` ❅ || cryopathiic & fallesto » ( & the beast said,
' come & see! ' )
there's an almighty crash when the side of the so—called ascension room is caved in — there's no way that any creature within this place hadn't heard that sound, from demons to humans to the rats living in the cellar. douma had always insisted on quiet to keep his flock from seeing things that they shouldn't, but like hell is he going to respect that wish now : the polychrome priest has transgressed against him too severely this time.
taking his prey, his partner, & right out from under his nose to boot.
he'd wondered why kyojuro hadn't returned after saying he wouldn't be gone long. he'd wondered & he'd waited & he'd paced to & fro across their shared room at the bathhouse until day had finally given way to night, allowing him to follow his nose, kyojuro's scent long memorized, to this place, this wretched & divine place ...
well. it's about to become much more wretched & less divine.
because this akaza isn't the same starving one that the frozen lotus had been able to toy so easily with during the early stages of his tenuous bond with rengoku kyojuro : this akaza has eaten a full meal, & recently. yes, he's broken his promise — but it's the only way that either of them will escape this entire debacle alive.
his gilded gaze is as sharp & wicked as the fangs bared in utter defiance of the hierarchy as he closes the distance between himself & the prophet in one leap, inked fingers closing tight around that holy neck to choke. no, it's destructive death that's come to this place of worship, not a coworker with needs to sate.
" where is he? " upper three demands in a voice like thunder. " what have you done with him? "
