𝙸𝙳:// 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙰, 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼 𝙸𝙸𝙸.
not some useless cattle-form of human, all malleable and meaty and incapable of harboring it’s larvae. not compatible in the same way, either, far from relative in blood–the rankling virus promoting sick crimson would not bear it’s children, it can only imagine. (in this form, reproduction, spread, has become futile and is not it’s concern. it has implanted it’s only viable candidate, despite william’s relentless resistance. it serves now only to protect itself, and consume.)
his scent is familiar, if sullied and new, blood and flesh and metal, and the virus manifested in the sonnentreppe. the forefront head turns like a curious bird. what will he do? would he fight?
albert wesker provides a new challenge. a new life form. he isn’t one of it’s imperfect children, or the dead-mouthed humans shambling somewhere above, or fleshy and soft for it’s rending teeth. will you not allow me to speak to my friend? william. resistant host. master, and not at all. it can still feel his grief like hot coals, how he’d groaned and cried and howled, sher—ry!!
in response, it lifts onto it’s legs, heavy fingers twitching, exposing the veil of birkin’s face, skin pulled taut like a wet film, humanoid arm breaching the strong mold of G’s leg, dangling uselessly.
WHILE EXPECTING SOMETHING of the nature, witnessing Birkin’s distended form still manages to elicit a twitch of the lip coupled with the raise of brow from the elder B.O.W. An exhalation composed of far too many phantoms escapes his flaring nostrils -- he makes his advance, slinks forward in his tatters. This sin-eater is unable yet to have consumed his betrayal of S.T.A.R.S., however, all thoughts on the matter lapse as G’s viral markers call to the Mothervirus, alerting within him due to growing proximity.
❛ Enthralling. ❜ Deadpans, eyes narrowing somewhat at a display meant to get under his skin. What can be done regarding William, at this point in time? Golgotha would not give up its host, it is physically impossible to separate the two -- control, however, may be exerted still. He will not entreat William, dormant as the man remains, but rather, communicate with Golgotha itself. ❛ Is this meant to deter me, little one? I recall when you were but a molecular structure within Trevor’s recesses. Come, let us make a deal. ❜
He halts directly before the towering monstrosity, recalling various works of literature: Kafka, Lovecraft, Poe, others -- all consumed in youth, many times over. None of them, however, could depict such an aberrant, yet exquisite vision in mere prose. Communication continues non-verbally, the flaring of crimson the sole physical sign of a process beyond human comprehension. A process born deep within the DNA, branching outward into the vacuum that is life -- in all its ridiculousness.
