" They used to call me the Devil of Whitechapel. I always preferred Ripper instead. Devils are so boring." (Whitechcpel)
Looking at his claws like he's inspecting them. "Oh yeah?"
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" They used to call me the Devil of Whitechapel. I always preferred Ripper instead. Devils are so boring." (Whitechcpel)
Looking at his claws like he's inspecting them. "Oh yeah?"
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Jack and his two surviving grandchildren were there to deliver Christmas presents to Eve and Cain. The Ripper looked like he would rather gut himself but his granddaughters Maria and Sarafina had asked him.
But it was clear that the first of the slashers looked broken and lost. But refusing to allow almost anyone to go near him.
“….Merry Holidays.”
"Is... this a trick?" Eve paused. Her nails dug into the frame. Eve swore she did believe that forgiveness was holy, that you should do your best to push past your pain. But that didn't mean she trusted this.
"I'd be happy to give you a cookie plate, but... I'm sure you understand my hesitance here. After everything that's come between us."
Meanwhile, Cain was standing behind his mother, ready to throw himself forward at the slightest provocation. His hands bleeding all over the gifts handed to them.
” Who wants to be good and righteous? It’s so bloody boring.”
(Whitechcpel)
"If the idea of becoming a better person is so revolting to you, Jack, maybe you shouldn't be here!"
"This is a place of healing, and you are a festering boil on its surface with your constant interruptions."
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“ You have so much hope and love for someone damned by Him.”
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"In a world that treats blind obedience as morally upright, hope for a better future is an act of rebellion. Kindness itself, is spite."
"My Father is a fool. He made me to redeem those who have sinned, and so I shall- and he will not stop me from fulfilling my purpose."
" I am the father of monsters." (Whitechcpel) *tosses him at Sin or Eve lol*
"Funny... I don't remember sleeping with you. And as the mother of monsterkind," She swooped down on him, like a hawk diving for prey, "I think I get the final say. Even if you are one of my son's favorites, I don't remember claiming you as mine. But... you have brought blood and torment to the world." Two of her favorite flavors.
@whitechcpel " I don't know what love is or how it is to truly be loved. Maybe we can be unloved together.
"At least you have your ripperlings. Your granddaughters." Sin pointed out. She understood what he was trying to say, better than most, but there was still a clear difference between the two. While they both were abandoned, someone eventually came for the Ripper. The same couldn't be said for Sin.
"I was sorry to hear what happened with that angel. Very tragic. You should violently kill her." Sin's face almost looked sympathetic. Family was very important - she should have ripped every angel to shreds for what they'd already done to her dear family.
A photo was left at Eve’s door, yellow smeared on it. There was Abel,tied to a chair, his wings twisted like someone had snapped them.
That someone…named Jack.
Come find me
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A photo is returned to Jack. Less frightening - at first. Just a picture of a young goth girl coming out a store. It is the bloody handprint on the back - far too large for Eve - that sends the message.
Two can play your game.
Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain
( Jack with Cain because holy heck…he’s ANGRY.)
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"... I don't know why you are upset with me when it was your own ally who did everything," Cain kept his face painfully calm, "But, be angry with me. Your hatred does me no harm and should you act... that will be a punishment for you, not me." Ever so gently, he took Jack's hand away from his neck and simply held it. Not painfully (yet) but firmly, not letting go just yet.