❝ United we stand, divided we fall

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“ I wouldn’t call it shameless… ” his voice trails off, eyes alight with mischief despite his innocent words.  “ I was just honestly curious about why your skin looks so good.  Most girls I see who look like you have had a handful of surgeries to look like that. ”

— ❝ “Opinions are easily made to differ.” She counters with an effortlessly graceful shrug before a smile with hinted foul mirth crosses cherry-red lips. “A beauty never reveals her secrets, though I can at least assure that it is entirely natural,” an amused hum and she continues “but for the sake of the sport, let’s just conclude that flawlessness is not achieved over night. It takes years.”

  ❛ Do you perhaps desire to summon SYMPATHY and EMPATHY within a heart that has stopped beating long ago, before your little dramatic act could be played upon the stage of the theatre that we usually refer to as WORLD ? Do you perhaps expect me to SOB and SIGH after hearing your story, after receiving a fleeting shard of the pain you’ve experienced throughout your existence, once your beliefs and your ideals were shattered into NOTHINGNESS by the cruel reality ? Even in life, when you were nothing more than a mere and pathetic human, you were a F O O L — Even back then, you had chosen the wrong pillars to build your happiness upon and as we both can see, the results are not exactly the ones you had expected. What were you, some kind of MONK ? A PRIEST ? Someone who had sacrificed treasures and wealth to venture down the path of SALVATION in order to please a deity whose ears are deaf and whose mouth is sewed shut with rotten silk ? All your prayers and all your pleas were never listened to — Your GOD laughed and sneered at your requests, at your AGONY and TORMENT, until eventually someone else decided to open the gates of his home to you, to your troubled soul… Buddha turned his back on you while the DEVIL, with his clawed hands and infernal flames, welcomed you into his DOMAIN. Denial will not help you to survive, for it will never be able to erase your past or eradicate your mistakes, nor will it help you to change what you’ve done… You’re GUILTY and your soul is by now tainted with the DEATH of all the innocent ones you’ve mercilessly and brutally massacred to quench your appetite, with the BLOOD you’ve drawn from the pallor of their flesh and with the SCREAMS they emitted before falling beneath your murderous touch — You can blemish your flesh as much as you desire, my dear, but that won’t be enough to bring your victims back to life, that won’t be enough to bring a father back to his children or a wife back to her husband, that won’t be enough to strip you off what you truly are… A blood thirsty and feral MONSTER with no soul or heart. But if you truly wish to keep my lips closed, then why don’t you try to MAKE me shut up ? I shall warn you, though — I tend to… B I T E . ❜

— ❝ “Perhaps, consideration should be given to the simple fact that  s y m p a t h y  as well as  e m p a t h y  are concepts long forgotten, non-existent and not longed for.  This ‘WORLD’ as we call it is indeed a stage, hosting many, many dramatic acts of different natures. Mine, yours, theirs. No matter the gathered crowd of ghastly demons to behold it. I expect  N O T H I N G   from you. Nothing from myself either. Sobs and sighs are wasted, as are the emotions that linger within wretched and old bones. Pillars are built and then torn down, mine were never raised by my own hands. Abandonment has made me into who I am. Crushed, beaten, but defeated? No. Pathetic or foolish, perhaps. I was raised in a monastery after my greedy mother decided I was not worthy of her love and compassion. Beliefs strictly forced upon me, embedded into my very skin, as the ink that currently represent what my hears once kept beating for.  D E A F  is indeed a proper word for deities. I will not argue, a concept that should have been known to mankind for thousands of years yet they still strive to win the favor of what cannot hear, see or even mumble a single response back to them. Although, I know that there is NO such thing as a god watching over us, prepared to offer guidance, I cling onto hope. HE has NOT turned his back on a single soul, although his measurements of acting is different from others. One shall keep in mind that his wish was never to be seen as a deity, rather as a scholar — someone who taught us the proper way of living. The devil can dance with my soul, with his clawed digits digging into my very flesh, spilling sanguine over a clear path that once used to be  untainted, now colored grey and black by sins and desires. Denial is an entire lifestyle, either embraced or refused. Your refusal, is not mine. Your beliefs are NOT mine. Different, as can be.  G u i l t  is embroidered onto my very skin, in various shapes and numbers yet I have come to terms with their existence, as fleeing from them would be a futile chase for a flickering light that will forever be out of reach.” A breath, slowly escaping parted lips that have since long lost their color, almost echoes unnaturally loudly within sensitive ears. Followed, by the quietest of menacing chuckles. “If you wish to play a game of such caliber, there should be yet another few points of careful consideration, dearest, as I’m more than sure that you remain unaware of what such a   t o r n  mind as mine can accomplish. Both of us may  B I T E,  question is who has the strongest  J A W .” 

— ❝ “Taehyung...” He repeats the name to himself, quietly before he nods his head briefly. It is, an easy way to make himself remember it after all. He pulls his hand back after a mere moment of contact, allowing it to slip into his coat pocket. “You really look like you’ve seen a ghost, am I really that terrifying?” Sungjoon quirks a brow, head tilting to the side. “Let me buy you something to eat so i can convince you I’m not that much of a bad person.”

      nala keeps her gaze on noah, smile never once leaving her countenance. ❛  no it’s not. i think it’s quite an honor, don’t you?  ❜ the woman inquires with a perfectly manicured brow raising at him. tongue swipes over her blood - red brims to wet them.

— ❝ “An honor you say?” A brow quirks and he ends up chuckling prior to letting her chin go, hand falling down to rest upon his own thigh. “Perhaps I will regard it as such then.” He says in a quite mischievous tone. “Does it come with any perks? This honor I mean.”

  ❛ For as long as you DENY and REJECT who and what you truly are, for as long as you SUFFOCATE and CAGE your real nature and your real instincts, you will always be nothing more than a hopeless and desperate F O O L in front of my eyes. You are indeed a CHILD who continues to cling onto his past with quivering fingers and whitened knuckles, you continue to cling onto what you used to be when your eyes were suddenly and forcefully shut closed before being opened again not by light but by DARKNESS… You fight against what you are now, as if the attachment to your memories and to your previous self could indeed SAVE you from this fate tainted in CRIMSON and TEARS. Does blemishing your own complexion give you satisfaction ? Does torturing your own body provide you with pleasure, with relief ? Do you really think that your MANIACAL and HYSTERICAL gestures will eventually lead you to the doors of god, to the promised land of SALVATION ? Don’t make me laugh, my dear — You’re cursed, you’re doomed, you’re damned… There is no place for you among the saints and the stars of the cerulean, for there is already a THRONE with our names on it among the flames of hell. Stop allowing FEAR to sustain you — Rise above the filthy ground below, rise above the ones who have made you suffer !! Make fear your friend, your family, your LOVER… If the world has given you pain, then give it back, T W I C E as much. We’re called M O N S T E R S — We can merely give people a good reason to refer to us as such. ❜ 

— ❝ “Denial, serves to sustain the fragility that keeps me alive. Denial, keeps me breathing although my need for oxygen was annihilated centuries ago.   W H A T  lingers inside of me has not always been caged, screaming, trashing, dripping with poison from each fingertip that has been tainted with the blood of the innocent. There is, absolutely nothing that I could ever come to detest more than my own reflection whenever bloodlust swirls within reddened irises. DO you have the slightest idea, how death was brought down upon my shoulders, dearest? I assume not, for if you did there would not be these blatant accusations leaving lips I’d very much like to see kept closed for a single, prolonged minute. To allow the words that are spoken in previously gentle tones to sink in and for proper understanding to be held. Do you perhaps know, the ancient ritual of seeking godhood? Do you know, the pain of allowing your human self to wither away not for the sake of yourself, but for the sake of those you believe know what’s best? Have you ever, had to force yourself into complete starvation? Tis been believed that if one can survive a certain amount of days, practically buried alive without access to human necessities, one is considered to be worthy of divinity. Divinity, that was desperately sought by a young mind. Deprived of senses, of knowledge, of eyesight and touch. I cannot to this day tell what happened in detail, merely remembering the voice that mumbled inside of my head, the voice believed to be Buddha himself, there to guide my path through solid  d a r k n e s s. Waking up to the fire in my lungs, to blood boiling in my veins with a hunger that can never be compared to anything I have ever felt, each and every brother, paragon and caretaker I had ever had fell victim to my personal massacre, blood running along the temple hallways, dripping from walls and ceilings as carcass after carcass was left to rot within halls once considered holy. So yes, I allow myself denial. Because without it, I know the best that lives within me will rage out of control and I will not allow it. I will  not.”

“ I’m a doctor, you know… it really isn’t strange for me to have a tiny bit of interest in the… anatomy of others. It really was a harmless question! ”

— ❝ “You call it harmless where as I would call it shameless.” Her statement is calm, accompanied by the tiniest hint of a mischievous smile as her head tilts to the right — allowing dark strands of hair to fall into her eyes. “But very well, repeat your question and I’ll answer it.” 

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