“ this is a new low, even by your standards.” red / leviathan
@armsdealing | a demon and a hunter walk into a bar...
“Yeah well you’re not my real dad so...” Levi pushed his hands into the open gap inside the gut of the girl. “I don’t really care.”
He had found the girl, mostly-somewhat already dead gnawing on the bartenders face. Now he had reached into her and found the parasite controlling her body. A ravaged, slugy and snake like thing muddled in veneer casing itself between the meat of her chest borrowing through her heart. It wiggled and squirmed between his fingers now, a slip opened up at the tip of it, small sharp teeth exposed ready to bite but he crushed it before it could and dropped it to the floor.
He looked at the girl again, he knew her. Quiet reserved but a kind fae who he worked with at the aquarium. She’d never caused trouble or called for attention so before he could wonder what would do such a vile thing to her-her memory was shadowed with the presence of Red’s distinguishable cowboy boots.
He looked up at him and stood from his crouching, Levi’s hands still dripping in blood unfurl from their fists.
“What?” he asks,There’s no real tension in his voice but Levi could practically smell the disgust in the air.
“Oh, you think I did this don’t you?” There’s a short laugh that comes from him before he looks at the girl again, “I guess I would, wouldn’t I?” Levi moves around Red and clutches a white table cloth off one of the booths in the rear corner of the ball, He places it over her dead body before picking her up.
“I’m going to go bury her.” he states not adding the and don’t try to stop me’ part because it should be simply implied, because all the things they haven’t said to each other is always as powerful intense as everything that is.
“She deserves a good one.” He mutters as he heads for the door. “Oh, you can stay around and watch the worms eat the rest of the bartenders face or you can come help me cowboy, burying fae ain’t easy, s’your choice.”