#siresnight

  ‘  is it my companionship you seek, or what pulses beneath my flesh ?  dare I assume the latter ?  ’  

Penny Dreadful Sentence Meme

“ This – This… ” 

Their body shook and their eyes grew distant, lips pulled back into a soundless snarl. Rage was something they hadforgotten they could feel - forgotten they were capable of. Butas their eyes took in the slaughter before them, they felt it. Itwasn’t the gurgling screams of the hapless victims or the bloodthat slowly seeped into the streets. All of this would leave them with a gleeful sensation, truthfully… Were it not for the body ofa child that lay at their feet. 

         It only made their anger more palpable. 

“ This is no game– ” Val managed to force out, an odd grindingstammer clinging to their every word. Body curled up almostprotectively over the small figure - a pale, clawed hand runningover the child’s cheek. “ An innocent lost to the insatiable apetiteof a beast, ” they seemed to mutter to themself, eyes trailing overto the remains of the fledgling who’d done the damned deed. Areminder to them. 

     she wanted to do it herself --- to plunge a knife into the pharaoh’s heart and watch as he recognized that it was her who betrayed him. ( she who sent the whole of egypt to its knees, who took and took and took, who was twisted by lust of love and blood alike. ) she wanted to do it herself, but she had A PLAN that would spare her from the consequences of such an action.. she sought AMUN-RA; she followed the whispers of rumors and prayers and myths alike. glory, divinity! hear my prayer. 

     she crept from the pharaoh’s home, from her home, and made her way to the end of those rumors and prayers and myths. ( she who was not allowed to be left alone sought the presence of a god! ) her steps paused. the place felt of death, of POWER, of solitude. her path had not failed her. she knew this with a star-strong certainty. 

It was here. Tangible. Thick. Weighty in its existence. The trail had led to this place. Led to these towering walls and seemingly deserted halls - aged but not unkempt. There was something about the place that set the very nerves on edge. Kept the blood cold and the heart racing. Addictive and heady in the primal urge to hide like some animal. Something Val had not felt in a very long time. Something that was craved more and more with every step in. 

Pale hands smoothed over every piece that could be found - reverence in every swipe as lips parted in a soft, blissful sigh. This felt right. The world and everything their teachings had been about finally clicked into place. Was this what they had all been waiting for? A soft, breathless prayer fell from chapped lips - pleading it was. Pleading that what they were was right and that they were worthy of finally being in their Lord’s all-consuming embrace. 

Another sigh of reverence as Val pressed on further and further, unable to call out. To intrude on such a sacred ground or silence as the one that enveloped this place. For if it were so - he would send a sign. It was written as such.