Taking Back the Crown (undead au)|| anabundanceofcourf
Montparnasse didn’t remember coming out of the ground, and yet his very first thought was the way the pressure seemed to split in his every extremity as the night wind greeted him once more, after so long. He took a deep breath and-
Fuck, this was his BEST outfit!
It was ruined. All ruined. It was ruined and it was all his fault. And with his first empty breath in over a year, Montparnasse retracted his nails from the dirt from his grave and strode off into the night.
He didn’t visit Courfeyrac, like he wanted to. Oh, he wanted to, in what little was left of his rotting heart. But underneath it all, pulsing in his very bones, was a single core instinct, a primal need: kill. And he could feel it warping his ribcage, pressing an unfamiliar emotion into his heart. He wasn’t one to hate, but now he at least knew how it felt.
Over the following weeks, the Montparnasse region of Paris was painted red. There were whispers of the Patron-Minette reforming, and of victims slung up and eviscerated in ways that made even the most nefarious slightly queasy to speak of.
While of course, he tried to evade Courfeyrac’s notice, he couldn’t help but wander a bit closer one night when tracking one of Lucien’s confidantes. Had he been a bit more cautious of the location, he would have perhaps asked his gang to keep it quiet, or moved their target to a more secluded area. However, he was all too keen to inspire some fear, and the gunshots, screams, and rough jeering was audible down the darkened street.
