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The Splintered Crown [Heavy Development Thread: Open]
Sun Jan 24, 2016 11:18 am
Artist: Eden Project - Song: Kairos - Word Count: 1001 -
His eyes sat converging over the distance the coming storm a darkness that rippled around the very core of the world, the hood over his head covering the mans face his hair hiding that which the shadows would not. It was the corruptibility of desecration that lead him here, the world was lead by a chain and none would take the key and be unshackled, they prefer the crippling brace around their legs binding them to walking free.
Stained crimson, a sight he had come to know so often that it was pathetic to see the recourse of actions such as this, to watch the visions of life lay in his head with only remorse. He was the entity that brought destruction and exuberance, he was simply the darkness personified and he encapsulated the idea of becoming hate... becoming severance of sin and regret ... he was the truest of corporal abnormality ... a unwanted monster that lingered in tales, the boogeyman one would come to fear .... but more than anything he was alone ... only death would be his companion and in turn he welcomed its embrace.
The monster crouched looking over the bloodshed here his fingers running through the blood. He had been what one may consider a son of slaughter for so long but to be the man in front of him was not a victim of death ... it was a substance that would be taken to the brink and held from it. A being in his way, pieces of its body torn leaving barely an arm and part of one leg, organs slowly dripping out as he continuously screamed. He was given a chance, an opportunity to embrace death or drive through the pain and take the dark road. The choice was elaborated as his, but it was more the choice of his hearts ability to beat ... would it fail under the weight of stress, after all cardiac arrest was usually the cause of death in these situations ... that and blood loss.
His hand brushed back the mans hair ruffling it a little as he rose up, all fight gone from the man as he simply pleaded for death. The envoy of darkness however would just quietly shush the man rising as he stared at others in front of his the pure ripples of death rising from his backside forming wings of black. His hand rising as the hair trailed from one of this monsters eyes revealing the black sclera and crimson irises. The piercing defiance and demonic instability enough to send even these true demons into shock ... they had met the true equivalent of their god .. and he wasn't fresh out of mercy ... he had none to begin with.
Collect the woman who proclaims herself queen of madness, i wish to speak.
his gaze returned to the man bellow as he waited, the mans organs by this point were already outside his body the intestines dangling as his lungs resonated against his utterly torn apart ribs, the bone slightly piercing it as he breathed. He was a mess that evoked this fate upon himself in more ways than one, he was a victim of circumstance, if he had avoided confrontation with the beast above him he may yet live but the darkness consumed him for the simple sin of not knowing who he had placed his hand on, thinking a figure clad in black was just another being of morality and essence, a demon and kin who overstepped his bound ... needless to say that hand was gone before he could even regret his sin.
his feet trod through the blood each step splashing a little up into the face of his near lifeless victim on the ground bellow, this mans vision faded watching the proverbial monster sit before him removing his hood showing the face of darkness for the first time. His heart was truly black and the darkness held him like a brother... that's why he was truly the heart of death and darkness.
The mans arms folded over his chest as his lingering traces of darkness receded into his back, the wings of death receding as he await the need to unleash them once more. His thoughts were something nor mortal being could ponder at no man could assume he was an entity unlike most a being born of something entirely different to them yet he still sat here allowing them breath, a kindness maybe .. or a calming site deaths true intent, needed death not mindless violence. The thought could however be extinguished that he showed kindness, those even within his vicinity at the moment would be faced with terror beyond belief their vision encompassing fear they could never bear the weight of his very soul ... or lack thereof to much to even stand without vomiting blood. He was death and the spawn of unworthiness and weakness around him were to die under the grasp of deaths embodiment.
The black hair sway in the cool air as he watch the man before him pass his red and black eyes almost showing a disheartened look to them, a pity it was to see light taken from the eyes of those with opportunity to grasp their fate and continue walking .... nostalgic even. His hands clasped together as this mans tattoos glowed irradiating a deep hue of death from them ... and then that soul was his... death called to many but the souls he claimed were his forever the reminder of his monstrosity and his curse. The words then slipped from his mouth not for others but mainly for himself, he knew not who may come here after all this was their home and he was a walking its hallowed grounds what awaited was simply the fate of deaths envoy ... the fate of the being who sat here in wait... the fate of Wolf Lionus.
This is choice that lingers ...choice of what happens when darkness and death is all one has... i wonder what you know of death ... Mana Asthavon