DAMNATION, MALICE – REVENGE.
three words he knew well, all too well (built from the hands of a man once held in high regard by the hunter, blood that ran thick with peeking vexation before finally– he found himself bound.) how many deaths had he been ‘saved’ from? — COUNTLESS! hands of salvation gripping along his spine, knuckles as white as ghosts, refusing to let him rest. a creature not even GOD would grace, one he’d turn a blind eye to ( he was once a simple man, a rational & ambitious man, but no longer does he stand in that light; the light of heaven turned from the once reluctant killer. certainly not, he is no adam – he is the snake that damned he && eve. )
a monster, they say ( ‘ JACK THE RIPPER HAS TAKEN ANOTHER VICTIM! ‘ )
one unfeeling, he hears ( ‘ you’re acting quite the brute, you know! ‘ )
&& perhaps, they’re right.
habits cease to lay && perish, much like he; work taking high priority over any other, pulling him into its clutches, && he follows obediently. lead with the promise of distraction ; promise of MEANING ; from sins unforgivable, guilt that follows him loyally ; for a life that lost it so long ago. at the very least, he believes, it once helped him learn how to track these DEMONS (their scent was atrocious, more horrid than rotting corpses he was once familiar with), how to dispose of them with ease. now, however – well, there’s not much they can do to teach him, not anymore.
‘ oh-? i’d think a man as old as you
would begin to feel the agony from
his bones. or are you in denial? ‘
childish banter, chitter chatter – something he’d push away, not too long ago. cut to the chase, spit it out. he wonders how many times he’s said it to the detective. BUT NOW, IT’S WELCOMED (help him, you beast of the shadows; purge the memory of his mistake from his mind! a hell brought by fate, hands of the devil grasping those innocent && young – && for what? a deranged mans HOPE? to revive a resting love– subject her to an even worse ending!)
‘ aren’t you quite the gentleman. ‘
the bow receives little change in his expression, a slight pull of lips to continue their climb up cheeks, closer && closer to a new scar. one so unlike the others, one he will always remember (most fights were forgotten, little need for them to linger in his mind. but, alas… the mother && her child.. he knows they’ll stay fresh within his mind!)
but – he won’t waste anymore time, leading the other through shadowed streets && alleyways (some reek of alcohol, others with subtle hints of lingering death.) head picks up, turning this way && that way, as they come to a breaking path, where he stops.
&& where he gets a thought.
‘ i’ve got a test, for you. ‘
hand lifts, waving at the two paths before them – one leads to NOTHING, the other to their target (its stench reaches his nose, trained to recognize those that crawl from the depths of hell.) excuse him for his curiosity! he’s willing to spare some moonlight for this…
‘ tell me, holmes. which path leads to the host? ‘
AT BEST, VICTOR IS honest. honest in the blood & in the way he acts-- however infuriating it would be. a trait found rarely; some type of genuinety left hidden under layers of violence & soiled grace. in that aspect, holmes won’t be hesitant to admit tender admiration for the hunter. ( who better than a born liar to determine someone’s honesty? who better than guarded souls to judge another? tell him of why the damned cannot lay down truthful judgements ; so called gods have forced man & beast to work alongside each other, forgiving sins from one man to his beasts ; forgiving uninvolved blood spilled in ‘their’ name. )
EYES FLICKER TO MEET victor’s gaze as he voices his reply. voice carefully molded to seem playful & at ease but this creature knows it’s a distraction. he knows of the cost paid in that dreadful place. of the way the boy screamed out his damnation. it raises his curiosity, eyes half lid as his head turns to face ahead. exactly how would this man-turned-beast react if holmes voiced a bittersweet comfort? sweetly bitter with the truths of their shared life? like it or not, the lass was a doomed lamb, a sacrifice for mankind’s sick desire to rework death.
“ i would be more worried about you, victor. you’re quite the daredevil, aren’t you? running around in the dead of night-- who knows what could be lurking just out of sight. “
AS MUCH AS HE may want to direct their conversation to more pressing matters, holmes allows victor to continue their banter. let him run! if only for a few breaths longer! let him run from the demons writhing under his feet, grasping up for any purchase to pull him down, further & further into the hell he deserves. let him delay his wretched fate.
( they all succumb in the end ; both he & the heir bear witness to this. )
( they trip & they fall, then they are taken whole. )
( oh, what holmes would do if only to stop one. )
CURIOSITY IS FED BY victor’s words, drawing his gaze back to the hunter. they’ve been walking for some time, so why have they stopped? bluejay hues watch his hand raise, lingering on the intersection before them. crossing paths, hm? how interesting.
“ you ought to choose more difficult tests. “ HIS TONE IS LEISUROUS, stepping past victor. casting him a golden hued side glance, assured in his own abilities. a gentle exhale comes from the detective, looking ahead. it shouldn’t take long, focus coming in by nature. ‘see’ the wisps of creatures long gone, & ‘hear’ their steps on the gravel below.
( they say the heir had the devil’s eyes, unlike mother’s blue & unlike father’s brown. in their place, a golden touch. ‘ surely, she is the devil’s daughter! ‘ they cried out in fear, ‘ rid her from our village! take her back to whence she came! ‘ )
A MOMENT IS ALL holmes needs. wisps & the faint scent of decay touching the gravel is enough to make him determine a path. hands rest in his pockets, glancing back to victor as he takes a step forward the left path. there’s an amused smile on his features, gold now turned blue.
“ what ever happened to ‘we’re wasting moonlight’ ? “ COME NOW, WRETCHED BEAST, he will not be stalled by your games. they’ve quite the quota to fill tonight now, let him see just how sharp your teeth are ; show him what others fail to realize, show him your ‘namesake’, ripper.
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