#sassho

[kruularion-the-spectral-consumer]

Sassho Tochniya - Witch Hunter

Formet lazy computer geek, turned mental wreck, turned murderous psycho, turned part time bounty hunter.

Specialty - Killing Clowns

If you spot a certain purple blooded witch...give him a call.

[kruularion-the-spectral-consumer]

>Why do I continue to put up with you?.... >Because I am both the only decent and greatest person in your life, dumbass. >....I have a matesprit, you bitch.... >Still doesn’t change my s-WAIT WHAT?!

smol gift for @lagomorpha-hellraisa ^w^ (Beltane belongs to her)

[kruularion-the-spectral-consumer]

Black Reunion(Closed RP)

The day had just settled, but the little one had not been able to sleep for a while, so his sis had to utilize her powers to set him in a deep slumber in order to rest properly.

Once sure that he was soundly sleeping, Beltane made her way downstairs for some late day research. There was a particular topic going about that had raised her curiosity out of worry - the string of of purple blood murders that had been going on for several sweeps now. “The Purple Extermination” the tabloids called it. Each clown or other representative of the caste getting more and more severely brutalized, their blood used to leave cryptic messages. She was walking down one of the hallways as she looked through a file of the most recent reported case. Eerily similar to the majority of the others, the subjugglator of the district was reportedly riled out of his hive, went on a rampage through the local rust ghetto, causing the residents to scatter only hearing the sounds of gunshots and fighting. Once everything quieted down and the drones and legislacerators arrived at the scene, the clown was already dead.

Beltane looked at the pictures of the crime scene, mainly focusing on one of the victim taken from the front. The bulk of the purple blood was riddled with bullet holes, some larger than others, his horns snapped and jammed into his chest, nailing him to the wall, one arm contorted in such a manner that it was pointing forward. The angle of the shot made it seem like the deceased face was pointing right towards her. And next to the corpse, the message:  “I found you” “I am coming”

The report speculated that the message was referring to the subjugglator overseer of the planet, who had been urged to change her location for her safety, but something felt uncomfortably off about that guess.

As she pondered, the window she had passed shattered, the sound of something thudding on the floor being followed by the click of a gun.

“After all this time, I finally fucking found you.” A voice filled with malice addressed her. “While annoying, it was kind of nice to see that you didn’t lose your edge when it comes to covering your tracks.” A short pause followed, before the voice commanded. “Turn around.”

When she did, she was confronted by an indigo male with broken horns, clad head to toe in equipment and armaments, a pair of goggles raised over his forehead, making his face completely visible.

“Sup, wbitch.”