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Dämonenkiller #21 - Blutorgie in der Leichengrube

Demonkiller - Blood Orgy in the Corpse Pit

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  “ JAIBO stinks. ”

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    --------- “I dunno, doesn’t this seem like a bad idea? I mean, think of what would happen if we were to get caught for something as shitty and stupid for this, do you really believe something like this is worth what the teachers might do to us, Jaibo?” Souda would give an uncertain side glance at the other, awkwardly and uncomfortably gripping at his school bag. Everything about this screamed bad idea, it isn’t worth it, but Jaibo seemed to think so, and how should he go against Zera’s right hand man? Hell, he probably shouldn’t have the right to complain, after all, Zera’s punishments tended to be thousands of times more intense than anything a teacher could do to a bunch of eighth graders.     “... You won’t rat me out, right? Promise? Th-- this ain’t my type a shit, yunno...”  why was he so hesitant? He had no moral inclination, only the fear of punishment, the fear of the law, how could he keep Jaibo waiting like this? “J-- just stay close t’me. You’re not gonna run off, right?”

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  @blutorgie  continued from this

   Initially, it was the acoustical noise of wails and whines ( bruit blanc turned shrill—a myriad of unpleasant frequencies with equal intensities—zeroes and infinite variances, he tastes the algorithms upon malefic tongue, they’re awfully intimate ) that had originally usurped his attention, garrulousness thwarted by this outré phenomena that he cannot place his finger on, much less touch. Certainly the others would have heard it too if it weren’t so out-of-city, he surmises, howbeit that is simply wishful thinking on his part—whatever it is, it hails from the atmosphere and was not a regular approach to meeting a potential friend, it was, for lack of a better word-- exotic and aberrant. Because once he had found the culprit for such a ghastly noise-- a boy, no younger than he, skinning the hide off of a little stray dog and laughing as he did so, it  piqued a type of interest only he could feel in the midst of danger. In any sense, yes, one would run, scream, even ! But not Alois ! Not the boy who’s seen worse and worser, not the boy who’s done worse and worser. 

  Oh, how fun !

  “ So, this is where you were hiding? Playing with bugs in this pathetic space these people call a garden? I have a much better one at home, you know, where most of the flowers aren’t CHEAP and UGLY looking. ” 

   With languor do lips part, lids opening a generous amount as his gaze is skewering the terrene, sight affixed to the trees, the vegetables, even the lilies, abstruse in his methods apropos to conquering this school with just a mere statement; apposite to him, he spars nought but a blink, two blinks, the meagre tilting of his head indicating his utter boredom until he traces the other’s gaze to just what he wanted to see--- ah, a spider. 

  “ May I ? ”

  He wants to kill it? So be it, then! But it will be him who does the honors. He is, after all, doing a favor for the damn thing, not making it having to witness such a shitty place for plant life to inhabit. With one hand on his hip, his foot crunches into the spider’s body slowly, ruining the web and the flower it was weaving against. How sad !

 “ Now then, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten your name ! I’m sure you know mine by now, yes, those idiots can’t ever stop chirping it !  Little birds, they are ! Wouldn’t you agree ? ”

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❝   i mean —- .. do you really want to have said that?   ❞    // @blutorgie