#demonintheformofaninnocent

[black-vvolf]

Paul and Storm - Your Love Is (Love Song With Metaphor) [studio version]

[demonintheformofaninnocent]

She furrowed her brow at him but gave a small shrug nonetheless. “That has never happened to me, EVER, in my life, but if you say so..” With the assurance of Kira’s safety, she settled herself back down beside him.

[black-vvolf]

"Really? I just assumed that happened to everyone." He settled down but still felt a faint uneasiness.

[maskedsart]

Something I drew for demonintheformofaninnocent.

[sxnctorum]

﹔ᴬᵘᶰᵗʸ ᶫᵒᵛᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ

ˢᶜᵃᵛᵉᶰᵍᵉʳˢ, ᵗʰᵉʸ were. Silent hill was a worn town by now--not forgotten, but not known, either. The mortals that still inhabited its inner sanctum lived via the earth--what the town provided. Thirty years of decay had forced them into a state of adaptation, a state of repetition that they all knew and followed. They were treated like young children, the capacity of their minds underrated by their leader as she spelled out words to them, taught them the sounds that the animals made by flashcards.

                                   The s i r e n was BAD.

                                    If you weren't in the c h u r c h, you were DEAD.

Though they had to venture out regardless; and she knew. Food came from moldy scraps found in alleyways; clothing stripped from the dead corpses in hiding, found in bushes--shrubs. It was daily that members of the congregation wandered out and returned in time of the siren; its piercing cry never rang out at the same time, but the townsfolk always knew when to return by instinct--another set of flashcards were produced.

Today was different. Only five went out while the rest waited in silence, some terrified without the simple guidance and instruction to control their breathing--they were without a leader, what were they to do?

Oblivion consumed her; had she noticed the missing amulet sooner--though not identified, the congregation deemed it something of importance--it would have been returned to its pedestal by now. Christabella, accompanied by four members of the Brethren, took it upon themselves to retrieve it, leaving the rest of the church behind. They would go on to scour walls and scrape through dust within the old establishments about the town; as the mining-clad men excavated the surrounding buildings, Christabella watched on expressionless, hands held before the hem of her dress.

                                    Birds screeched overhead.

                                    And then IT screeched--too early.

Immediately, the Brethren rose, each mask turning around in a frantic motion, muffled statements of worry mixing with one another in the air before they all turned to face the priestess, her face coated with an open mouth, wide eyes, and beads of sweat. Her right foot took a single step forward and sunk into the ground with a soft squish, blood oozing from the position of the heel. The walls peeled back as human flesh to reveal rusty pipelines concealing a burning core. In the distance, something screeched and more followed, slowly turning into an entire herd of varying cries with stumbling silhouettes now forming through the fog. Distended bellies dripped acid; arms jutted forward; faces twisted sideways. Christabella couldn't look. She was already surrounded by the four men, crowbars in hand, her head thrown upwards.

                                    ❝Oh God, not now!                                     Why do you have to                                     do this N O W!?❞

[askredrhymer]

Better quality drawing of Alessa and Red since I scanned it.

[askredrhymer]

Mod: Drawing a mini comic involving Alessa and Red. Can't stop me.

[ghostlybartender]

hallowviena-the-trickster/demonintheformofaninoccent

reddeadnurse

silenceofthewood

"Can I get you guys anything?"

[black-vvolf]

I want the K -Alessa

8: Eyelid Kiss

Vincent sneaked into the bedroom after tucking Kira in, hoping Alessa would be asleep already. As he undressed and slipped into bed beside her, he thought she at least looked like she was asleep. Well, her eyes were closed anyway. In either case, awake or sleeping, he leaned over and softly planted two kisses on her closed eyes.