#twisted:death

The excessive blood splatter oozed down the wall, the little that had sprayed onto the ceiling dripped little by little to the ground beside the Deathbringer. Zelo tilted his head in an odd angle, eyes wide open with one being crimson and the other a deep shade of black. It didn’t take much to kill, he could literally just whip out someone’s life in the form of a bead and crush it like glass. But he was a murderer, a reaper of life, Zelo enjoyed squeezing the life out of living things. He enjoyed crushing human skulls, ripping their limbs apart from the bodies, and most of all, squeezing the very air out of the lungs until the head popped right off and rolled to the ground like a meaningless and broken toy. The Harbinger was cruel and hated by not only mankind but the other Forces as well, but it didn’t mean his powers were used for brute strength only. He killed, yes, sometimes pointless deaths, but also to protect. Though he felt little for everything else while seeing red, Zelo’s consciousness told him to be careful – that he had someone precious to protect.

Even then, it wasn’t enough. Zelo knew, deep down, that his powers as the Harbinger of Death was eventually to lead him to his downfall. It was only a matter of time before everything fell into shambles, creating that spiral of ignorance that he failed to get rid of when he had the chance. He should’ve just died that time when Destiny offered to bestow him another chance at life. Perhaps it was his punishment for living again, to see the lives of others and to see their unfortunate ends; Zelo was cursed.

The red that was flowing from his fingertips dripped to the ground; there were marks marred over his cheeks, his dark hair a mess from the prior struggle. His victim was a little boy – he fought well for someone so small, however, he, too, met his doom shortly after Zelo had popped his head off with a snap of his fingers. A gruesome smile stretched across his lips, pearly whites glistening in the dark as his eyes turned darker and darker. He looked insane but what was insanity in the eyes of the Deathbringer?

The body of the child lay beneath his feet which he stepped over it without any care for how the frail bones were breaking with each step. A twisted and dark, eerie tune tumbled through his lips as he began to hum. Zelo’s deep voice contrasted with the contorted happiness of the song but it didn’t seem to bother him much. His fingernails scraped the wooden walls, painting it with lines of crimson until he reached the door to the outside. He emerged into the moonlight and stared as the beams bathed him in a stream of white. He’d killed an entire family. They were celebrating the boy’s seventh birthday or something like that; Zelo wasn’t really paying attention. What he really was focused on was to quench that annoying thirst he’d been experiencing for a while now. He wanted to kill. He needed to shed blood. And that was exactly what he had done. And it felt amazing.