❛Oh you know~❜ Insufferable crooning, purrs like a feline enticing, entwining words together with precision and yet whatever they speak of leads no where. Open ended and vague, cryptic even, how they speak without actually saying anything. It can be truly aggravating to speak with a young god. The taste of honey and blood on their tongue, the souls of millions trapped in their heart, eyes so dull now when they previously were dazzling with kaleidoscope spectrum. Arita’s lips were curled into a vacant smile, rose red and gentle. But did failed to display any sense of happiness as it was constant, thus making them stoic. The deity’s eyes were trained on the deathly figure who’s grip could tear apart their body and leave them in shambles. A welcomed thought. He was so pained he thought, something clawing at his mind incessantly leaving scars and scratches and raw wounds. While Arita’s compassion knew no bounds they found themselves basking in the rot and decay with dull eyes. ❛I never thought all of you to be very special, with your little powers. Gifted by a God maybe, but otherwise just a fluke right? I don’t understand- even without it, you all do the same things as before? They seem to be troublesome.❜ Lace words together to be tedious, mind numbing and infuriating all at once. ❛You all think you’re gods. But when everyone is a god nobody is a god. But you know~❜ @decayn