Blood On The Doorstep, phase one begining

It brought some semblance of hope some emergence of enticement that made them cling to life where only disdain should lay .... they were pathetic, gulls chasing the chips thrown at their feet clawing at each other for some scraps... scavengers.

Toras hands shoke as he walked, the violent mind had been so stagnant awaiting the enticement of some gentle soft skin to tear away at, the ideal of flaying someone whilst they screamed was always a sight he liked to behold after all the ones who never stopped crying where the ones so easy to twist so easy to mark as his. This place closed in around him a box that was like a cell, a cage trapping the ever engulfing semblance of freedom these people were truly the sick ones hoping for some sort of true peace some sort of coexistence that allowed the world to beckon under them like they were the things that stalked the night whilst others hid in the veil of darkness hoping not to be found. But Tora was not hiding ... he was carving upon their friends, there loved ones, their family ... their peace.

Those screams that passed through, begs and cries where so pathetic. Nothing continued to consume the darkness of this streets as much as the begging for death as the sound of something being dragged along the asphalt that was this road. The footsteps touching through the air as some came from their houses yelling and screaming as a figure became apparent from the darkness. Behind this small blackened figure lay a trail of hair connected to a girl girl covered in cuts eyes streaming with tears as parts of her hair were ripped from her scalp. Men moved forward screaming at this shadowed evil to put her down or die ... all before blood exploded from their mouths the figures free hand slightly rising upwards as these people screamed the tissue behind their neck tearing outwards as a snap was hear dropping 10 men alone to their faces their spines being dragged through the opening as they fell by some seemingly invisible force leaving them dead where they stood. Even in a monsters den this was something that stirred only under the true quake of darkness... and the cracking broken toned almost animalistic voice that came forth was true to that nature as it trailed forth with a single word.

Kin~

This sound however was met with the following of the atrocity to come next. This girl begged speaking of love for the being above her the want for life pleading trying to grasp at the legs of what seemed outwardly as something set to become her end, she saw something as a connection ... a severed connection however. Toras boot slammed into the side of her face, cracking her jaw bone upon impact into simple shards. Her cries of pain were more muffled her hands shook as she reeled onto the ground trying to crawl away now she was free from Toras grasp,but as she clung her fingernails across the ground digging them through till blood poured out trying to drag herself away a hand would reach out and take her. The girls leg broke under the pressure exhorted by the simple clap like grip round it. IT dragged her face along the rubble back to him as he leaned in brushing the hair from her eyes staring into it as her eyes seemed to revert from fear to some form of relief.. all to be trampled away.

The man savagely flipped her from her stomach to her back using her hair as as sort of lever for this action, slamming her head to the ground in the process leaving her dazed and quiet for once. From her his hands trailed down to a part of her he was familiar with his knife sliding from its position at his side before driving into this woman's nether's ripping away and pouring forth blood and tissue that were just torn apart and cut out with his knife, the girl herself was in shock so quickly that her heart stopped beating before tora was even half way through, and once he'd reached his goal he simply yanked free a piece of her that lay within his hands as his eyes pondered over this small street, no man came forth to help her all knew what this evil that lay before them was, and all feared its path tread. Defenses may come but his own hive network was already infecting that of K worlds own inner systems purging files offering a small distraction .. all before broadcasting from a small camera floating above him the entire scene. Delaying their defenses was one thing to prevent interruption, but he feared not for them for declaring an attack on him here was a deceleration of war, a war neither of these pure embodiment void of light needed, this woman was his and he was making an example, those in his path were collateral and nothing else dismissing alliances for something as petty as killing one of his own people was something pathetic in ideals.

the smell of corpses, the rotting flesh as though it had been here for some time began wafting as toras hand devoid of this piece of the girl trailed along her stomach before rising up turning to stare behind him into the fading sun, pieces of her were missing, carved away or ripped apart with his teeth like a vulture was picking from its flesh earlier, the eyes stained with nothingness as they searched for some glance of hope. Tora stood his back to his little camera as his free hand not holding his prize held his dagger. Carving through his face, the mans jaw already exposed as he turned to see what seemed to be something he didn't expect in the form of citizens moving around him staring at the carnage he claimed, Witnesses. The skin of his left cheek and bellow gone leaving only the bloody meat of tora. sitting in his hands as he rose them open for this crowd gathered round was something so grotesque one may not encompass just what this was, what he had pulled from this woman now lying on the floor blood soaking the black tar beneath her that each footstep these sickened people took exposed further with splashes of blood, her legs spread and innards spewed bellow her showed that this man had enclosed the ideal taking what he claimed in the most literal sense.

It's serene, no? pretty things running with blood, its always odd to see how they scream. Carving into the womb of something so tender, so soft ... then plucking out pieces whilst waiting.... I think she thought it was going to be a boy?



With the words simply uncaring drifting forth would turn the fetus in his hand covered in rot as he pulled it to his mouth sinking fangs into the miscarried things neck tearing the muscle away as the dark red surrounded his lips running down his mouth and soaking his already stained white jacket with more red. The trailing smile on his lips never truly faded, the madness in this mans soul sat within his eyes hidden by his white coated hair, the evil that defined him was something more exclusive to the ideal of want then need, and right now it was not necessity that bought him here but simple constructive benefit. His hands trailed along what may had once been this pre birth infants head before gripping the two half's of this thing one could call a child and tore the deformed and soft tissue apart the ripping sound carrying through the silence as blood poured once more, the only thing remotely excusing this sickening sound was the opposing noise of one of these pathetic meaningless people throwing up in pure disgust, reeling over as they watched this psychopath at work. and as it was complete he simply spread this mes of blood and gore outwards dropping it to the black bellow .... road kill in the worst kind of sense.

Toras mind craved no attention no empathy or semblance of thought for others .. he was something outside logic and outside reason. there was a simple idea within his head, the idea that people no matter the way things were had equality within them beyond the capability of any real reason, so therefore if everyone is equal in worth everyone is equal within the eyes of need for death,be it child or old man the actions of ones life decided their true value for those with the strive for something greater than themselves were inclined to something much more than that.

Now this is rude, i come here to speak to a king yet i'm greeted by silence and disgust.... you know something i feel wounded <3 aroused .... but wounded.

With his voice seeping forth his feet fell to the ground one by one as he walked, the crowd that had gathered quickly dispersing running to their homes and fleeing the streets as the white haired male came dropping upon the stomach of his once former love the left over insides pouring out as he chest compressed form his weight, intestines and organs dropping from his carved hole, his hand crashing down smashing the blade of his knife into the girls head as he twisted it round and round laughing to himself growing in stature till the maniacal hysteria rang through silenced completely as he stared upwards that demonic shit eating grin still there ... peace was simple it was these moments that made them that little bit more interesting.