—ALL FREAKS MUST DIE—

“You know the Christian Brutal Sniper,”

He says slowly.

“What are you?”

-@thebrutalmedic

Pure knelt before the altar, hands clasped in quiet prayer beneath the towering crucifix. Warm rays of sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, washing the chapel in muted colors as silence settled around him.

"I am merely just a simple priest..." he murmured, eyes still closed as he traced the sign of the cross across his chest.

"Though...yes, I do know the Brutal Sniper you speak of."

Only then did he rise to his feet, turning to face the stranger. His gaze lingered on the firearm resting in the man's hands before meeting his eyes.

He shifts his grip on the gun, tilting his head. Despite the dazzling colors of the light, it doesn't seem to have an effect on him and his shadowed eyes remain on you, a perhaps undeserved wariness in them.

"...though, if he's a friend of yours, I doubt you will be of use."

"Do I count as a freak? I mean... I'm not technically alive...."

He makes some sort of motion like he was trying to explain it but realized he just looked stupid so stopped.

”Many freaks have a similar… condition. It does not change their danger, hm? You do not seem very dangerous.”

He scoffs at the motion, gesturing for the ‘ghost’ to continue.

He slightly pulls down his shirt collar yo reveal a Y-Incision scar.

"Also my blood is blue and my organs are grey, I don't think that normal."

He furrows his brow, observing him.

"Do I count as a freak? I mean... I'm not technically alive...."

He makes some sort of motion like he was trying to explain it but realized he just looked stupid so stopped.

”Many freaks have a similar… condition. It does not change their danger, hm? You do not seem very dangerous.”

He scoffs at the motion, gesturing for the ‘ghost’ to continue.

He slightly pulls down his shirt collar yo reveal a Y-Incision scar.

"Also my blood is blue and my organs are grey, I don't think that normal."

He furrows his brow, observing him.

"Do I count as a freak? I mean... I'm not technically alive...."

He makes some sort of motion like he was trying to explain it but realized he just looked stupid so stopped.

”Many freaks have a similar… condition. It does not change their danger, hm? You do not seem very dangerous.”

He scoffs at the motion, gesturing for the ‘ghost’ to continue.

He slightly pulls down his shirt collar yo reveal a Y-Incision scar.

"Also my blood is blue and my organs are grey, I don't think that normal."

He furrows his brow, observing him.

"Stupid 6 month period...stupid!"

🩷🪽 ~ @harbin-ludwig-of-red

The Brutal Hunter quickly drops into the snow, squinting through his gun's scope at the figure. He doesn't trust that the demon won't attempt to kill him after their last, unpleasant encounter, but there's no way he can think of to get farther away without making his presence known.

(Just one day without any damn magical nonsense... is all I ask...)

He mutters, scrambling to his feet and shoving the gun in its sling. He steps back against a tree, pulling a knife from a hidden holster.

"Ridiculous... that demon probably scampered already. He's far too much of a priss to really fight me..."

He slowly re-holsters the knife, eyes flicking between the dark trees.

(He seemingly popped out of nowhere, behind the tree the hunter was leaning against. Yet, he didn't attack, he was trying to see if Brutal was ballsy enough to make a move. Lemme tell you one thing: Harbin ain't a priss. He just likes testing people. If he would have tried to pulled to trigger against his head in their last encounter, he would have melted the gun itself with his fire.)

He turns to face Harbin, walking around the tree and glaring up at him.

"How unpleasant to see you again. I thought you'd had enough, nein?"

(What does he want... I'll have to get him out of the way somehow.)

He keeps his hand near the knife sheathed at his hip, boots planted firmly.

(He glances down at his knife.)

He lowers his hands, crossing them behind his back.

"You are trapped up here, then? A shame. I'd hoped not to see you a second time."

He tilts his head, taking a moment to listen into the howling wind. Sometimes he hears things in that wind, though at the moment it is unfortunately lacking the sound of animals.

He shrugs, eyes flicking to the hooves in question. In his little visit to Hell, he doubted whether he could respawn from there. However, now that he's back, dying is a negligible risk, as far as he's aware.

"Your ignorance is laughable if you zhink a Sin is considered little. How about i show you vut I truly mean, hm?"

(An entire ring of fire lit up around both of them, Harbin's anger increasing. Mm. No, not his anger...His Wrath igniting. Hunter oh my stars you are so close to death like actually if you arent careful.)

"You hope I dont cause problems? I may not for anyone else, but for you, Absolutely."

He pushes his boots into Harbin's chest, trying to shove him off and reach for his knife at the same time.

"Funny how easy it is for a 'Sin' to be so easily upset by a little mortal like myself, eh?!"

"You still fail to recognize vhat i am after ive told you multiple times? Sins are zhe highest ranking demons in all of Hell. I am zhe prince of WRATH. Zhe *SIN* of it! OF COURSE IM DRIVEN TO ANGER EASILY!"

“Your status is of little importance to me.”

He pushes himself up to his feet, pointing the gun at you.

.

.

.

For a moment he’s caught off guard, but he moves just fast enough to avoid a fatal blow. It sinks into his arm, however, pinning him back against the tree.

(Gottverdammt!)

He struggles for a moment, then, with a frustrated grunt, hucks the shotgun to the ground to scrabble for his knife. He can hardly use a gun with one free hand…

"Stupid 6 month period...stupid!"

🩷🪽 ~ @harbin-ludwig-of-red

The Brutal Hunter quickly drops into the snow, squinting through his gun's scope at the figure. He doesn't trust that the demon won't attempt to kill him after their last, unpleasant encounter, but there's no way he can think of to get farther away without making his presence known.

(Just one day without any damn magical nonsense... is all I ask...)

He mutters, scrambling to his feet and shoving the gun in its sling. He steps back against a tree, pulling a knife from a hidden holster.

"Ridiculous... that demon probably scampered already. He's far too much of a priss to really fight me..."

He slowly re-holsters the knife, eyes flicking between the dark trees.

(He seemingly popped out of nowhere, behind the tree the hunter was leaning against. Yet, he didn't attack, he was trying to see if Brutal was ballsy enough to make a move. Lemme tell you one thing: Harbin ain't a priss. He just likes testing people. If he would have tried to pulled to trigger against his head in their last encounter, he would have melted the gun itself with his fire.)

He turns to face Harbin, walking around the tree and glaring up at him.

"How unpleasant to see you again. I thought you'd had enough, nein?"

(What does he want... I'll have to get him out of the way somehow.)

He keeps his hand near the knife sheathed at his hip, boots planted firmly.

(He glances down at his knife.)

He lowers his hands, crossing them behind his back.

"You are trapped up here, then? A shame. I'd hoped not to see you a second time."

He tilts his head, taking a moment to listen into the howling wind. Sometimes he hears things in that wind, though at the moment it is unfortunately lacking the sound of animals.

He shrugs, eyes flicking to the hooves in question. In his little visit to Hell, he doubted whether he could respawn from there. However, now that he's back, dying is a negligible risk, as far as he's aware.

"Your ignorance is laughable if you zhink a Sin is considered little. How about i show you vut I truly mean, hm?"

(An entire ring of fire lit up around both of them, Harbin's anger increasing. Mm. No, not his anger...His Wrath igniting. Hunter oh my stars you are so close to death like actually if you arent careful.)

"You hope I dont cause problems? I may not for anyone else, but for you, Absolutely."

He pushes his boots into Harbin's chest, trying to shove him off and reach for his knife at the same time.

"Funny how easy it is for a 'Sin' to be so easily upset by a little mortal like myself, eh?!"

"You still fail to recognize vhat i am after ive told you multiple times? Sins are zhe highest ranking demons in all of Hell. I am zhe prince of WRATH. Zhe *SIN* of it! OF COURSE IM DRIVEN TO ANGER EASILY!"

“Your status is of little importance to me.”

He pushes himself up to his feet, pointing the gun at you.

"Stupid 6 month period...stupid!"

🩷🪽 ~ @harbin-ludwig-of-red

The Brutal Hunter quickly drops into the snow, squinting through his gun's scope at the figure. He doesn't trust that the demon won't attempt to kill him after their last, unpleasant encounter, but there's no way he can think of to get farther away without making his presence known.

(Just one day without any damn magical nonsense... is all I ask...)

He mutters, scrambling to his feet and shoving the gun in its sling. He steps back against a tree, pulling a knife from a hidden holster.

"Ridiculous... that demon probably scampered already. He's far too much of a priss to really fight me..."

He slowly re-holsters the knife, eyes flicking between the dark trees.

(He seemingly popped out of nowhere, behind the tree the hunter was leaning against. Yet, he didn't attack, he was trying to see if Brutal was ballsy enough to make a move. Lemme tell you one thing: Harbin ain't a priss. He just likes testing people. If he would have tried to pulled to trigger against his head in their last encounter, he would have melted the gun itself with his fire.)

He turns to face Harbin, walking around the tree and glaring up at him.

"How unpleasant to see you again. I thought you'd had enough, nein?"

(What does he want... I'll have to get him out of the way somehow.)

He keeps his hand near the knife sheathed at his hip, boots planted firmly.

(He glances down at his knife.)

He lowers his hands, crossing them behind his back.

"You are trapped up here, then? A shame. I'd hoped not to see you a second time."

He tilts his head, taking a moment to listen into the howling wind. Sometimes he hears things in that wind, though at the moment it is unfortunately lacking the sound of animals.

He shrugs, eyes flicking to the hooves in question. In his little visit to Hell, he doubted whether he could respawn from there. However, now that he's back, dying is a negligible risk, as far as he's aware.

"Your ignorance is laughable if you zhink a Sin is considered little. How about i show you vut I truly mean, hm?"

(An entire ring of fire lit up around both of them, Harbin's anger increasing. Mm. No, not his anger...His Wrath igniting. Hunter oh my stars you are so close to death like actually if you arent careful.)

"You hope I dont cause problems? I may not for anyone else, but for you, Absolutely."

He pushes his boots into Harbin's chest, trying to shove him off and reach for his knife at the same time.

"Funny how easy it is for a 'Sin' to be so easily upset by a little mortal like myself, eh?!"

"You still fail to recognize vhat i am after ive told you multiple times? Sins are zhe highest ranking demons in all of Hell. I am zhe prince of WRATH. Zhe *SIN* of it! OF COURSE IM DRIVEN TO ANGER EASILY!"

“Your status is of little importance to me.”

He pushes himself up to his feet, pointing the gun at you.