#alchemistofblight

[theelhopperarchiveforever]

@alchemist-of-blight continued from here. 

The first thing El noticed after she got over the stumble was the...’mouth.’ It had to be a mouth, right? Yet it reminded her of a hole, a deep cavernous hole edged in sharp teeth and dripping a strange, glowing orange fluid. 

Blinking, the child glanced up. Those eyes burned the same color as the fluid. Almost as orange as the ever-grinning pumpkin that stood in front of one of these houses. Strange clothes garbed this even stranger man. He looked like he wore a potato sack, one of those big ones that Hop liked to buy in bulk ‘just in case.’ Come to think of it, his spine hunched over like one of those potato bags, too...

Yet despite his appearance, he never touched her. Instead, he backed away as if he were sorry. It confused El. People that looked like this were usually killers, weren’t they? 

Of course, it was then she noticed the cane. Her bald head tilted to the side. Did he need help walking? Was that why his back looked like a potato sack? 

[screamformemore]

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There was something to be said for just how broken the mind of the idol had become under the repeated relentless torture of the deformed alchemist. Tortured. Twisted. Broken. Raging. Deceased. Reborn. Repeat. No end. No mercy. Could it really be blamed for shielding him this way? Protecting him from the endless nightmare by gently shielding his eyes with rosey heart-shaped glasses?

“My love~!” Yes, it is love he feels surging through him. Not terror. His heart beats rapidly, endorphins giving him the greatest high. The way his bright eyes curled, his teeth flashed in such a genuine grin, it seemed hardly meant for the monstrous Blight but of a sweet, handsome lover who held his heart in the palm of their hand. He outstretched his palm, beckoning the mad creature forward. Come to me. “How I’ve missed you!”

[screamformemore]

[My oh my, such pretty long nails. Do you think they'll help? Help when you're in my grasp again?] - @alchemist-of-blight

Expression froze and then slowly dripped from his face. Ringing in his ears. His head felt hot. Breath escaped him and never seemed to return enough. Kneels trembled and he fell upon them. No...

His voice in his head, a curse given from the very first string of blight that not even death rid him of. So much of him had been lost from those experiments. So much of him had changed even now, though they were things that could not be seen upon his bare body. This thing shook his will, targeted his deepest fears so easily and made this realm he loved so into his own personal hell.

He trembled, holding himself tightly. "K-Kazan..."

[theelhopperarchiveforever]

👗 - @theelhopper

The post-trial state was always a mess. El hadn't been hooked yet, but the killers in this place tended to give her a run for her money. Blood trailed down both her nostrils. Some of it was old, crusty above her upper lip. Her black pants' straps were all askew and a mess.

The psychic hadn't expected to meet Mr. Grimes so soon after the trial nor for him to start fixing those straps.

"You don't have to," she assured him, placing one of her own hands on his.

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[moldcursed]

@alchemist-of-blight​ said :  What an interesting specimen! He almost feels grateful for the Entity to drag in this being. So many tests, so many things to experiment with, surely this strange culture of a mold resembling a man will aid them all. 

he's  had  the  killers  interested  in  him  before.  that's  nothing  new.  not  in  the  slightest.  but  this  one  ...  this  is  the  one  that  the  other  survivors  had  advised  him  to  be  WARY  around.  ethan's  eyes  never  leave  the  blight.  wandering  around  outside  of  trials  had  usually  been  a  nice  way  to  clear  his  head,  but  right  now,  he  regrets  it.  he  hadn't  been  expecting  it,  the  attack  from  behind  whilst  his  back  was  turned  and  his  guard  was  down,  and  now...  now  he's  tied  up  at  the  blight's  mercy.  he  knows  how  this  is  going  to  go  ;  ethan  has  SEEN  some  of  the  things  that  the  madman  does  to  the  killers.  he's  seen  the  mutations,  seen  the  horrific  results  of  the  transformations  —  and  for  the  first  time  in  the  entirety  of  the  time  he's  been  in  the  fog,  ethan  wishes  that  he  were  HUMAN  instead  of  MOLD.  usually,  the  mold  deters  most  of  the  killers,  grabs  their  attention  in  a  different  manner  ...  but  this  time?  this  time,  he  KNOWS  that  he's  going  to  end  up  wishing  he  could  DIE.