He's really trying guys

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He's really trying guys
Man-eater
TW/CW: Blood, implied cannibalism, mildly disturbing imagery, spoilers for Malevolent s2
A little prison pits piece i drew some time ago cuz the picture woudln't leave my head. I like how it turned out tbh :3
DEVOUR DEVOUR DEVOUR DEVOUR DEVOUR
in the prison pits Arthur was definitely deficient of Everything,,
do you think everytime he stood up John's vision would black out for a few seconds??
Showing my mom malevolent
Its only going to get worse
How can it possibly get worse??
Depends, how do you feel about canibalism?
Thinking about the prison pits. Thinking about the seething anger between John and Arthur. Thinking about how, at first, after killing Faust, Arthur was glad John had to relive that death every time he ate. About how tensions grew, about how, eventually, they snapped. About John calling Arthur selfish, admitting that he felt like he was truly dying when Arthur ate, admiting he could feel his windpipe being crushed and thumbs pressing into his eye sockets. How Arthur would mutter some excuse about needing to ration the remains of Faust the next day. How, eventually, Arthur would simply refuse to eat. Because the King had won, and John had died over and over by his hand, and he couldn't do that to the only person he had left anymore.
Thinking about John talking him back into eating. About Arthur apologizing every time. About how they'd comfort each other in the horrible afterward. How they'd finally learned to be gentle with each other. Loving, even. How Arthur would hold John's hand and murmur his apologies. How John would card his fingers through Arthur's hair to try and help him sleep through the nightmares.
Thinking about the prison pits, and John and Arthur, and care found burried in horror and hatred.