your sister while Sukuna massacred your village. Yet, you only registered those screams and crys as your sisters.
You palms landed on the mush of flesh under you, keeping your hands pressed against it as you breathed heavily. Loud breaths and gasps came from your mouth as you gained your breath. With trembling hands, you grasped your shoulders, leaning your head back and taking deep breaths. When you opened your eyes, you saw a knife, placed perfectly in reach from you. Leaning over your shaking fingers wrapped around the knife, pulling it to your chest before moving down on your sisters lifeless body. The knife dug into her neck, at the edge where her head used to sit. Slowly, you dragged the knife down, cutting it like the skin of a deer. When you had a nice tear in her skin, you grasped it, tearing the skin from her ribs. The knife dropped from your hands. Staring down at her exposed sternum, with a gulp you raised your hands, clasping your hands together before slamming them down on her sternum.
The sickening crack of bones was music to Sukunas ears, his smirk only growing as he watched you toss her broken sternum to the side.
Your shaky hands grasped her still and cold heart, yanking it out of chest.
"Your heart has always been cold...hasn't it...sister," Your voice surprised Sukuna, it sounded so broken yet sweet. But sweet in a soft way, no. Sweet in a dark and broken way, sweet in the way only a crazed person could see murder. Which is what he saw, a murder, a broken man in need of revenge.
And Sukuna was willing to help.
Your eyes stared at the heart, it spilled blood everywhere, dripping onto the ground. With a gulp you brought it to your face, hesitating before biting into the heart. You were so famished, the heart looked delicious. After a few chews you gagged, but swallowed. Keeping it down as you took another bite, you were so hungry it seemed right at the moment. When the heart was consumed you gasped, choking slightly before shakily standing up. Coughing out blood- blood that was not your own. Slowly and shakily walking backwards, suddenly your back hot a solid surface. Your eyes slowly moved to look up as a strong arm wrapped around your waist.
"Bravo..." A large hand grasped your face, tilting it up to look him in the eyes.
It wasn't every day someone looks the king of curses in the eyes, yet you held his gaze with a tired look. He tugged your head closer, making you stand on your tippy toes. The mouth on his hand licked at the blood on your face, as well as the mouth on his stomach, but licking at your soiled clothes. The blood all over you was delicious.
Uraume walked over to your sisters corpse, choosing her as Sukunas next meal.
Sukuna let go of your face, letting your feet hit the ground again. Not for long though, his arm easily picked you up, tossing you onto his shoulder. You were like nothing to him, so small you could be mistaken as a child.
"You'll do perfectly." Was the last thing you heard before passing out.
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[A/N:Sorry for the cannibalism guys, I just wanted something wild in this. I hoped you enjoyed]
About me : I’m whokilledcade but most of the time I go by Cupid, I’m 15 and go by any pronouns but mainly they/them, somewhat aroace kinda idk.
INTRO!?
I like : body horror and Japanese Melancholy movies , art, knives, books, anime, breaking shit, and massacres
Music : kmfdm, deftones, rebzyyx, nine inch nails, sematary, Sofia isella, insane clown posse, static dress, get scared, Rammstein, vocaloid, cannibal corpse, suicide silence, torture killer, sadis euphoria, whatsaheart and crystal castles
Fav perps : Pekka Erik, Samantha Rupnow, Elliot Rodger, Randy stair, Nikita and Artyom, and Dylan and Eric.
Favourite movies : elephant, zero day, 22 July, natural born killers, white oleander, all about lily Chou Chou, Himizu, Oresama, requiem for a dream, Tokyo gore police, rubbers lover, the human centipede and saw franchise
I don’t have a dni so interact if you like idrc, but don’t be weird. bye
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