BLOOD IS ❛ STICKIER ❜ than she remembers. Slick as oil, warm, and clinging to the swath of her skin. Beyond her, the club is SILENT, and the smell of flesh festers; some putrid perfume that permeates the air.
These people— these MORTALS— are nothing like her. They are delicate, they are dispensable, and they are FILLED WITH GOO. With organs that preform functions, very much unlike her own body; nothing more than a human-shaped guise. Sure, Delirium may bleed here and there—at her own volition.
But not like humans. HUMANS, they BURST...
Burst indeed. The CORPSE that lies on the sweat-stained floor is ( upon closer inspection ) male. And if one eyes past the conglomerate of sticky flesh, of bone fragment, and of face-parts, they may very well be able to gather as such. He looked to be a tall man. A young man. A man who had perhaps a few too many drinks.
Laughing, stumbling, dancing, joking, smiling. Joking with her. Dancing with her. He complimented her wild MANE OF HAIR, as red as a new sun. He complimented her STRANGE EYES, two unmatched and ever-searching things.
And then, he touched her side. And he had to die.
And they watched— they ALL watched. The crowd of scantily clad bodies, dressed and smelling of sex and smoke and alcohol. They watched as the blood poured from his face; as it poured down her arms, and in the dim lighting NO ONE seemed to know how it happened. Even Delirium could not recall.
But she’s covered in blood, now. Shaking.
She’d broken a rule. He’d tell her brother, who’d tell his sister, who’d tell her brother, and then EVERYONE WOULD KNOW.
Screams tear continually through the damp air. Loud, terribly loud. She wants them to stop— wants them to SHUT UP.
And there, across the room, she spots him. The only soul not screaming or fleeing or calling for help. Indeed he is smiling; THE CORINTHIAN.
❝ It’s not— I’m not— I didn’t mean—❞
˜”*°•. Screams . The once music was now covered by screams , shrieks and cries . The once laughter was now covered by shock , fear and terror . Everyone was frozen , everyone was motionless , staring . Staring at her , at Delirium . The Endless that’d broken one of the most ancient rules ; the Endless that’d murdered a mortal .
He stood there . Surrounded by crowds that screamed and ran . By thick smoke and alcohol odor . He stood still . Amusement painting his lips , entertainment . And he watched . Watched Delirium losing more and more of her own self-control , diving deeper and deeper into the maelstrom of her own panic . But he knew , oh he knew that he couldn’t leave her there , he couldn’t walk away . Not when everything was finally working in his favor .
He stepped closer to the other . While the crowds would rush towards the exit , while they’d scream for the police , he walked closer . Hand offered in assistance , yet not daring the risk of the touch . ❝ We should really leave this place . ❞ He was accustomed to murder , to death , to blood . But to commit a crime in the open … it was a little bit too risky . Dangerous . Even for someone like them .
❝ I mean it’s fine . It was an accident . Accidents happen . ❞ Voice was dressed in something the empathetic , something the almost genial . To simmer her down was the purpose , after all . To help her concentrate on the one and only thing that currently mattered the most ; escape . ❝ But we can’t stay here .❞
