#v;;eldritch

[rebeldritch]

he doesn’t know if he’s supposed to be another plaything or a victim of poor circumstance but it doesn’t matter. hands are stuffed into pockets as a sharp right takes him down through a dark alley; the perfect place for whatever dark deeds were planned to take place. he stops in the middle of the alley. frozen like a statue. 

the darkness around them becomes suffocating before reality melts around them leaving a vast emptiness. he is illuminated by a single streetlamp that hangs above his head. through the pitch black of his shadow, a single eye the size of his entire head slowly cracks open. it remains unblinking and lifeless as the pupil focuses directly onto her petite form. his voice resonates from all directions. he is inescapable. “i don’t think you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” (@rootkill)

[rebeldritch]

blood was painted across the alley wall like the blossoming of a putrid rose. intestines have been pulled out like rope in a viscous tug of war with something that’s no longer recognizable as human. a foot scuffs along concrete, kicking a mix of rubble flesh across the pavement as he approaches. it’s silent, the only sound coming from the busy street at the end of the alley. he’s behind the man in an instant, as though the distance between them was crossed in the blink of an eye. “-------what do you think did it?” he knows the answer. but curiosity certainly killed. . . .well, you get the picture. ( @bloodromeo )

[rebeldritch]

unlit. a cigarette dangles limp from his lips. just barely held in place with one hand, the other hand searches through his pockets. his lighter is nowhere to be found. eyes slip shut in an all-too-familiar manner and in an instant he can see the yellow bic sitting on a dresser in his apartment. when they re-open, empty black orbs settle on a nearby stranger. “got a light?”

[rebeldritch]

“what was it like?” there is an almost scary amount of genuine curiosity written plainly across his voice. for some people the afterlife was a beautiful choir behind pearly gates. for others it was pain and endless suffering. and for some, the layers of their mind are peeled away and devoured like an over ripe fruit. the sweet nectar of their existence dripping from the gaping maw of the monster that consumed them. “did it hurt?” they don’t know each other, but they don’t need to.  ( @kxllerblond )

[rebeldritch]

“ i used to be JUST like you.” the words fall from his lips with a far-off fondness. his smile is less-so. he can see more than just himself in the other, he can see humanity. a sigh escapes him at the thought of how alien the concept seems to him now. “and then i died. take that as you will.” ( @elrabid )

[rebeldritch]

“i swear----” he heard the door to his house crack open and instantly sighed. he was like a magnet for these brats. and since moving an entire damn house to another plane would be a real pain in his ass, it seemed like he was going to have to put up with every idiot with an EKG calling themselves a paranormal investigator. blackness enveloped his form, allowing him to reappear in the foyer in the blink of an eye, still the shape of a human but empty and black.  his voice rippled outward from the inky void. “the only way i’m letting you into this house is if you’ve got girl scout cookies. otherwise i’d suggest y’leave.” ( @paranormative )

[rebeldritch]

“ain’t it kind of dull?” his head is tilted. wondering how someone can spend their life toying with the souls of others. “i know i’d get pretty damn bored if i was the equivalent of hell’s collection lawyer.” his tone is clearly teasing, but his expression reads of genuine curiosity.  ( @hellfirebound )

[rebeldritch]

he gets into trouble like this just to feel again. his head is split like cracked marble.  a broken renaissance sculpture bleeding divinity onto this stone pedestal. blood pools around his head like a halo, framing such artistic destruction. ivory white cuts through the deep reds staining his skin as a crooked smile splits his features in two. “----maybe you should try the gun,” he snorts with laughter. not at the pitiful attempts to kill him, but at the simple fact that he can finally feel something other than emptiness. ( @slcaria )