#kill prompt

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When she found out what she was, she tried to kill herself. Unfortunately, as the Antichrist, she had to live to fulfill her purpose.

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Dialogue Prompt

“I could kill you, you know.”

“Yeah? Well why don’t you, then?”

“Because I signed a prenup stating I wouldn’t.”

“I told you not to marry my sister...”

[chemtech]

✂

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.

All senses are obsolete to smell. Smell gives one all the information one needs to survive. Sight? A distraction. Sound? A momentary blip in the silence of life. Touch? Warwick barely feels at all these days.

Blood pumps in his veins, mixing with the chemicals that have once again been sent coursing through his body, creating a deadly adrenaline-filled cocktail that only he can tolerate. His eyes are reddened, his sight blurring beyond compare.

Someone, somewhere, is bleeding, and bleeding profusely. And if something can be hunted, then it must be hunted. Such is the law of Zaun.

A loud howl erupts from his lips, his back arching into the ground as he drops on all fours, his razor-sharp claws gouging into the blood-marred stone.

And the chase begins.

He is efficient in his chase, no move he makes is unnecessary. A sleek killing machine, the apex predator, designed to flawlessly track down and brutally tear to shreds.

And so he does.

He ignores the screams, for he cannot hear them.

In a fit of bloodlust, his claws tear into the chest of the dark-haired woman, breaking ribs and sending them flying. She is already dead at this point, but his lust for violence is all but sated. His maw is thrust into the chest of the woman, yellowed and blackened teeth shredding unceremoniously through bloodied flesh.

Hunched over the body, his progress is marked only by the gorge in her upper body as he works his way up from her chest, his teeth now ripping into the soft skin of Janna’s neck.

Wait, is it Janna?

No matter, names are not important now.

Eventually, his muzzle stained with blood, does he reach the skull. For a moment he catches his breath, staring down at the slightly familiar face. Why do these features ring a bell?

Once again his instincts kick in, and he closes his maw around the head, powerful jaws easily crushing her skull. Once again, blood sprays across the ground and his face. And, once again, the kill is done. His lust for blood is satisfied.

Perhaps he will come back to the site of his freshest kill, to try and identify who it was. If he’s lucky, it will be some scum Chembaron’s spawn.

[ze-dominant-demon]

♙ :Most malicious act tied to your name

“You know the answer to this one, though not many know of it. The deaths of my first wife and child and my tribe. While not wholly my fault, the wholesale slaughter of so many innocents that day...how could anything be more malicious than that?”

@natsumimontenbelt

[hornedmenace-blog1]

✂ // idk if those scissors will show up because yaaaay mobile

—get mauled { accepting }

It’s such a pity. She had promise.

Maul feels her presence before she even lands--how could he not, with the howl of emptiness in the Force that she brings? He hates, for her sake, what Sidious has made her into. There is no dignity in this, no finesse. He could have just as easily crafted her into one of his Inquisitors, molded her into a puppet but kept her mind.

But instead, there is this... this mockery. 

Maul knows what it is to be mad, to live through nothing but a screaming, gnawing hunger. He will make this quick.

As if it will have any effect on the black hole that stalks him now, Maul plays at being a frail thing, limping away. He doesn’t see so much as feel her launch herself at him, dual blades drawn and trained on his throat. So much for that.

Maul sighs like the tired old man he is, like a disappointed father. He sidesteps her, igniting his saber and blocking her with one motion. One metal foot planted firmly in the dirt, he stares her down even as he feels her trying to drain him.

“Kat,” he intones, “is this any way to greet your Mand’alor?”

Her eyes, once bright and fierce and curious, are dull and dead now. She’s become a husk, a corpse led about by thin strings. Maul scowls, eyes narrowed. It’s no use, then.

He darts to one side, ignoring the lingering hollowness she leaves in her wake. His lightsaber twists, one blade gouging open her calf, metal and leather and flesh burning and melting into one. Maul doesn’t even sense an acknowledgement of the searing agony any other being would feel. What use, in the end, is a hunting animal that cannot feel pain? All it will do is die, and die, and die, and never realize it is being killed. 

She moves for him again, and he is merciful. A single kick to the ruin of her leg--the bone shatters under his metal foot, and her knees buckle. She stares up at him in the half-second between her fall and the final blow. Her eyes are still empty.

One quick sweep of his saberstaff rends her head from her neck. There is no light in those eyes to extinguish. The wound in the Force seals at the last beat of her heart, and Maul turns away before he can watch her body fall.

[the-lost-survivor]

// Begging won't help you. You know I have to ;p ✂ (@flashing-red)

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.Obviously, this is Noxian Erika, under the “Erika never left Noxus AU.”flashing-red

First person point of view, mainly character building, less brutal horrible bloody Katarina. Again, as with all “Noxian Erika” posts, this is an alternate universe, with Erika’s mind a total mess. Read More for length. And blood. As with the “kill Rhea” prompt, it makes no sense as to how Erika could have overpowered either of them. Just… pretend.

“I’m sick and tired of your games!” 

That could not be my voice. I wasn’t the type to get angry or upset - that wasn’t the kind of person I was. 

“I’m done letting you use me like I’m a-like your- like some sorta plaything!”

She snorted at me, and I hated that. It was as though she didn’t even care what sort of precarious situation she was in. The red-headed assassin started laughing, grinning through her reddened lips and teeth. Even with all those blows to her jaw and head, she still didn’t want to give up.

I wanted to think that it was funny… that she was trying her best to be strong before I killed her, that she was making sure I didn’t get any satisfaction in making her appear weak.

It was sort of… sickening.

It didn’t happen often, but she let her guard down.

That was the only way that I had been able to take advantage of the situation and put her into this bind. To be honest -

“Come on, Erika!”

- I couldn’t recall how I was able to muster up enough strength to knock her out. I (think that I) only punched her once, right in the nose, and she immediately fell to the ground. My body had moved on its own from that point -

“You realize that these bindings are nothing compared to the torture I’ve been through, right?”

- and somehow, here we were, in the basement of the Du Couteau manor, with Katarina tied up against the wall, and my fingers wrapped around the hilt of my katana. She was still staring at me, laughing hysterically as my hands shook. 

“Come on. Try to kill me, kid.”

I bit my tongue and pointed the katana at her, pressing its sharp edge against her neck. “Shut up!”

“You’re cute, you know that?” she said, snorting. “When I get out of this -”

“Who said I’d let you out?!” I screeched, voice cracking. I let my hand slip slightly, and a small trickle of blood appeared on her neck. I quickly tugged my hand away without causing any further damage and watched as she squirmed under her restraints. 

She chuckled again, causing her to spit out blood. “You’re funny. Real funny.” I simply stared at her coldly, biting my lip hard. “You know what, Erika…”

I glared at her as best I could, still holding the katana tight within one hand. 

“I wonder what your sister would think of you.”

My eyes narrowed. “Don’t talk about her.”

“You’re nothing like her, from what I’ve observed. She’s a true, passionate Noxian soldier - of course, she’s merely a cog in the grand scheme of things, what with her faults of undying loyalty and naivete…” 

I slammed the butt of my katana against the side of her head, and she immediately coughed up more blood.

“Think about it… She’s probably sleeping her way up the ranks…”

“My sister would never -”

“You… honestly think that hard work… alone… would make her into a Noxian commander…? How many years… she’s barely been around for four years…”

“Shut up!” I shouted, pointing the katana at her again.

“You’re both so stupid…” she whispered through coughing fits. “Your weaknesses… and flaws… You use your fear of not… being good enough… to pretend to be strong…”

My grip loosened, and I lowered my arm. What in the hell was she talking about?

“…Just like Talon…” She stared laughing again, not seeming to care that there were streams of blood running down her chin. “You say enough to be left alone, and you do what you’re told… You don’t resist… you don’t fight back…” Her head started bobbing back and forth. “…It’s the funniest… kind of prey…”

Finally, she let her head hang. “But the best… are the ones who try their damnedest… to stop the pain.”

“No…”

“You’ve fallen right into my trap, you know…”

“Shut up!”

“Haven’t… you ever wondered why I was pushing you around so much?”

“I’m not going to hear it.”

“…Kept making you see… what Noxus really is…?”

I forced her to look at my by pushing up on her chin with the hilt of my katana. “I am not like you.”

“Yes… you are.” She grinned again, that bloodstained smile engraved into my memory. “This is Noxus. And you’re apart of the game too.”

I raised the katana above my head and let out a feral scream as I swung it downward.

I quickly shut the door behind me and pressed my back against the wall. There was sweat all over my body, and even more blood from that wretched girl splattered on my clothes. As I gasped for air, I slid down and dropped to the ground, curling into a tight ball with my arms wrapped around my legs.

“Are you done?” His voice was low and husky, and I could tell that he was grinding his teeth together. 

“Yes.”

“Are you satisfied with the choice you’ve made?”

He’s only trying to help, he’s trying to help you, don’t you dare spit some insult at him.

“Who are you, my mother?”

Great.

“Erika, I’m trying to help you.” He knelt and looked down at me from under his hood.

I shook my head, trying to hold back the tears which threatened to spill over.

“Just shut up.”

He sighed and placed his hand on my shoulder comfortingly. It didn’t seem like anything I was going to say would make him go away, so I simply looked up and stared into his steely brown eyes.

“…Are you happy now?”

I shook my head again, frowning. 

“Erika -”

“I didn’t kill her.”

He squeezed a little harder, apparently accidentally.

“You-wait-you what?”

“I just said.” I bit my lip. “I didn’t kill her. I just- I couldn’t- and she- I can’t kill people, Tally…”

“You-”

“Shut up... please...”

I pressed my face into my knees and curled even harder into a tight ball. Feeling my body tremble uncontrollably, I let out a helpless cry, and within moments, froze as two arms wrapped around my back.

“Why are you crying if you spared her life?” he said softly, his arms tightening around me as hard as he could.

“I wanted to.” My voice was shaking, and I could barely speak. “She deserved to die, after all she put me - no, what she put us through.” I gulped and dug my fingers into his shoulders.

He sighed. “Shit, Erika…”

“I could’ve just… she was right there, and I could’ve ended her life, and it all would’ve been over…” 

“You’re too kind for murder.”

My sobs strengthened, and I quickly refuted his statement. “I’ve already killed someone, don’t you re-”

“That doesn’t count,” he growled. “You didn’t kill her because you don’t have it in you to take a life. That isn’t a bad thing at all… You’re still a child, Erika… There’s no reason to stain your hands with blood,” he added in a calmer voice, leaning back and staring down at me. “You don’t kill people,” he repeated softly, taking my hands and holding them gently. “You don’t hurt people. That’s not you.”

“Talon...” I stared at him, and he tried to smile. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He glanced at the door and stood up slowly. “And we should probably get her... fixed before anyone notices.” Looking back down at me, he offered his hand, but I shook my head.

“...You can’t fix someone as broken as her.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

I shrugged and grabbed his hand, staggering to my feet. My fingers intertwined with his, and he squeezed my hand. “I guess...”

“Are you still scared?” he muttered, tugging me toward the door.

“No.”

“You’re trembling.”

“...No’m not.” I couldn’t feel my legs. Or my hands or my head or my body.

“You have me. We’re going to face her together... and judging by how quiet it is in there, you probably shut up her up quite effectively.”

“Or killed her. She lost a lot of blood,” I replied bluntly, my face devoid of emotion.

“...Don’t joke around like that.”

“...I’m not.”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you,” he said in a low voice, chuckling under his breath as he opened the door. “Let’s go.”

[hextechpyro]

✂

send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. brutally, horribly, bloody.

The sky was crimson red, and the sun had disappeared behind the grey clouds. The atmosphere was hot and damp. Ever since the Purification had begun, all of Valoran was plunged in chaos. Years of careful planification had lead to a one-sided war ; it was Riley, it was Brand, it was their allies, against the rest of the world. Whoever stood in their way was assured to die an horrible death. But obviously, since the beginning, Riley knew this would’nt be easy. She knew her old friends would eventually come across her, try to stop her probably, and she knew she would have to kill them. She knew it, but she didn’t stop anyway.

And she knew it would only be a matter of time until Ekko would show up, too. 

She threatened him. Tried to scare him away. Tried to persuade him to go far away from Valoran and to never return, at least for the time being. But he didn’t listen. At first he tried to bring back old memories, and old feelings. Hoping it would trigger something in her, perhaps even make her reconsider her choices. But she was too far gone. So Ekko didn’t have any other choice but to fight her. Should he win, Valoran would be partially saved - Brand would die as well, their followers would probably not last long without their leaders.

But he didn’t win. After hours of fighting, both of them were badly wounded, bleeding, and exhausted. 

“Why?! Ye freakin’ idiot, why didn’t ye run away?! WHY?!” She grabbed him by his collar, lifting him off the ground. “I TOLD YE TO FUCK OFF!” A bloody light shone in her eyes. Riley threw him on the ground, and started summoning pillars of fire around him. The heat must’ve been unbearable. She couldn’t know. She didn’t feel anything. When the fire approached Ekko, starting to lick his legs and arms, darkening and melting his skin, Riley watched him, teeth clenched, trying not to do anything. But she couldn’t bear to see him cry in pain. At that moment, she swore it was the first time in her life she could feel pain from touching flames and fire.

She stepped in the ring of fire, sat upon Ekko, and summoned fire claws on her right hand ; she looked at him in the eyes, sheer madness glowing in her eyes, but as she frowned, a sorry expression darkened her face. She raised her hand and slashed his throat, ending his suffering. Blood spurted from his jugular and splattered all over Riley. After that, she summoned some more fire to burn down what was left of his corpse...

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