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"Should I be afraid of you?" He says while squishing at the face.

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Billy gave him an unimpressed look and swatted his hand away. “Stop, you weirdo. And yes; didn’t you hear from your little nerd pack? I’m a psycho.”

#hcllcoffin #hellooooo

@hcllcoffin | starter call

Ten isn't sure how long he's been running.

In truth, he's not even sure what possessed him to take his chance with the open door in the first place, only that everything had been a chaotic mess, and it had brought back a primal sense of terror and the need to get away. And he'd ran and ran, away from the lab, away from Papa, away from the only home he'd ever known.

The lab gown wasn't exactly appropriate outdoor wear, particularly given the time of year, and certainly was no protection against the elements, thorns scratching his arms and legs as he ran, bare feet sinking into the mud and nearly tripping him up once or twice. He had to get away from the monster.

Short of breath and wheezing, he finally skidded to a halt beside a tree, clutching at the trunk and with his eyes darting around frantically.

#hcllcoffin #c: 010 #v: escape

King of the Damned || requested by @obscurebelief (or @hcllcoffin too? 🥰)

Cain calmly walked down the corridor and flashed a smile at everyone he met that day, turning their attention towards other meaningless things. He had snatched a card from someone's neck and nobody stopped him as he walked through door after door; the news conference with the President was just about to begin. Cain looked perfectly in place; dressed immaculately, journalist's card hanging from his neck, he even had a notebook with a pen. Getting in was so easy.

The President started the conference and the journalists asked their questions. Cain saw that there were at least ten cameras, broadcasting the event to the entire world, talking about war and politics and other meaningless things the ancient did not care about.

"…next question?" The President asked and before Cain knew, his hand was up in the air. "Yes, Mr…?"

Cain rose from the chair with an emotionless expression, and dropped his notebook and pen. He slowly unclipped the card from his suit as well, dropping it on the ground as he started to walk towards the President. The guards - obviously immediately walked towards him to stop him - froze in their places as Cain raised his right hand at them.

The entire room looked like it was frozen in time. Nobody moved but him. The cameras were still on. He walked up the steps to the President, grabbed his neck and tore it open before he sucked him dry and dropped his body on the ground.

Then he turned to look in one of the cameras up front.

"Change", he whispered. Blood was dripping from his lips, down his chin, it covered half of his suit, but he still looked immaculate. His eyes were burning with a new fire. "Nothing ever changes." He whispered. "And I'm tired." He paused as he licked his lips. "So I'm going to change the world you live in."

Cain tilted his head, the look in his eyes turned menacing.

"I want vampires to rise from the darkness in every city of America. Hunt down the forces that control your area and slaughter them." He licked his lips again. "Why?" He shrugged. "Because I have my birthday today, and I want it to be glorious. Kill in my name! Leave no soul alive if they resist my wish. Let's bring the change we all crave!"

#king of the damned #obscurebelief #hcllcoffin

A rustle of leaves swirled up in a quick funnel just as the neighboring tree branches cracked and split, as a tumulus whip of wind encased the spot in the forest where Dev saw Eddie, and then full form, without any human guise at all, Devrim landed with a crunch right in front of him.

“Hi, Eddie~,” he cooed in his dragon resonating burning tone. It had taken him a while to hunt down the guy since he flew away, but the town of Hawkins was small. It had been easier to move quickly in this form through the forest, and figured since he knew Eddie had wings and a death defying screech, that formalities weren’t exactly needed. “My ears are still ringing. Seriously, what the fuck was that, man?” the Dragon asked, moving to lean his large form against a tree, just as a small little bat flew by and Dev caught him in his mouth with a quick snap.

He tossed his head back and swallowed.

#hcllcoffin #oops my hand slipped xDDD #poor eddie lol

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"Holy fuck." Raven screamed in awe eyeing the guy wandering the roads of Hawkins. "And which one of my nightmares did you get out of?"

He had heard curiouser and curiouser stories about that shithole town, but what he was seeing was beyond imagination.

"You are magnificent." he stated, unable to contain his excitement.

He walked closer with no fear at all. Curiosity was devouring him. Not only had he never seen a Being like that before, the very existence of such… Demon? Vampire? was a very intriguing surprise.

His eyes were still open wide in amazement while studying the other. Every detail was utterly fascinating.

And those wings. OH!

"Even your scent is out of this world. And I mean… literally."

#Hcllcoffin #Eddie/Kas #Here it's your bloody starter 😁#Amaze me now... 😏

“You’ve changed, Munson.”

That was probably the understatement of the year honestly. There were only two people in this god forsaken town that had turned out to be not dead and both of them were sitting just outside of what remained of Hawkins high after the so called earth quake caused by his previous master… And who he assumed now owned the leash and collar around Eddie’s own neck.

“Dunno if I’m a fan. Much preferred the stoner nerd who sold me my snow….”

He reached into the pocket of his leather jacket, pulling out his cigarettes then and bringing one of them to his lips. It wasn’t as if he needed the nicotine, not anymore, but the simple act of it was soothing and reminded him of simpler times. Times when all he has to worry about was his fathers first flying into him for doing something stupid. Simple times… much simpler times…

“So what instead of special k surprise for breakfast you gorge on the literal blood of your enemies? Or better yet, his enemies?” He wasn’t much better - he was sure that his return was just another piece in Vecna’s plot to take the world one step at a time.

#hcllcoffin #{§verse; undecided§}#not sure where i was going with this #but hey Billy said he wants this soooo let’s see where it goes?