I'll fucking kill you

                     If only I had the strength. . .     

     How long had it been; nearly half a year? Embarrassing. To think that someone as powerful as she could be brought down by a few measly apparitions; haunting’s of a past she’d sooner forget than confront and accept. What was there to think on? Nothing. It didn’t matter that they felt, desired, lived and bled as any other living entity, they had to die -- even if their existence was her fault. Now more destruction lay in her wake and before her feet lay Micheal born anew, and in her distress she brought forth a companion that would never age nor die; a channel for her slipping sanity, a means of focusing her power to better heal for the coming end. One only she, herself, knew about.

                   You will never betray me. You are incapable.                       You will always strive to serve me. You are enslaved.                          You are everything that I desire. You belong only to me. 

                                         You are my  D I S C I P L E.       And from the darkness did you emerge; skin as white as snow, hair as silver as the stars, eyes as violet as lavender; and yet they held a fierceness. A sort of wild nature reflected back to the Intoner in a way that shook her to her core, that brought about an anger she could not describe. But perhaps the greatest insult to her ego was that from the ether was not a man... but a w o m a n. Surely this was a joke? Another hiccup in the flower’s power, in it’s attempts to dissuade her from self destruction? Disgusting. But there was little to be done, not with her existing now, and thus she took up arms with this new companion forged of her sheer will and wrath. Together they would strike down her fellow sisters and put an end to the reign of Intoner, with the guise of her wanting to rule. Nothing could go wrong. 

     Within the depths of the swampy forest sat the Intoner in question, her expression is complete indifference whilst she gazes into the water; within the soft ripples she examines her dirty face smudged with mud and blood, and carefully her roseate eye travels down her own shoulder and for her former arm now what she affectionately refers to as ‘stump’. All manner of chores had turned three-fold in difficulty, what was once menial tasks that were mere annoyances turned to complete struggles; putting on her clothes, especially her stockings, snapping on her heels, tying her bow, brushing her hair, even bathing initially had been off the table. Now? She sat alone before the bank, quietly listening to her surroundings, whilst in the distance she was certain the voice of her Disciple was rambling and bemoaning -- no doubt hungry. 

     “ What would you do? ” She asks aloud to no one in particular, examining the little markings along the flesh of her stump, fingering with her good hand the sensitive area that jumped on contact alone. “ Could’ve killed them faster. Shouldn’t of hesitated. ” Micheal might still be alive if she’d thought faster, fought harder, knew when to flee -- her arrogance cost her greatly. Pulling her knees closer to her chest Zero continues drifting in and out of thought, having shut out the calling of Kaine in the distance, as if she’d checked-out somewhere else. 

So, I don’t really want to be here for awhile. Don’t really feel zero’s muse and just don’t want to touch the fandom for a little while... those who are waiting I’m sorry, I just do not have the will or energy to write zero right now. I’ll be back. 

    “ Why are you always coming here, Five? Shouldn’t you be watching over your own Country? You know, the one our big sister One entrusted to you? ” How unfortunate too, Four could’ve seen it from a mile away: the youngest of the Intoners would fail in even the simplest of tasks; it’s a goddamn trading port! How hard could it be to run it, hell, she could have anything she wanted -- first dibs! And yet here she was wasting her time wanting to act like a whore , distracting not only the villagers but her own soldiers! This wasn’t something that she would stand for or tolerate, oh no, the sinful, vile creatures will be punISHED FOR THEir--- 

     A gasp of surprise left her when she came to from her internal ranting, being greeted by the smug expression of her baby sister, perhaps coming under the delusion that she were inspecting her nasty tits. “ Stop that this instant! If I don’t allow any of that nonsense with Decadus what makes you think I’ll allow it from you?! Honestly, Five, you need to behave like a proper lady if you want anyone to take you seriously. ” 

    “ Just because you’re the youngest doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you either, when you’re in my country you have to be respectful, polite and put in work like everyone else! Vacations are not allowed! ”

The way she sauntered toward him oh-so-casually was alarming. No sane person would walk towards a man with a sword and - from what he could tell - this oddly-clad woman wasn’t a cultivator.

Xue Yang was about to put more distance between them just to be on the safe side when miasma poured forth from her mouth into the air around her. What the fuck?

In a split-second decision to make good on his initial judgement the black-clad cultivator jumped back and sheathed his sword. An uneasy smile on his face at encountering something he couldn’t describe, he instead brought out the metal crest he’d repaired long ago. His fingers gripped tightly around the stygian tiger seal as he poured his will into it.

“I don’t know what sort of creepy cultivation method you have but it won’t surpass mine!” Maybe he should hit her with the poison too, just in case. Already the dead had started rising from the ground around the youth, flesh pale and adorned in torn cloth as they fell under his command and charged at the woman.

This had better work, she’s creepy as fuck!

     Just as he quickly retreated the woman in white attempted to follow in swift succession, though upon revealing what looked to be a weirdly shaped stone, Zero was forced to stop and observe. What was he talking about, anyway? Cultivation method? Was that what they called magic in this world? From the ground all around the bastard sprung the dead; rotting flesh and exposed muscle and skulls filled her line of view; their groans a familiar sound from one of the many timelines blurred together in the depths her thoughts.

     In an instant her mood had shifted from one of a broken mind to skilled killer, her once seductive and relaxed posture leapt into action as if it were second nature; the blade singing through the air whilst it sank into corpse after corpse; stabbing, slicing, dismembering -- despite their growth in number and constant stamina it appeared she could keep up in pace. “ How disgusting -- it smells so nasty~ Here I thought it be the two of us! What a coward! ”

     Body after body fell with ease, her movements were that of a dancer: though spontaneous in choice they played well into a dance, while her sharpened instincts to dodge and strike took in the smell of their blood no matter how stagnant; it was still the source of life and energy. She’d put it to good use. 

“You really aren’t that bright if you go straight to ‘small dick’ insults. What a shame, was hoping you did more than just caw nonsense.”

Xue Yang eyed the woman with an intense interest and caution. She didn’t know who he was, didn’t show any fear of a black-clad cultivator missing one pinky finger.  In these parts there were few people who didn’t know of Xue Yang and the misfortune the young man brought. If it wasn’t general upset it was torment and death – truly he’d grown to infamy in his time away from the Jin Sect.

“Ah, are you going to pour me some wine too~? Isn’t that what you cheap whores do, pour wine and play music for foolish men?” 

His expression darkened and soon his fanged grin was accompanied by a faint green glow in his eyes. He quietly drew his sword as he stalked closer.

Such a fascinating laugh, a beautiful expression… surely her screams would be just as wonderful.

“Not interested. I have something much more fun in mind, wanna see~?”

     “ Yeah that’s exactly what we do: I’ve got the wine and music, now all I need is the fool to shut his trap and get to business before I get so bored I just kill him where he stands. ” Surely he wouldn’t want something like that, it be so awful to look upon his face in shock postmortem to his murder -- presumptuous for her to assume his demise before it even begun, but that’s always how it worked.

                     Disappointments. All of them. Time and time again they die,                      no matter how handsome or pretty they were, how big or smart                      they were, she’d always get so bored. 

Oh, cut off his arms? Xue Yang gave a hearty laugh before settling back into his wolfish grin. Who did this bitch think she was to talk to him like that? “Wow, you sure talk big for a damn bimbo. Did your brain fall into your hips or somethin’?” He jeers, circling around in the fashion of a cat stalking its prey.

“A skank like you should reserve her big mouth for sucking dick. I wouldn’t be opposed to cutting your tongue out though, since you don’t seem to know your place an’ all~.”

     “Oooh, so scary~ I’m always the most amused when a dumbass or twelve thinks they can take me on. ” Even mortal she could send soldiers running for their lives, killing her way across the continent until finally sickness took her life. What chance did this small fry have? Carelessly the Intoner shifted weight from one thigh to the other, cradling the swelling of her hip with clawed gauntlet, “ who taught you to talk like that, brat? Funny you mention dicks, yours must be the size of my thumb here. That the reason you’re so pissed off, choir boy? Mother nature fucked you over? ”

     She could feel her blood pumping wildly through her veins: boiling with a rage she’d not felt in years -- the eagerness for battle. Had she been asleep so long that her desire for blood had waned? No matter, that could be changed here and now, “ hey... do you like music? ” Her once indifferent expression contorting to one of elated joy. 

     “ Oh? Cut out my other eye, huh? Say, where’d you learn all those big words brat? This is fucking hilarious, did you torture a few rats and kill a cat and now you think you can fuck with me? Alright, tell you what: I’ll let you cut out my eye – but only if I can cut off your arms after the fact. ” 

                       Why was she not surprised? 

     Then again who was she to surmise her sisters behaviors in an alternative reality? Her fingers may have plucked the strings, her voice may call to the fabric of reality itself; twisting and gnarling it to fit her needs -- though she was but a sculptor, no creator. At least, not a creator of life so much as destruction. “ Is this what you do all day? Sitting around on your big, wrinkled ass pigging out on food? ” Each insult laced with daggers hoping to pierce and pinch her sister into compliance; she was never one for love nor coddling ( Mikhail would attest ). But it was very clear to those being forced to witness this exchange in silence, growing stiffly hostile to Zero, for she stood before them all and called upon their lady a shrew when all she had done was gift them pleasure and food. In contrast all the black Intoner had done was bring about misery, death and suffering, though few whispered there would always be a hateful god following on the heels of the beloved ones.

     Unmoved by the silent glares around the room, Zero boldly used one of the dining chairs to step upon the table, kicking aside plates, cups and drinks along her march for her youngest sister’s throne. Her stride may have been aggressive but it was calculated like a wildcat; elegantly stepping here and there to avoid unnecessarily ruining her heels, finally standing before the golden deity herself, extending sword in mockery; as if she were going to strike the other down. “ If all you’re going to do is fuck around down here in the Seas, then I’ll take this place off your hands and put it to good use~ I always wanted to rob ships en masse. ”

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『♛❞ ——    ❝ Sweetness ,  that name won’t do.   If you look carefully ,  you will see that this is a  FINCH ! ❞      Or at least he’d assume so   —   naturally it shall be treated as a fact until proven otherwise.  Perhaps even after being proven otherwise.      ❝ But if you yearn to keep chickens ,  I suppose we could have a chicken coop built as well !     I would fancy a handsome pet rooster myself. ❞      COLORFUL AND LOUD in ways only he could relate to. 

     Zero had to hand it to her soon-to-be-husband: if he didn’t want to hear something out or follow through with one of her demands he merely heard something else -- it was uncannily like Five. Her scowl merely doubled in size the more he revealed the process of his logic; bouncing from correction to species to outright adding more mouth’s to their already tight-spaced cabin. With a longing sigh the intoner draped a palm over her face, pondering on how exactly her entire life had become so dominated by this human man -- had she gone soft? Really? “ Look-- if you bring any more animals here, some of them are not gonna live, got me? Because if someone starts pissing-me-off I’m gonna eat ‘em, starting with that apparent rooster we’re gonna keep. ”

     Mikhail was heard in the distance with a pleasured cry, “ Oh wow, are we really      going to have a rooster, Zero?! Is it that ****** stuff you were talking about before?! ”

     Within an instance the demonic perennial wriggled and shivered deep in her socket, causing the woman to quiver in restrained rage, “ what have I told you about saying stuff like that, huh? Want me to come over there and stab my sword in your side again? ” Said dragon whined, pleading for her mercy and quickly simpering off into the brush of the forest to sulk at her apparent scolding and rejection. 

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     “ That right? Ya know the more you keep yammering that big fucking trap of yours the more creative I get, so you wanna get your disgusting, worthless hands on me? How about I get ahead of the game and just–… ” Leaning over the her victim she reached for one of the arms before carelessly yanking the limb into the air: inadvertently forcing the captive to painfully arch.  “ Shut up. ”

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                    ❝ LOOK AT HIM ,  my love !     He is singing so sweetly  just for us ! ❞      As it would turn out,  the attention she sought to lay claim to was already dedicated to befriending the little bird that had flown to perch on his finger.      ❝ As his new mother ,  you may help me name him. ❞ 

     “ Oh yeah? Want me to name ‘em, do ya? ” Said deity glared upon the minuscule feathered fiend with an indignation powerful enough to sear holes -- just who the fuck did he think he was, telling her to mother a flying rat? AND IT FUCKING SINGS! Wasn’t one Mikhail enough?!