#wintcrcoded

The monster you've made is wearing the crown I'll be the king and you be the clown I'll take the blame, parade it around You've made me the villain you can't live without

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DBH. Pri. High Sel. 21+

Connor RK800-51

Scions of Hell come down on the unholiest of all creation. There are no truer words to follow the heels of those demonic effigies deep down into Earth’s bowels. Unnatural landscapes are born out of heaven’s wrath. It is true since the beginning. God is the reason Hell exists. If he never cast his favored out of pearled gates and beyond the angelic tune of golden lyres no evil would consume the world. They say it in their Satanic churches. They say it among the humans who thrive due to heavenly creation. Many are not at all heaven sent. Most are filled with sin. They are greedy, lustful, prideful, envious, slothin, wrathful and gluttonous. 

Oh so cometh the sins of mortal men. Cometh into creation of a dark lord and savior underneath their earthly plane. 

Seven sins. Seven circles. Lucifer created them all. He chose the prospects for each disgraceful action God’s so-called children act upon on a daily basis. It is all the reason he needs to have demons possess the living, steal their souls and corrupt the innocent. Each sin comes to him with report. Each demon who heralds a poignant role returns to their rightful place as only the Devil himself can walk among mortals without consequence. It is the reason now Hell’s King situates upon his throne of ebony marble overlooking the fury of his own lost demon. 

“My King he has not returned. There is no trace or sign of it.” 

Lucifer is displeased. “Then give me the brother. Not Lust,” correcting quickly before his scion of earthly news rebukes his request, Corvus narrows his dark glittering gaze. “May he continue to rot in the chamber of torment. He will suffer the consequences of Greed’s actions. I want the other. Bring him here. I have an important matter to discuss.” 

What Pride had wrought. The endless sea of rage cripples thee. But to be the King’s personal warrior guard. Let us see what seeds shall plant deeply rooted in the odd one out. 

“Cass...”

His youngest brother is still someone he’s getting to know. Might not be so easy but he’s a lot easier to talk to than his twin. At least that. “You better not be literally dying. Where are you?” It goes unsaid that he will go to pick him up. Callum already altered footsteps for the elevator. He punched the button.

Noting someone he is not fond of potentially wanting him to hold the elevator, the man jabbed the door close button. She wasn’t so fast on those white heels after all. Sorry Frost.

“ My favorite thing about the boys... “ Elijah just hummed as he considered it. 

He takes a drag now. Blowing smoke in a swirl through his lips, he offers it to his youngest brother. “What sort of narcotic is it this time? Did you ask someone you trust or attempt to randomly purchase it on the street?” 

Perhaps he tried on the campus. No matter. Corvus decided this was a good time to stop what is happening. “I want you to look at me, Cass. Look at me now.” 

“Do you need help?” 

Connor already approached with the question without much other thought. She is exhausted. Dark circles and stress are two profound symptoms of lack of sleep. He realizes they have been extremely busy here at the DPD lately. Crime rates against androids have risen. With them the RK800 finds his attempt to integrate as an upstanding officer of the law, abiding by proper etiquette is - difficult. 

He knows right from wrong in a human concept. He would not be worth a small fortune otherwise. Cyberlife built him with specific features that are high quality.

The detective wrinkled his nose. A physical tick. The habit is becoming a nuance in his formulated range of expression. Cyberlife as an idea now only causes him distaste. 

“Connor.” She smiled, sighing a minute. “No, I’m alright. Just a little tired is all.” Getting up from her station, Jade handed him a data pad. “This is my result. Think Fowler would find the current analysis unexpected.” Well she can be proud of that at any rate. 

His lips twitched at her tone. It was full of mirth, playfulness. “Unpredictability is a route cause for unexpected results. Some are quite interesting.” 

“You don’t say?” Jade allowed her smile to brighten. “Oh, um. Have you seen Cassius? I was hoping to talk to him.” 

Connor shook his head. “I haven’t seen him. Though last I did he was on call with Detective Reed.” 

“Oh,” she drawled expecting that to go well. “OK. I’ll see later then. Thank you, Connor.” 

He blinked as she moved by him. Taking her belongings from the work station, he assumed she was heading out for her lunch break. Connor moved in the opposite direction. Taking the DNA record for proper storage, he scanned, analyzing each component. Remarkable how gifted she is in discovering new pieces left undetected from others. As an android he is designed to scout out information, reconstruct and preconstruct events; her talent is natural. 

Connor paused. Overhearing voices, he narrowed eyes on the loud source of obnoxious banter. 

“Maybe next time you won’t slow me the fuck down, Tin Man.” Gavin sneered at the RK900 before heading for the breakroom. 

That is enough to cause a glare. “Cassius,” the android called out to the other. “Ms Winthrope wanted to talk to you. However, I believe she went to lunch. Though it seems you have been busy with Reed.”

@wintcrcoded​ said:

(( super late 🙈 if it’s too much you can just ignore it!)) “You’re my big brother, I know I’m not the best sibling in the world and you don’t like me, you’re a bully, and just mean to me...I feel like I will always stand in your shadows but you’re my big brother and I love you. You’re strong, smart, caring to Connor and anyone that makes it through those walls... but anyone would be lucky to have you as a brother...” // human bro’s uwu

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