( @kalirok )
Iām not going to be responsible. Not for my actions, not for my associates. Iām going to look at my carnage and smile and thereās nothing you can do to stop me.
Itās the motto he lived by. A motto bordering on accumulated self-depreciation but thatās okay! Itās the only truth he could grasp, truth tied to refusing to accept his fate. Heāll blame it on others before he blames it on himself. Heāll blame it on golden eyes that rival his red ones. And gold is so pure and red is so sticky and gooey and dead and he needs to follow something so he follows them. He focuses on those golden eyes and that golden smile and suddenly fangs donāt look so bad and his fangs donāt stop when they dig into flesh. Whenever he digs into flesh they smile wider and for once heās appreciating.
Heās deep, as deep as heās been the past two days and so deep the screams from the people whoāll find this man disfigured and torn apart. he can hear it already. already as he tears the maleās throat apart to face approval in those golden eyes. to further those cheers and silence a monster growling in the shadows. everything is golden, so when he looks up, when he smells hostility he wants to know whatās breaking the first good thing heās had in a while.
thatās how he meets depreciation in his carnage. a woman. a woman sporting a gold thatās beautiful, familiar and terrifying. has him whining in his throat before he can stop himself and cowering much like the corpse below him. heās no longer smiling, theyāre no longer smiling and he wants to sink into the hole heās dug with his own monster.
