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later, when the air has stilled and they are alone again, they rage, circling the ivory arches of their throne room like a caged animal. rage to mirror their dearest brother's; fury that fills them more than the worship of their people ever could. even as an elder god they are not known for their anger, not really, but, even as they pace, a restless, cold, cold, resentment that sits in the hollow where a heart once pulsed and laps at the rotting edges of their mind.

pointed teeth gnash and click and golden ichor drips from a shredded throat as a pained shriek of indignation rips from between colourless ( corpse - like ) lips. despite their cheerful, easygoing, nature they take no delight in their OWN humiliation --they were created to be better-- and now they can only seethe and SCREAM as a dissonant medley of shouldhaveswouldhavescouldhaves collect in what remains of their mind.

their angels have long gone, ( as if, somehow, in the last shreds of their collective conscious they were able to sense their god's displeasure ) and so there is no one to stop them as they strike trenches into the pristine marble of their chambers, monstrous form spitting scorching light; testament to their holy wrath. ` it isn't FAIR ! ` as the infant would cry, desperately wiping evaporating tears from doubled optics, ` it just isn't FAIR ! `

------THEY WERE CREATED TO BE BETTER; they, the second ' son ', the STORM GOD; the abomination; the fucking DIRECTOR OF ALL TRAGEDIES, created to overcome their PITIFUL, hopeless, lover of a brother and his DISGUSTING partner; they were created to be flawless ( of LUXE itself ) yet, they cannot even bring themselves to SPIT in their brother's face for his own fallacy.

` f -- f -- fumy ... HA, as if this was ever about those BRATS ! you, o SCUM, raised your own downfall ! your own DEMISE, my love, MY DEAREST, brother, big brother ---- you, you fucking F I L T H ! `

soles spin against marble tiling as white - knuckled grip is driven into the stone likenesses of the ancient phantoms that even now dwell in their mind, pulling at the fractured edges of twin personae and compelling them to join again, TO BE WHOLE AND AS ONE, and even as their palace shatters at their fingertips they pace, voice reaching ungodly pitch to shatter glass and fracture bone.

behind the noise and the LIGHT they feel themselves coming apart again ( and again and again and again ), cracking further and they laugh then, hysterical peals that skate, breathless, from between their lips and spill into the maddening silence of their palace. woman and man speak in harmony, demanding the reason for their fury, and they do not provide an answer but crazed laughter. they had wanted even numbers; they had wanted everything to match up again; and they had wanted for him to CRASH and BURN.

pitiful, foolish, brother---- the eldest of them all, yet too STUPID to realise that the children of a monster must be, in turn, monsters themselves.

` a - aaah, lovely little fumy, too stupid t -- to realise that i was j~ust trying to help !

you wanted me to raise them ? HEHE, you hate them more than i thought. i, the beast ...

tell me, tell me for certain. is that what would've made you happy ? a DEFECT mothering your children ? would it clear your conscience, for me to have taken them in from the start, FUMY ? for me to have them ROT ?

because that is s i c k.

speak on of responsibility, dearest brother---- it's no W O N D E R your kingdom is dying.

you look at WEAPONS and see CHILDREN, then c o m p l a i n when they deform; when their CREATOR tries to save you from them.

HEHE, i knew you hated me, knew you hated them, but not this much.

never this much.

what will you do, fumy ? when they grow ? when they finally EAT YOU WHOLE ?

WHAT CAN YOU DO, FUMY ?

haa, there's no wonder you're daddy's favourite. i'm a delusional monster, but so are your little BABIES.

what are you ? aside from SICK ?

aside from a FAILURE of a father ? `

man and woman jeer and complain in turn for their statements are, above all, honest, but they pay the chattering voices no heed. they are no ' lord ' nor ' lady ' ; they are simply ELUX, and as their rage dies down, they settle and begin to await their brother's final death again.

#smokinghotgod #;;ic #( tfw ur 2 scared to reply to god shinya so u type out this giant drabble/semi-reply )#( goodby )#( but ye. elux is unable to make sense of their thoughts but they're still p fuckin angry B) )

smokinghotgod said: what the fuck elux

` what can i say, babe ? to control you must also conquer, and you know that nothing's as fun as a bit of CHAOS. `

#smokinghotgod #;;ic #winks @@ my beautiful older brother #j o i n m e

Elwine: Death is this world's only salvation.

Fumus: hoe don't do it

Elwine: *allies self with enemy god*

Fumus: oh my god

#{ ❛ jerkass angel ◢ ;#( it rly confuses me wen ppl call me quality bc i dont even rp anymore i just )#smokinghotgod #( SWEATS )#( alternatively: 'oh my me' )

Okay yeah but what if one day, around sixteen years after Fumus gets Elwine and Nadine, Satanick comes to visit and he asks Fumus if he lives alone for Husband Purposes.

Fumus basically goes "yeah i just live with my two cats" and Satanick quietly rejoices. But when they reach Fumus' house and unlock the door Elwine and Nadine are standing there in their pyjamas and arguing over something and Fumus clears his throat and Elwine whips around and yells something like "Daddy, make her stop it!"

Dead silence. Fumus is regretting his choice of parenthood. And then Satanick looks Fumus dead in the eye and goes "fumus..... i never knew you liked highschool girls as well......"

Fumus punches Satanick in the jaw.

#{ .: out of wishes :. }#smokinghotgod #tagging you because.......