#the final confrontation

[red-dead-muses]

"The final confrontation."

Tags: @howdycowpokes @magpies-and-mysteries @shad-art @ripvvanwinkle @just-a-lone-soul @quietasamouss @doethelittlecowpoke @samaelmntzrp

TW: does involve mention of blood/gore.

Dylan... doesn't take advice. At least. Not when it seems to matter. He made two deals in one go. In two weeks tops. To that Kitsune lady, then to Satan himself. Again.

now that kitsune was dead... Dylan... had another thing to appease. The devil had been nice enough to wait a week; not enough for Dylan to fully heal but what can you do. The boy had gotten his 'soul contract' from Mag too, so that was settled. Damn that soul going back into the piece if paper.

Now the boy was asleep, curled up into himself, trembling, breaths shuddering, tail lashing. But not because of the cold...

He was in hell.

Again.

fuck it all. Dylan was in his fox form, glaring up at the large beast who snarled. "We made a DEAL!"

"Annoying ain't it, when soneone doesn't stick to their word!?" Dylan snapped back, puffing his chest out, fur bristling. "You can't touch my soul neither!"

"I'll hurt you! I'll go after the others!" Satan howled, tail whipping the ground. "I'll haunt you!!!"

Dylan sneered. "You'd do that with my soul anyway. I don't need you. I don't need my soul in my body. I can feel just fine! I don't need it in my body!"

The devil grew angry, roaring and slamming his tail into Dylans side, sending the fox into a tree. Dylan yelped as he heard a crack, but didn't let himself stay down. He would not stay down.

The cross devil fox slowly got back up, eye raging too. He dug into his pouch and pulled out the contract. Hell with it. "You want this!? YOU WANT IT SO FUCKIN' BAD!?"

Just as the devil was about to swipe it, Dylan... Tore into the paper. Satan watched in horror as papers shreds fell to the misty red ground, burning into flames at the contact. A soul... with it.

The boy spat out the remaining pieces, barking. "TAKE IT NOW! GO ON! IT'S ALL YOURS!" He laughed madly, having the upper hand yet again the feeling euphoric. "C'mon don't you want it!"

"You...FOOL!" The goat howled again, slamming his talons down. "YOU HAVE GIVEN YOURSELF UP!"

"I HAVE GIVEN UP NOTHING BUT A CHAIN! I AM NO VESSEL! MY NAME IS DYLAN DAVIS! I AM ME! I AM NO TOY! I GAVE KILLED FINN!" Dylan stood tall, tail lashing. "I AM-"

He was cut off as the air exited him, and he found himself on his back, held down by a gaint palm. Satan's eyes flared, smoke curling around his horns. "You have messed it all up. You. Are. Useless. You had purpose. You had use."

"You have conned me for the last time, boy. I have left scars of my existence. Yet you have not learned." He didn't smirk, voice oddly cold. Calm. "You shall never learn. And you will never live the life you want."

"Not without your core."

Dylan scoffed out a grunt, squirming. "Please, I can live without my soul, i-"

But that's not what the devil meant. For he plunged a large sharp claw... into Dylans chest. Straight into the beating heart. The boy didn't even have time to react as Satan yanked the whole organ out, blood gushing and pooling the floor.

He didn't laugh, instead watched as Dylans body convulsed, gasping. Writhing. Pleading.

"You are nothing. You will always be nothing. Nobody needs you, and Nobody will have you. Not like this." He squeezed the heart until it popped.

Then he grabbed dylans body, lifted him, and dropped it. Dylan plunged into a void portal, blood following as he fell down... down... down.

Into the forest of Earth, blood coating his fur and staining the frosted green around. But... in his place of a heart, a rose and vines were replacing the functions....winding around the inside...

[jane-lane-fanboy]

Jane and Cybersix wearing glasses. From the second Daria episode "The Invitation" and the 13th and final Cybersix episode "The Final Confrontation" respectively.

[quarkmaster]

The Final Confrontation

This illustration was painted for the GP Tokyo 2016 playmat.

Mike "Daarken" Lim

[toxicfunkylittlecrazy]

Me: I'm going to write all night babey...

Also me: *starts doing moodboards and power points on character details on the OC instead of actually writing the story*

[lunaathorne]

I mean most Agatha Christie novels mess me up but hallowe'en party........that shit on some other level, scared the living hell out of me as a kid and still........

[fhear]

The Final Confrontation

[anastasiawritingfics]

When It’s Time Ch. 12 sneak peek under the cut.

He flopped down on the bed, inhaling the dust coming from his pillows, and covered his eyes with an arm. He was in the middle of digging in his fogged mind for a way to tell Jehan he was back when he felt his eyes giving in to sleep. He dozed off for a while, and it wasn’t until he heard a loud thud coming from the next room, followed by a soft whimper, that he decided to get up. As he opened the door slowly, prolonging the inevitable confrontation as much as he could, he saw Jehan sitting on the floor outside of his own bedroom and covering his face with his hands; he was clenching his phone in one of them so tightly that Grantaire almost could hear it cracking. He forgot about all his wariness and approached him quickly; Jehan wasn’t crying, as far as Grantaire could tell, but he certainly looked defeated.

“Jehan?” he whispered, mere inches away from him.

Big mistake.

Jehan crawled backwards instinctively, lifting his head in panic and forcing his eyes to focus on the source of the voice. “What are you doing here?” the young man gasped, defensively.

Grantaire bit his lip. “I thought you said this would always be my home.” His tone was playful, trying to lighten up the mood, but his voice came out uncertain by the end of the sentence, making it sound like a question or a plea.

Jehan blinked a couple of times and his eyes widened once he recognized him. “Oh… Of- of course this is your home, Grantaire,” he assured, as if by saying his name he was making sure Grantaire was real. “It’s just… I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

Where else could I be?, he thought, but saying it aloud wasn’t an option; they both knew where else he would be if things hadn’t gone horribly, horribly wrong. “Were you expecting someone el- what happened to your face?”

[cryogenicgoggles]