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@poor-sinner
WARNING: THIS BLOG MAY SOMETIMES CONTAIN ARTISTIC DEPICTIONS OF GORY SCENES, AND IS THEREFORE "NOT FOR KIDS". (16+) I DO NOT SUPPORT SIMON OR HIS GF (THIS IS A BLOG FOR FUNSIES). DO NOT TRY TO DRAG ME INTO DRAMA!
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AGONY. - Ire found him, and is using him for her own entertainment, as per usual. Strangely, though, the next doorway seems to be a portal to a different realm...
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*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Fuck. Not again...
*The smoke seemed to be anywhere you went. It was only a thin layer on the floor, but you could tell it was growing.
Vines jutted out from cracks in the walls, attempting to trip you.*
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His ribs were visible under his clothes.
*More and more vines shot out, some higher, some lower. The smoke was getting thicker.
You heard them chuckle in the distance.*
"fuck fuck fuck fuck--"
Then, he tripped, ironically, on nothing.
"--FUCK--"
Scrambling to get up was no use. Brambles coiled tightly around his wrists, pulling his arms behind him, and forced him to his knees.
He wept quietly.
*The thorns were hooked- every movement seemed to drive them deeper.
The smoke was completely overwhelming. Your mouth tasted sweet.
Sin hummed as they approached, blood red eye illuminating the room and making the smoke shimmer like glitter.*
" Ah, you poor things never change.
Pathetic. "
His expression looked... tired.
His ribs were visible through his clothes. He was weakly quivering. Tears stained his robes.
He was a mess.
He barely reacted to the thorns pressing against his wrists. They couldn't be cut into, but he still felt the pain.
*The thorns moved up your arms slowly. Sin gently tilted your head up, seemingly smiling.*
" Poor soul. He expects so much of you, and for what?
All this running gets you nowhere. You're no closer to Eden now then you were when you started.
But maybe... I could offer a little help. "
*...There was more smoke than there was oxygen. Your head felt hazy. There was something else wrong, but you couldn't quite pinpoint it.*
"NO! I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!--"
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
*The vines rapidly curled around your chest- the thorns did not prick your skin, but they squeezed around the old wound, leeching off the blood.
The smoke was doing something to your head. The more you breathed in, the hazier it got. You couldnt quite think right.*
" I believe I'm being quite merciful.
Especially considering what happened last time we met.
Just.
B r e a t h e . "
*Their voice sounded sweeter than you'd ever admit.*
He held his breath. He was NOT inhaling that smoke, not again.
Defiantly, he shook his head.
He was bleeding heavily now, faster than the vines could drink. However, he would not give into sin.
*They hissed, leaning in closer.*
" I know you can't hold your breath forever.
I'm very patient, sinner. I'll sit here for the rest of time if I need to.
You'll want to pray. Want to cry. Want to scream.
And I'll make you if I must. "
...he kept at it, knowing he wouldn't faint.
Even as tears streamed down his face, even as he bled, he would not give in.
" Fine then. If you want to make this difficult. "
*They slashed down your chest, the vines on your arms pulling you down just a little more.*
" We've had this dance before, haven't we? "
A strange look was on his face, somehow saying:
"Yes, we have. But this time, I'm ready."
Blood seeped through his now torn clothes and gritted teeth. He was determined to never inhale as long as that god-damned smoke was in the air.
*They slashed again. The cuts werent deep- but they stung like hell.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Until a star had been carved into your flesh.*
Sizzling, as the wounds immediately healed, with a painful light and a smell of burning flesh. The smoke was rapidly dissipating.
YOU ARE NOT TO CARVE THAT SYMBOL INTO HIM. AM I UNDERSTOOD?
A voice echoed in its mind.
Genesis was here, and He was not happy.
*They chuckled.*
" Oh, so you only intervene now, hm?
What do you even see in this one? "
*They pressed a claw below your neck, beginning to carve down your chest- deeper this time, slowly cutting you open.*
MY LOVE, I CANNOT STAY. YOU ARE UNSAFE. I WILL HEAL YOU WHEN ALL IS OVER.
His voice now echoed in the sinner's mind, fading away. The smoke had fully dissipated, and was not coming back... so John took a shaky breath.
Then, his mind now clear, able to feel pain, he twitched, yelping as Sin's claw dug into his chest.
*They hissed, and the vines curled higher up your arms.*
" Filthy creatures. No amount of prayer or devotion will rid you of your nature. "
*They sliced through your skin with ease, tearing you open rather quickly.*
His intestines spilled out, hitting the ground with a wet splat. A pool of blood slowly grew, trickling from the new wound as he quivered, whimpering in agony.
"hnn... hnn... hnn..."
*They grabbed your face, gently tilting your head up to look them in the eye as they grabbed your intestines and pulled them out, making sure the flesh wasnt torn and that they stayed attached. Their claws still scratched at the organs, leaving small, burning cuts.*
" The very nature of your flesh is disgusting. You will never be clean, never be pure, never be rid of me. "
He threw up blood. His hearing was muffled. His vision was blurry, eyes lidded and glassy. He was still crying and shivering weakly. Agony had blossomed inside him.
He had to wait until the pain was over.
*They hooked their claw into your ribcage and pulled you forward.
Vines curled around the intestines and inside your chest cavity, drinking every bit of blood they could get. Flowers began to bloom on the vines.*
" Speak, sinner. Have you no words, no prayers? "
He was cold. Unmoving. Limp. And yet, his heart was beating like he was running a marathon.
Had it not been known he was immortal, he would be presumed dead. His normally vanta-black skin had turned a dark grey due to blood loss.
Even if he hadn't been in shock, he would have had nothing to say.
*They hissed. They yanked on your ribcage, cracking it as the vines on your arms let go, allowing you to fall.
The vines feeding off your blood start to back off as well. They've had their fill.
They straightened their posture again, no longer leaning down.*
" Hm.
What does He even see in you? What makes you so special?
I doubt I'll ever get an answer out of him...
It matters not. Farewell, sinner. "
*...and theyre gone. Dissipated into smoke.*
Laying in a bloodied, gored heap, he could not move. He could not see. He could not hear. He could not speak.
All he could do was bleed, and feel the pain.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Fuck. Not again...
*The smoke seemed to be anywhere you went. It was only a thin layer on the floor, but you could tell it was growing.
Vines jutted out from cracks in the walls, attempting to trip you.*
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His ribs were visible under his clothes.
*More and more vines shot out, some higher, some lower. The smoke was getting thicker.
You heard them chuckle in the distance.*
"fuck fuck fuck fuck--"
Then, he tripped, ironically, on nothing.
"--FUCK--"
Scrambling to get up was no use. Brambles coiled tightly around his wrists, pulling his arms behind him, and forced him to his knees.
He wept quietly.
*The thorns were hooked- every movement seemed to drive them deeper.
The smoke was completely overwhelming. Your mouth tasted sweet.
Sin hummed as they approached, blood red eye illuminating the room and making the smoke shimmer like glitter.*
" Ah, you poor things never change.
Pathetic. "
His expression looked... tired.
His ribs were visible through his clothes. He was weakly quivering. Tears stained his robes.
He was a mess.
He barely reacted to the thorns pressing against his wrists. They couldn't be cut into, but he still felt the pain.
*The thorns moved up your arms slowly. Sin gently tilted your head up, seemingly smiling.*
" Poor soul. He expects so much of you, and for what?
All this running gets you nowhere. You're no closer to Eden now then you were when you started.
But maybe... I could offer a little help. "
*...There was more smoke than there was oxygen. Your head felt hazy. There was something else wrong, but you couldn't quite pinpoint it.*
"NO! I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!--"
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
*The vines rapidly curled around your chest- the thorns did not prick your skin, but they squeezed around the old wound, leeching off the blood.
The smoke was doing something to your head. The more you breathed in, the hazier it got. You couldnt quite think right.*
" I believe I'm being quite merciful.
Especially considering what happened last time we met.
Just.
B r e a t h e . "
*Their voice sounded sweeter than you'd ever admit.*
He held his breath. He was NOT inhaling that smoke, not again.
Defiantly, he shook his head.
He was bleeding heavily now, faster than the vines could drink. However, he would not give into sin.
*They hissed, leaning in closer.*
" I know you can't hold your breath forever.
I'm very patient, sinner. I'll sit here for the rest of time if I need to.
You'll want to pray. Want to cry. Want to scream.
And I'll make you if I must. "
...he kept at it, knowing he wouldn't faint.
Even as tears streamed down his face, even as he bled, he would not give in.
" Fine then. If you want to make this difficult. "
*They slashed down your chest, the vines on your arms pulling you down just a little more.*
" We've had this dance before, haven't we? "
A strange look was on his face, somehow saying:
"Yes, we have. But this time, I'm ready."
Blood seeped through his now torn clothes and gritted teeth. He was determined to never inhale as long as that god-damned smoke was in the air.
*They slashed again. The cuts werent deep- but they stung like hell.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Until a star had been carved into your flesh.*
Sizzling, as the wounds immediately healed, with a painful light and a smell of burning flesh. The smoke was rapidly dissipating.
YOU ARE NOT TO CARVE THAT SYMBOL INTO HIM. AM I UNDERSTOOD?
A voice echoed in its mind.
Genesis was here, and He was not happy.
*They chuckled.*
" Oh, so you only intervene now, hm?
What do you even see in this one? "
*They pressed a claw below your neck, beginning to carve down your chest- deeper this time, slowly cutting you open.*
MY LOVE, I CANNOT STAY. YOU ARE UNSAFE. I WILL HEAL YOU WHEN ALL IS OVER.
His voice now echoed in the sinner's mind, fading away. The smoke had fully dissipated, and was not coming back... so John took a shaky breath.
Then, his mind now clear, able to feel pain, he twitched, yelping as Sin's claw dug into his chest.
*They hissed, and the vines curled higher up your arms.*
" Filthy creatures. No amount of prayer or devotion will rid you of your nature. "
*They sliced through your skin with ease, tearing you open rather quickly.*
His intestines spilled out, hitting the ground with a wet splat. A pool of blood slowly grew, trickling from the new wound as he quivered, whimpering in agony.
"hnn... hnn... hnn..."
*They grabbed your face, gently tilting your head up to look them in the eye as they grabbed your intestines and pulled them out, making sure the flesh wasnt torn and that they stayed attached. Their claws still scratched at the organs, leaving small, burning cuts.*
" The very nature of your flesh is disgusting. You will never be clean, never be pure, never be rid of me. "
He threw up blood. His hearing was muffled. His vision was blurry, eyes lidded and glassy. He was still crying and shivering weakly. Agony had blossomed inside him.
He had to wait until the pain was over.
*They hooked their claw into your ribcage and pulled you forward.
Vines curled around the intestines and inside your chest cavity, drinking every bit of blood they could get. Flowers began to bloom on the vines.*
" Speak, sinner. Have you no words, no prayers? "
He was cold. Unmoving. Limp. And yet, his heart was beating like he was running a marathon.
Had it not been known he was immortal, he would be presumed dead. His normally vanta-black skin had turned a dark grey due to blood loss.
Even if he hadn't been in shock, he would have had nothing to say.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Fuck. Not again...
*The smoke seemed to be anywhere you went. It was only a thin layer on the floor, but you could tell it was growing.
Vines jutted out from cracks in the walls, attempting to trip you.*
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His ribs were visible under his clothes.
*More and more vines shot out, some higher, some lower. The smoke was getting thicker.
You heard them chuckle in the distance.*
"fuck fuck fuck fuck--"
Then, he tripped, ironically, on nothing.
"--FUCK--"
Scrambling to get up was no use. Brambles coiled tightly around his wrists, pulling his arms behind him, and forced him to his knees.
He wept quietly.
*The thorns were hooked- every movement seemed to drive them deeper.
The smoke was completely overwhelming. Your mouth tasted sweet.
Sin hummed as they approached, blood red eye illuminating the room and making the smoke shimmer like glitter.*
" Ah, you poor things never change.
Pathetic. "
His expression looked... tired.
His ribs were visible through his clothes. He was weakly quivering. Tears stained his robes.
He was a mess.
He barely reacted to the thorns pressing against his wrists. They couldn't be cut into, but he still felt the pain.
*The thorns moved up your arms slowly. Sin gently tilted your head up, seemingly smiling.*
" Poor soul. He expects so much of you, and for what?
All this running gets you nowhere. You're no closer to Eden now then you were when you started.
But maybe... I could offer a little help. "
*...There was more smoke than there was oxygen. Your head felt hazy. There was something else wrong, but you couldn't quite pinpoint it.*
"NO! I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!--"
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
*The vines rapidly curled around your chest- the thorns did not prick your skin, but they squeezed around the old wound, leeching off the blood.
The smoke was doing something to your head. The more you breathed in, the hazier it got. You couldnt quite think right.*
" I believe I'm being quite merciful.
Especially considering what happened last time we met.
Just.
B r e a t h e . "
*Their voice sounded sweeter than you'd ever admit.*
He held his breath. He was NOT inhaling that smoke, not again.
Defiantly, he shook his head.
He was bleeding heavily now, faster than the vines could drink. However, he would not give into sin.
*They hissed, leaning in closer.*
" I know you can't hold your breath forever.
I'm very patient, sinner. I'll sit here for the rest of time if I need to.
You'll want to pray. Want to cry. Want to scream.
And I'll make you if I must. "
...he kept at it, knowing he wouldn't faint.
Even as tears streamed down his face, even as he bled, he would not give in.
" Fine then. If you want to make this difficult. "
*They slashed down your chest, the vines on your arms pulling you down just a little more.*
" We've had this dance before, haven't we? "
A strange look was on his face, somehow saying:
"Yes, we have. But this time, I'm ready."
Blood seeped through his now torn clothes and gritted teeth. He was determined to never inhale as long as that god-damned smoke was in the air.
*They slashed again. The cuts werent deep- but they stung like hell.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Until a star had been carved into your flesh.*
Sizzling, as the wounds immediately healed, with a painful light and a smell of burning flesh. The smoke was rapidly dissipating.
YOU ARE NOT TO CARVE THAT SYMBOL INTO HIM. AM I UNDERSTOOD?
A voice echoed in its mind.
Genesis was here, and He was not happy.
*They chuckled.*
" Oh, so you only intervene now, hm?
What do you even see in this one? "
*They pressed a claw below your neck, beginning to carve down your chest- deeper this time, slowly cutting you open.*
MY LOVE, I CANNOT STAY. YOU ARE UNSAFE. I WILL HEAL YOU WHEN ALL IS OVER.
His voice now echoed in the sinner's mind, fading away. The smoke had fully dissipated, and was not coming back... so John took a shaky breath.
Then, his mind now clear, able to feel pain, he twitched, yelping as Sin's claw dug into his chest.
*They hissed, and the vines curled higher up your arms.*
" Filthy creatures. No amount of prayer or devotion will rid you of your nature. "
*They sliced through your skin with ease, tearing you open rather quickly.*
His intestines spilled out, hitting the ground with a wet splat. A pool of blood slowly grew, trickling from the new wound as he quivered, whimpering in agony.
"hnn... hnn... hnn..."
*They grabbed your face, gently tilting your head up to look them in the eye as they grabbed your intestines and pulled them out, making sure the flesh wasnt torn and that they stayed attached. Their claws still scratched at the organs, leaving small, burning cuts.*
" The very nature of your flesh is disgusting. You will never be clean, never be pure, never be rid of me. "
He threw up blood. His hearing was muffled. His vision was blurry, eyes lidded and glassy. He was still crying and shivering weakly. Agony had blossomed inside him.
He had to wait until the pain was over.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Fuck. Not again...
*The smoke seemed to be anywhere you went. It was only a thin layer on the floor, but you could tell it was growing.
Vines jutted out from cracks in the walls, attempting to trip you.*
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His ribs were visible under his clothes.
*More and more vines shot out, some higher, some lower. The smoke was getting thicker.
You heard them chuckle in the distance.*
"fuck fuck fuck fuck--"
Then, he tripped, ironically, on nothing.
"--FUCK--"
Scrambling to get up was no use. Brambles coiled tightly around his wrists, pulling his arms behind him, and forced him to his knees.
He wept quietly.
*The thorns were hooked- every movement seemed to drive them deeper.
The smoke was completely overwhelming. Your mouth tasted sweet.
Sin hummed as they approached, blood red eye illuminating the room and making the smoke shimmer like glitter.*
" Ah, you poor things never change.
Pathetic. "
His expression looked... tired.
His ribs were visible through his clothes. He was weakly quivering. Tears stained his robes.
He was a mess.
He barely reacted to the thorns pressing against his wrists. They couldn't be cut into, but he still felt the pain.
*The thorns moved up your arms slowly. Sin gently tilted your head up, seemingly smiling.*
" Poor soul. He expects so much of you, and for what?
All this running gets you nowhere. You're no closer to Eden now then you were when you started.
But maybe... I could offer a little help. "
*...There was more smoke than there was oxygen. Your head felt hazy. There was something else wrong, but you couldn't quite pinpoint it.*
"NO! I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!--"
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
*The vines rapidly curled around your chest- the thorns did not prick your skin, but they squeezed around the old wound, leeching off the blood.
The smoke was doing something to your head. The more you breathed in, the hazier it got. You couldnt quite think right.*
" I believe I'm being quite merciful.
Especially considering what happened last time we met.
Just.
B r e a t h e . "
*Their voice sounded sweeter than you'd ever admit.*
He held his breath. He was NOT inhaling that smoke, not again.
Defiantly, he shook his head.
He was bleeding heavily now, faster than the vines could drink. However, he would not give into sin.
*They hissed, leaning in closer.*
" I know you can't hold your breath forever.
I'm very patient, sinner. I'll sit here for the rest of time if I need to.
You'll want to pray. Want to cry. Want to scream.
And I'll make you if I must. "
...he kept at it, knowing he wouldn't faint.
Even as tears streamed down his face, even as he bled, he would not give in.
" Fine then. If you want to make this difficult. "
*They slashed down your chest, the vines on your arms pulling you down just a little more.*
" We've had this dance before, haven't we? "
A strange look was on his face, somehow saying:
"Yes, we have. But this time, I'm ready."
Blood seeped through his now torn clothes and gritted teeth. He was determined to never inhale as long as that god-damned smoke was in the air.
*They slashed again. The cuts werent deep- but they stung like hell.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Until a star had been carved into your flesh.*
Sizzling, as the wounds immediately healed, with a painful light and a smell of burning flesh. The smoke was rapidly dissipating.
YOU ARE NOT TO CARVE THAT SYMBOL INTO HIM. AM I UNDERSTOOD?
A voice echoed in its mind.
Genesis was here, and He was not happy.
*They chuckled.*
" Oh, so you only intervene now, hm?
What do you even see in this one? "
*They pressed a claw below your neck, beginning to carve down your chest- deeper this time, slowly cutting you open.*
MY LOVE, I CANNOT STAY. YOU ARE UNSAFE. I WILL HEAL YOU WHEN ALL IS OVER.
His voice now echoed in the sinner's mind, fading away. The smoke had fully dissipated, and was not coming back... so John took a shaky breath.
Then, his mind now clear, able to feel pain, he twitched, yelping as Sin's claw dug into his chest.
*They hissed, and the vines curled higher up your arms.*
" Filthy creatures. No amount of prayer or devotion will rid you of your nature. "
*They sliced through your skin with ease, tearing you open rather quickly.*
His intestines spilled out, hitting the ground with a wet splat. A pool of blood slowly grew, trickling from the new wound as he quivered, whimpering in agony.
"hnn... hnn... hnn..."
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*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Fuck. Not again...
*The smoke seemed to be anywhere you went. It was only a thin layer on the floor, but you could tell it was growing.
Vines jutted out from cracks in the walls, attempting to trip you.*
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His ribs were visible under his clothes.
*More and more vines shot out, some higher, some lower. The smoke was getting thicker.
You heard them chuckle in the distance.*
"fuck fuck fuck fuck--"
Then, he tripped, ironically, on nothing.
"--FUCK--"
Scrambling to get up was no use. Brambles coiled tightly around his wrists, pulling his arms behind him, and forced him to his knees.
He wept quietly.
*The thorns were hooked- every movement seemed to drive them deeper.
The smoke was completely overwhelming. Your mouth tasted sweet.
Sin hummed as they approached, blood red eye illuminating the room and making the smoke shimmer like glitter.*
" Ah, you poor things never change.
Pathetic. "
His expression looked... tired.
His ribs were visible through his clothes. He was weakly quivering. Tears stained his robes.
He was a mess.
He barely reacted to the thorns pressing against his wrists. They couldn't be cut into, but he still felt the pain.
*The thorns moved up your arms slowly. Sin gently tilted your head up, seemingly smiling.*
" Poor soul. He expects so much of you, and for what?
All this running gets you nowhere. You're no closer to Eden now then you were when you started.
But maybe... I could offer a little help. "
*...There was more smoke than there was oxygen. Your head felt hazy. There was something else wrong, but you couldn't quite pinpoint it.*
"NO! I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!--"
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
*The vines rapidly curled around your chest- the thorns did not prick your skin, but they squeezed around the old wound, leeching off the blood.
The smoke was doing something to your head. The more you breathed in, the hazier it got. You couldnt quite think right.*
" I believe I'm being quite merciful.
Especially considering what happened last time we met.
Just.
B r e a t h e . "
*Their voice sounded sweeter than you'd ever admit.*
He held his breath. He was NOT inhaling that smoke, not again.
Defiantly, he shook his head.
He was bleeding heavily now, faster than the vines could drink. However, he would not give into sin.
*They hissed, leaning in closer.*
" I know you can't hold your breath forever.
I'm very patient, sinner. I'll sit here for the rest of time if I need to.
You'll want to pray. Want to cry. Want to scream.
And I'll make you if I must. "
...he kept at it, knowing he wouldn't faint.
Even as tears streamed down his face, even as he bled, he would not give in.
" Fine then. If you want to make this difficult. "
*They slashed down your chest, the vines on your arms pulling you down just a little more.*
" We've had this dance before, haven't we? "
A strange look was on his face, somehow saying:
"Yes, we have. But this time, I'm ready."
Blood seeped through his now torn clothes and gritted teeth. He was determined to never inhale as long as that god-damned smoke was in the air.
*They slashed again. The cuts werent deep- but they stung like hell.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Until a star had been carved into your flesh.*
Sizzling, as the wounds immediately healed, with a painful light and a smell of burning flesh. The smoke was rapidly dissipating.
YOU ARE NOT TO CARVE THAT SYMBOL INTO HIM. AM I UNDERSTOOD?
A voice echoed in its mind.
Genesis was here, and He was not happy.
*They chuckled.*
" Oh, so you only intervene now, hm?
What do you even see in this one? "
*They pressed a claw below your neck, beginning to carve down your chest- deeper this time, slowly cutting you open.*
MY LOVE, I CANNOT STAY. YOU ARE UNSAFE. I WILL HEAL YOU WHEN ALL IS OVER.
His voice now echoed in the sinner's mind, fading away. The smoke had fully dissipated, and was not coming back... so John took a shaky breath.
Then, his mind now clear, able to feel pain, he twitched, yelping as Sin's claw dug into his chest.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Fuck. Not again...
*The smoke seemed to be anywhere you went. It was only a thin layer on the floor, but you could tell it was growing.
Vines jutted out from cracks in the walls, attempting to trip you.*
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His ribs were visible under his clothes.
*More and more vines shot out, some higher, some lower. The smoke was getting thicker.
You heard them chuckle in the distance.*
"fuck fuck fuck fuck--"
Then, he tripped, ironically, on nothing.
"--FUCK--"
Scrambling to get up was no use. Brambles coiled tightly around his wrists, pulling his arms behind him, and forced him to his knees.
He wept quietly.
*The thorns were hooked- every movement seemed to drive them deeper.
The smoke was completely overwhelming. Your mouth tasted sweet.
Sin hummed as they approached, blood red eye illuminating the room and making the smoke shimmer like glitter.*
" Ah, you poor things never change.
Pathetic. "
His expression looked... tired.
His ribs were visible through his clothes. He was weakly quivering. Tears stained his robes.
He was a mess.
He barely reacted to the thorns pressing against his wrists. They couldn't be cut into, but he still felt the pain.
*The thorns moved up your arms slowly. Sin gently tilted your head up, seemingly smiling.*
" Poor soul. He expects so much of you, and for what?
All this running gets you nowhere. You're no closer to Eden now then you were when you started.
But maybe... I could offer a little help. "
*...There was more smoke than there was oxygen. Your head felt hazy. There was something else wrong, but you couldn't quite pinpoint it.*
"NO! I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!--"
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
*The vines rapidly curled around your chest- the thorns did not prick your skin, but they squeezed around the old wound, leeching off the blood.
The smoke was doing something to your head. The more you breathed in, the hazier it got. You couldnt quite think right.*
" I believe I'm being quite merciful.
Especially considering what happened last time we met.
Just.
B r e a t h e . "
*Their voice sounded sweeter than you'd ever admit.*
He held his breath. He was NOT inhaling that smoke, not again.
Defiantly, he shook his head.
He was bleeding heavily now, faster than the vines could drink. However, he would not give into sin.
*They hissed, leaning in closer.*
" I know you can't hold your breath forever.
I'm very patient, sinner. I'll sit here for the rest of time if I need to.
You'll want to pray. Want to cry. Want to scream.
And I'll make you if I must. "
...he kept at it, knowing he wouldn't faint.
Even as tears streamed down his face, even as he bled, he would not give in.
" Fine then. If you want to make this difficult. "
*They slashed down your chest, the vines on your arms pulling you down just a little more.*
" We've had this dance before, haven't we? "
A strange look was on his face, somehow saying:
"Yes, we have. But this time, I'm ready."
Blood seeped through his now torn clothes and gritted teeth. He was determined to never inhale as long as that god-damned smoke was in the air.
*They slashed again. The cuts werent deep- but they stung like hell.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Until a star had been carved into your flesh.*
Sizzling, as the wounds immediately healed, with a painful light and a smell of burning flesh. The smoke was rapidly dissipating.
YOU ARE NOT TO CARVE THAT SYMBOL INTO HIM. AM I UNDERSTOOD?
A voice echoed in its mind.
Genesis was here, and He was not happy.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Fuck. Not again...
*The smoke seemed to be anywhere you went. It was only a thin layer on the floor, but you could tell it was growing.
Vines jutted out from cracks in the walls, attempting to trip you.*
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His ribs were visible under his clothes.
*More and more vines shot out, some higher, some lower. The smoke was getting thicker.
You heard them chuckle in the distance.*
"fuck fuck fuck fuck--"
Then, he tripped, ironically, on nothing.
"--FUCK--"
Scrambling to get up was no use. Brambles coiled tightly around his wrists, pulling his arms behind him, and forced him to his knees.
He wept quietly.
*The thorns were hooked- every movement seemed to drive them deeper.
The smoke was completely overwhelming. Your mouth tasted sweet.
Sin hummed as they approached, blood red eye illuminating the room and making the smoke shimmer like glitter.*
" Ah, you poor things never change.
Pathetic. "
His expression looked... tired.
His ribs were visible through his clothes. He was weakly quivering. Tears stained his robes.
He was a mess.
He barely reacted to the thorns pressing against his wrists. They couldn't be cut into, but he still felt the pain.
*The thorns moved up your arms slowly. Sin gently tilted your head up, seemingly smiling.*
" Poor soul. He expects so much of you, and for what?
All this running gets you nowhere. You're no closer to Eden now then you were when you started.
But maybe... I could offer a little help. "
*...There was more smoke than there was oxygen. Your head felt hazy. There was something else wrong, but you couldn't quite pinpoint it.*
"NO! I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!--"
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
*The vines rapidly curled around your chest- the thorns did not prick your skin, but they squeezed around the old wound, leeching off the blood.
The smoke was doing something to your head. The more you breathed in, the hazier it got. You couldnt quite think right.*
" I believe I'm being quite merciful.
Especially considering what happened last time we met.
Just.
B r e a t h e . "
*Their voice sounded sweeter than you'd ever admit.*
He held his breath. He was NOT inhaling that smoke, not again.
Defiantly, he shook his head.
He was bleeding heavily now, faster than the vines could drink. However, he would not give into sin.
*They hissed, leaning in closer.*
" I know you can't hold your breath forever.
I'm very patient, sinner. I'll sit here for the rest of time if I need to.
You'll want to pray. Want to cry. Want to scream.
And I'll make you if I must. "
...he kept at it, knowing he wouldn't faint.
Even as tears streamed down his face, even as he bled, he would not give in.
" Fine then. If you want to make this difficult. "
*They slashed down your chest, the vines on your arms pulling you down just a little more.*
" We've had this dance before, haven't we? "
A strange look was on his face, somehow saying:
"Yes, we have. But this time, I'm ready."
Blood seeped through his now torn clothes and gritted teeth. He was determined to never inhale as long as that god-damned smoke was in the air.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Fuck. Not again...
*The smoke seemed to be anywhere you went. It was only a thin layer on the floor, but you could tell it was growing.
Vines jutted out from cracks in the walls, attempting to trip you.*
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His ribs were visible under his clothes.
*More and more vines shot out, some higher, some lower. The smoke was getting thicker.
You heard them chuckle in the distance.*
"fuck fuck fuck fuck--"
Then, he tripped, ironically, on nothing.
"--FUCK--"
Scrambling to get up was no use. Brambles coiled tightly around his wrists, pulling his arms behind him, and forced him to his knees.
He wept quietly.
*The thorns were hooked- every movement seemed to drive them deeper.
The smoke was completely overwhelming. Your mouth tasted sweet.
Sin hummed as they approached, blood red eye illuminating the room and making the smoke shimmer like glitter.*
" Ah, you poor things never change.
Pathetic. "
His expression looked... tired.
His ribs were visible through his clothes. He was weakly quivering. Tears stained his robes.
He was a mess.
He barely reacted to the thorns pressing against his wrists. They couldn't be cut into, but he still felt the pain.
*The thorns moved up your arms slowly. Sin gently tilted your head up, seemingly smiling.*
" Poor soul. He expects so much of you, and for what?
All this running gets you nowhere. You're no closer to Eden now then you were when you started.
But maybe... I could offer a little help. "
*...There was more smoke than there was oxygen. Your head felt hazy. There was something else wrong, but you couldn't quite pinpoint it.*
"NO! I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!--"
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
*The vines rapidly curled around your chest- the thorns did not prick your skin, but they squeezed around the old wound, leeching off the blood.
The smoke was doing something to your head. The more you breathed in, the hazier it got. You couldnt quite think right.*
" I believe I'm being quite merciful.
Especially considering what happened last time we met.
Just.
B r e a t h e . "
*Their voice sounded sweeter than you'd ever admit.*
He held his breath. He was NOT inhaling that smoke, not again.
Defiantly, he shook his head.
He was bleeding heavily now, faster than the vines could drink. However, he would not give into sin.
*They hissed, leaning in closer.*
" I know you can't hold your breath forever.
I'm very patient, sinner. I'll sit here for the rest of time if I need to.
You'll want to pray. Want to cry. Want to scream.
And I'll make you if I must. "
...he kept at it, knowing he wouldn't faint.
Even as tears streamed down his face, even as he bled, he would not give in.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Fuck. Not again...
*The smoke seemed to be anywhere you went. It was only a thin layer on the floor, but you could tell it was growing.
Vines jutted out from cracks in the walls, attempting to trip you.*
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His ribs were visible under his clothes.
*More and more vines shot out, some higher, some lower. The smoke was getting thicker.
You heard them chuckle in the distance.*
"fuck fuck fuck fuck--"
Then, he tripped, ironically, on nothing.
"--FUCK--"
Scrambling to get up was no use. Brambles coiled tightly around his wrists, pulling his arms behind him, and forced him to his knees.
He wept quietly.
*The thorns were hooked- every movement seemed to drive them deeper.
The smoke was completely overwhelming. Your mouth tasted sweet.
Sin hummed as they approached, blood red eye illuminating the room and making the smoke shimmer like glitter.*
" Ah, you poor things never change.
Pathetic. "
His expression looked... tired.
His ribs were visible through his clothes. He was weakly quivering. Tears stained his robes.
He was a mess.
He barely reacted to the thorns pressing against his wrists. They couldn't be cut into, but he still felt the pain.
*The thorns moved up your arms slowly. Sin gently tilted your head up, seemingly smiling.*
" Poor soul. He expects so much of you, and for what?
All this running gets you nowhere. You're no closer to Eden now then you were when you started.
But maybe... I could offer a little help. "
*...There was more smoke than there was oxygen. Your head felt hazy. There was something else wrong, but you couldn't quite pinpoint it.*
"NO! I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!--"
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
*The vines rapidly curled around your chest- the thorns did not prick your skin, but they squeezed around the old wound, leeching off the blood.
The smoke was doing something to your head. The more you breathed in, the hazier it got. You couldnt quite think right.*
" I believe I'm being quite merciful.
Especially considering what happened last time we met.
Just.
B r e a t h e . "
*Their voice sounded sweeter than you'd ever admit.*
He held his breath. He was NOT inhaling that smoke, not again.
Defiantly, he shook his head.
He was bleeding heavily now, faster than the vines could drink. However, he would not give into sin.
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*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Fuck. Not again...
*The smoke seemed to be anywhere you went. It was only a thin layer on the floor, but you could tell it was growing.
Vines jutted out from cracks in the walls, attempting to trip you.*
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His ribs were visible under his clothes.
*More and more vines shot out, some higher, some lower. The smoke was getting thicker.
You heard them chuckle in the distance.*
"fuck fuck fuck fuck--"
Then, he tripped, ironically, on nothing.
"--FUCK--"
Scrambling to get up was no use. Brambles coiled tightly around his wrists, pulling his arms behind him, and forced him to his knees.
He wept quietly.
*The thorns were hooked- every movement seemed to drive them deeper.
The smoke was completely overwhelming. Your mouth tasted sweet.
Sin hummed as they approached, blood red eye illuminating the room and making the smoke shimmer like glitter.*
" Ah, you poor things never change.
Pathetic. "
His expression looked... tired.
His ribs were visible through his clothes. He was weakly quivering. Tears stained his robes.
He was a mess.
He barely reacted to the thorns pressing against his wrists. They couldn't be cut into, but he still felt the pain.
*The thorns moved up your arms slowly. Sin gently tilted your head up, seemingly smiling.*
" Poor soul. He expects so much of you, and for what?
All this running gets you nowhere. You're no closer to Eden now then you were when you started.
But maybe... I could offer a little help. "
*...There was more smoke than there was oxygen. Your head felt hazy. There was something else wrong, but you couldn't quite pinpoint it.*
"NO! I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!--"
His fight or flight had kicked in the moment he had started feeling woozy. Despite nothing being in his stomach, he felt the urge to vomit.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME! (ghk-) -STOP--"
Choking on some of his own blood, he tasted metal... then threw up, spitting ichor on concrete. An old wound had opened up again, and his robes were staining with blood.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Fuck. Not again...
*The smoke seemed to be anywhere you went. It was only a thin layer on the floor, but you could tell it was growing.
Vines jutted out from cracks in the walls, attempting to trip you.*
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His ribs were visible under his clothes.
*More and more vines shot out, some higher, some lower. The smoke was getting thicker.
You heard them chuckle in the distance.*
"fuck fuck fuck fuck--"
Then, he tripped, ironically, on nothing.
"--FUCK--"
Scrambling to get up was no use. Brambles coiled tightly around his wrists, pulling his arms behind him, and forced him to his knees.
He wept quietly.
*The thorns were hooked- every movement seemed to drive them deeper.
The smoke was completely overwhelming. Your mouth tasted sweet.
Sin hummed as they approached, blood red eye illuminating the room and making the smoke shimmer like glitter.*
" Ah, you poor things never change.
Pathetic. "
His expression looked... tired.
His ribs were visible through his clothes. He was weakly quivering. Tears stained his robes.
He was a mess.
He barely reacted to the thorns pressing against his wrists. They couldn't be cut into, but he still felt the pain.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Fuck. Not again...
*The smoke seemed to be anywhere you went. It was only a thin layer on the floor, but you could tell it was growing.
Vines jutted out from cracks in the walls, attempting to trip you.*
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His ribs were visible under his clothes.
*More and more vines shot out, some higher, some lower. The smoke was getting thicker.
You heard them chuckle in the distance.*
"fuck fuck fuck fuck--"
Then, he tripped, ironically, on nothing.
"--FUCK--"
Scrambling to get up was no use. Brambles coiled tightly around his wrists, pulling his arms behind him, and forced him to his knees.
He wept quietly.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Fuck. Not again...
*The smoke seemed to be anywhere you went. It was only a thin layer on the floor, but you could tell it was growing.
Vines jutted out from cracks in the walls, attempting to trip you.*
Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he immediately jumped over the spiky brambles, and began running faster, displacing the smoke as he ran through it. His eyes were burning.
His ribs were visible under his clothes.
*The sickeningly familiar scent of apples fills the room. You hear them humming in the distance, slowly getting closer.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
Eyes wide, John immediately covered his mouth, trying to avoid breathing in any of the smoke. Looking around, he saw nothing, but he started to run away from the humming sound regardless, knowing exactly what it meant.
Fuck. Not again...
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[Hmmm. Feeling like having @poor-sinner get tortured again. (rubs hands together like housefly)]
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Footsteps raced across rough concrete. Door after door was kicked down.
And yet, nobody had shown up, not even Carnation. The timer wasn't even ticking down. The maze was entirely silent.
Or was it?...
Ire wasn't all too focused on satisfying her urges at the moment. It was clear from any outsider that she was doing something. Everything was just a little darker than usual... or, well, where the sin was anyways. She was bored, distracting herself, passing time slowly.
She stood in the center of a room, what she considers Slugfish's favorite. A narrow pathway that's hard to avoid when you only consider dodging last minute. It was harder to walljump from too, so that was fun. Staring up and looking around, it was obvious that she was deliberately seeking something out, and that something was clearly not a Sinner. How shocking.
No matter what it was, she was looking for it. She looked up, slowly walking forward to the next room. Her search was thorough and surprisingly meticulous for an individual of the likes of her. It was sad that she had to stop for some Sinner, but hey; if they bumped into her, she had some semblance of an excuse to exert her rage that built up from what little she's found onto them.
...stupid fuckin' thing. Can't find it, and now this? I swear to Genesis Himself...
She waited once more, VERY impatient. She was probably going to make this quick.
The door to the room she was in calmly opened, closely followed by a quiet gasp.
In the doorway was a very familiar face, suddenly in a very terrified, defensive stance.
He held completely still, like a statue. His eyes were locked on to her. He looked like a deer in headlights.
Shit.
Ire simply stared for a moment. This was both the calmest and angriest she's ever looked.
So. Am I killing you again? "Killing" you?
She put the second killing into visible, exaggerated air quotes. Her sarcasm dripped from each word, and her tone was dry. A lot drier than usual.
With quotes, because I know that you won't die no matter how many times I stab you. Bastard.
Ire looked back up for a moment, then around for a second more before looking back at the Sinner, deggur already in her hand.
Genesis is a bitch. You're not even special. Just a worthless little pile of cannon fodder trash like the rest of them. How come you get special privileges? Why won't He let your pain end, even if only for a moment?
She staggered closer, steps plenty slower than usual.
Does He love you or hate you? That's what I want to know.
He shuffled backwards, out of the doorframe and into the previous room, preparing to run. Ire's words fell on deaf ears.
A petrified whimper escaped him as he heard her footsteps echo closer and closer.
Ire took her time walking over, though she quickly got on her feet for a moment and grabbed the Sinner. She was NOT letting this one run off.
She held the Sinner's shirt in an iron-clad grip, one of her claws puncturing the fabric a little to really keep a proper hold. She stared for an uncomfortable moment too long, rage clear in her glare.
Are you gonna answer me or am I just gonna have to never expect anything but screams outta you?
The deggur was spun around her finger.
Tell me. Do you think He cares? About you, that is. Does Genesis really care about any of you? Do you think He does?
"He keeps me alive. He cares. He has protected me on several different occasions... you remember when you tried to remove my heart?"
His voice was shaky, but he spoke the truth. He had not died; a strange light had replaced his heart the very moment she had torn it out.
He had never seemed to suffer from any effects of blood loss, either... the blood had just kept coming.
Ire gripped onto the Sinner's collar harder.
Yeah yeah, whatever about your fuckin' organs. I noticed the moment I saw it. I'm not a dumbass.
He does wonders for you, huh?
But does He truly care?
If the Sinner were to try and make a rebuttal, she would have instantly shut him down.
Why would He keep you alive â keep you in such agonizing pain â when the relief of death is right there?
Why does He leave you to suffer? Why would such a "loving" God even consider such a thing?
What's the point of keeping you alive if it just hurts you? Why would He dare to put such a strain on your body and your mind from such an individual like me?
Ire spoke with genuine malice, hatred rooted deep in her heart.
If Genesis doesn't love His own creations, why would he love you, the person at their hand?
She took hold of her deggur. She wasn't even trying to be even just the tiniest bit playful anymore.
He quietly wept. He had been unlucky to encounter her once. Twice, maybe a coincidence... but three times? Sin must have pushed her in his direction.
Her words fell on deaf ears yet again. He was too panicked to focus on anything.
Are you ever gonna answer me? Or are you just a scared little kitten now?
She rolled her eyes, pulling the Sinner closer. She braced the deggur past her hand and up to the Sinner's neck, threatening to slice.
Are you just gonna cower in place until I hurt you? Until your God comes to watch you almost die but prevent you from falling fully onto death's hand?
She pushed the blade onto the skin, but there was no actual damage; only a faint thorn-like feeling and the paranoia that comes with having a very sharp object pressed against one of the most fatal areas to have injury go to.
It's pathetic how you freeze up. Do something, you baby.
...silence.
He'd stopped crying. He knew she couldn't hurt his neck.
"...we both know there's never gonna be an answer that satisfies you. so I just won't answer." he said matter-of-factly, keeping his neutral, tired expression.
Despite his throat being completely impervious to damage, he could still feel all the pain.
"Damn, your knife's sharp..."
[Hmmm. Feeling like having @poor-sinner get tortured again. (rubs hands together like housefly)]
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Footsteps raced across rough concrete. Door after door was kicked down.
And yet, nobody had shown up, not even Carnation. The timer wasn't even ticking down. The maze was entirely silent.
Or was it?...
Ire wasn't all too focused on satisfying her urges at the moment. It was clear from any outsider that she was doing something. Everything was just a little darker than usual... or, well, where the sin was anyways. She was bored, distracting herself, passing time slowly.
She stood in the center of a room, what she considers Slugfish's favorite. A narrow pathway that's hard to avoid when you only consider dodging last minute. It was harder to walljump from too, so that was fun. Staring up and looking around, it was obvious that she was deliberately seeking something out, and that something was clearly not a Sinner. How shocking.
No matter what it was, she was looking for it. She looked up, slowly walking forward to the next room. Her search was thorough and surprisingly meticulous for an individual of the likes of her. It was sad that she had to stop for some Sinner, but hey; if they bumped into her, she had some semblance of an excuse to exert her rage that built up from what little she's found onto them.
...stupid fuckin' thing. Can't find it, and now this? I swear to Genesis Himself...
She waited once more, VERY impatient. She was probably going to make this quick.
The door to the room she was in calmly opened, closely followed by a quiet gasp.
In the doorway was a very familiar face, suddenly in a very terrified, defensive stance.
He held completely still, like a statue. His eyes were locked on to her. He looked like a deer in headlights.
Shit.
Ire simply stared for a moment. This was both the calmest and angriest she's ever looked.
So. Am I killing you again? "Killing" you?
She put the second killing into visible, exaggerated air quotes. Her sarcasm dripped from each word, and her tone was dry. A lot drier than usual.
With quotes, because I know that you won't die no matter how many times I stab you. Bastard.
Ire looked back up for a moment, then around for a second more before looking back at the Sinner, deggur already in her hand.
Genesis is a bitch. You're not even special. Just a worthless little pile of cannon fodder trash like the rest of them. How come you get special privileges? Why won't He let your pain end, even if only for a moment?
She staggered closer, steps plenty slower than usual.
Does He love you or hate you? That's what I want to know.
He shuffled backwards, out of the doorframe and into the previous room, preparing to run. Ire's words fell on deaf ears.
A petrified whimper escaped him as he heard her footsteps echo closer and closer.
Ire took her time walking over, though she quickly got on her feet for a moment and grabbed the Sinner. She was NOT letting this one run off.
She held the Sinner's shirt in an iron-clad grip, one of her claws puncturing the fabric a little to really keep a proper hold. She stared for an uncomfortable moment too long, rage clear in her glare.
Are you gonna answer me or am I just gonna have to never expect anything but screams outta you?
The deggur was spun around her finger.
Tell me. Do you think He cares? About you, that is. Does Genesis really care about any of you? Do you think He does?
"He keeps me alive. He cares. He has protected me on several different occasions... you remember when you tried to remove my heart?"
His voice was shaky, but he spoke the truth. He had not died; a strange light had replaced his heart the very moment she had torn it out.
He had never seemed to suffer from any effects of blood loss, either... the blood had just kept coming.
Ire gripped onto the Sinner's collar harder.
Yeah yeah, whatever about your fuckin' organs. I noticed the moment I saw it. I'm not a dumbass.
He does wonders for you, huh?
But does He truly care?
If the Sinner were to try and make a rebuttal, she would have instantly shut him down.
Why would He keep you alive â keep you in such agonizing pain â when the relief of death is right there?
Why does He leave you to suffer? Why would such a "loving" God even consider such a thing?
What's the point of keeping you alive if it just hurts you? Why would He dare to put such a strain on your body and your mind from such an individual like me?
Ire spoke with genuine malice, hatred rooted deep in her heart.
If Genesis doesn't love His own creations, why would he love you, the person at their hand?
She took hold of her deggur. She wasn't even trying to be even just the tiniest bit playful anymore.
He quietly wept. He had been unlucky to encounter her once. Twice, maybe a coincidence... but three times? Sin must have pushed her in his direction.
Her words fell on deaf ears yet again. He was too panicked to focus on anything.
