LIVE IN FEAR .

ah, he’s finally met someone just as gross as he. makes him all sorts of giddy; has to refrain from watching him, lest he grow more interested in the other. has to think about russ & how he’d feel. already allows guilt to riddle him when he fools around with tyler. rudi’s hand lifts, fingers touch where he’d been bitten. marks are gone, but skin still feels rather sensitive. he’d be happy to offer himself again, but for now he keeps it very simple. no overfeeding.  gaze lifts, interested in the man. who is he ? what is he. the ghoul blinks, a little behind on what he’s saying. is he fear itself ? that could be it— but fear doesn’t have a single form, right ? then again, this world is full of surprising things. big eyes widen with curiosity, head canting ever so slightly. “ nero—- “ his hand is kissed, grin returns & he giggles, bashful. he’s too much. “ a real gentleman fer someone so scary, if i do say so myself. s’a cool name though, nero. yous some kinda— um, some kinda boogeyman ? “

     seems as though the ghoul doesn’t fully understand , and that’s okay . he’s always willing to talk about himself , it’s part of his pridefulness . could talk about himself for days , weeks even . months . and why not  ??  there’s so much he could talk about . explain . as a being that has existed since the dawn of man , he never tires of having this conversation . ❝  boogeyman is simply just        a name they’ve given me over the last few centuries . you see , people always have to put a name to things they’re afraid of. makes them feel a bit better. ❞

       ❛ I’M almost surprised you didn’t show up for my initiation. quite a bit of fear there. ❜ he chuckles, gesturing by his left eye. ❛ it is tradition for my people to have … things done to them, to get them ready for their job. if all this happens, & you are judged unworthy, that’s too bad. ❜ quietly relieved he was worthy ; he’s a lover of pain but not to that extreme. that was the least pleasurable experience of his whole human - life. 

       he quirks a brow ; didn’t expect the other to know of him. ❛ ah, why be so formal ? ! i am emeritus. the third. but you need not go to that length. ❜ he can’t remember the name he had before. smirk tugs on the corner of his lips as he gazes up at the man. the body of child is forgotten, the two of them standing illuminated only by the dim streetlight on the park’s footpath. ❛ nero … ❜ name is purred off of forked tongue, & emeritus flourishes his hand in a little bow. ❛ it’s a pleasure to meet you. i do apologise if i am holding you up from dinner. ❜ he says, letting mismatched eyes wonder of the much taller being as well. he quite liked what he saw.

      stares at the eye , instantaneously gets a visualization of what had happened . perks of being all knowing . oh what a painful process , feels no remorse though . feels nothing but interest . finds his mismatched eyes to be quite an attractive thing . likes the unique appearances of man . that’s right . emeritus , the third . nero hadn’t met the other two , but he’s heard of them . has watched them from quite a distance . only seems fair to do the same for the third in line . ❝  the pleasure is all   MINE   ,  emeritus . ❞

       HE’S never been the biggest fan of long walks in the park, or on the beach, for that matter. but the daemon himself decides it’s time he make his presence known, outside of rituals. he finds himself drawn to a particular individual on his travels ; he smells of rot & decay & pungent darkness & emeritus smells like lust & adultery & communion wine. still, he steps forward.

       some little children who find it funny to skulk about in the night are watching them from afar as he approaches the other ; a skeleton’s grin across pallid features. emeritus finds it‘s rather close to the designs of his older brother ; he was a dangerous one.

       he’s fully robed, a papal’s crown atop of head, & latex - clad hands with golden claws beckon a child closer. boy draws nearer, transfixed. little scamp is about to say something snarky, something about halloween not being for a while yet, before the other man steps forward, & snuff’s out child’s light.

       emeritus would say he’s surprised. would say he’s perturbed.

       but he was murdered just to become the dark - pope.

       being stabbed through the eye & fed to devils is never fun.

       it was for him.

       ❛ i am little more than an unholy messenger. ❜ emeritus the third chuckles, a smirk on painted lips. ❛ but i suppose you are the beast under their beds, hmm ? ❜

        unholy indeed . he can smell the sin radiated off of the other , the overwhelming   STENCH   of lust fills the mans nose . consider him more interested than before . drops the child's corpse at his feet , resting a foot on the child's chest . he didn’t necessarily want to feed at the moment . nero simply just wanted the children to leave him and the stranger be . wanted some sort of privacy with the other . wanted other things too , but he pushes those thoughts to the back of his mind . ❝  you suppose correct . i’m under their beds . in their closets . in their basements . i’m even in their minds .           in   EVERYONE’S   mind.  ❞ 

     ❛      this  is  my  place.    leave  ,  now.      ❜          /      @childfright.

there’s a complete change of attitude towards him. it’s as if the man can read rudi’s mind; knows just how to make him swoon. weak. smoky gray eyes stare eagerly, the gentle touch accompanied by yet another endearment has him willing to comply to just about anything he says. a submissive creature, rudi allows his head to be pushed to the side. he offered him the taste, he won’t deny him it. it isn’t the first time teeth have broken skin, but it has been a while. body tenses & he has to clench teeth in order to not actually scream. it hurts, body wants to wriggle & writhe, break free, but when his hands meet the other’s shoulder it isn’t to shove him off. rather, long fingers grip tight, he holds onto him as there’s nothing much else around.  rudi isn’t completely silent, no, he’s a noisy boy. cannot hold back a series of whimpers, eyes falling shut. gives a breathy laugh; teeth retract & he gasps softly, fingers still grasping ever - so - tightly onto the other. it’s a wonderful sensation to bleed & to be cleaned so… intimately. suffice to say, rudiger is quite fond of this one already. eyes slowly open, crooked grin slants his mouth. “ s—– hit, heheh, that felt all sortsa naaasty, “ he giggles. can feel the wound begin to close up. “ taste my blood then, yeah ? it’s all…. thick n’…. bittah. s’cause i’m dead. ain’t like livin’ people blood, huh ? it kills livin’ things ‘cause… ‘cause i’m diseased… but… but yer not like the livin’, huh ? uh— mm, i’m– i’m rudi, by the way. “

          there’s blood covering most of his lower face , his lips . raises a hand begins to wipe his face off with his palm . his eyes don’t leave the others . it’s quite difficult for him to keep himself from jumping on top of the other and devouring him whole , VERY DIFFICULT . hand reaches up to his mouth as long tongue licks along the palm of his hand . proceeding to shove his fingers into his mouth and sucking the blood off of them . ❝  mm . bitter to   YOU   maybe .❞ hand falls back at his side , twitching slightly . ❝  i think you taste       delicious .❞