Ah….. What a lovely night.
There was just something about the air tonight and on nights just like tonight when the moon is full and and fat and glorious and bright that make the man particularly…let us say…enthusiastic. That soft moonlight flooding down across the land makes the night as bright as the day, bringing with it the soft and wild winds, an eerie chill to the bones, and such intoxicating, sickening JOY and the promise of the hexing sensation of desire, calling to his need to indulge in it and indulge he does.
Until there was nothing left moving in his sight,
Until not a single life could be sensed in his web,
the knife wielding predator swings the steel in his grasp with flawless precision to rend life from heaps of flesh.
The crimson petals that dance around his form fill him with all the delicious satisfaction of spider eating a fly.
By the time he comes down from his high and that hot fog leaves his brain, there’s at least dozen mutilated corpses strewn around the path. Some of them the beasts, some human(mostly men), some were too torn apart to even tell what they might’ve been before he had gotten to work on them. It was a bit much. It occurs to him, a bit late now, that he may have gone just slightly overboard tonight but oh well. They were all fated to die one days anyways, so for them to die here well…it’s not really that big a deal is it? ‘All good things must come to an end’, after all. Or something like that. That said, with his appetite sated, he’ll have to take his leave soon and find something else to keep his sinful hands busy for the rest of the night.
But first he’ll have to do something about this one.
This new prey that wandered into his killing chamber isn’t quite like the others. Just the presence, or rather, the sheer stench of ‘death’ they exuded made his spine tingle in anticipation… Yes… This one wasn’t just another unfortunate fly landing in his web but a fellow spider, perhaps even bigger, more venomous, and even hungrier than he, and that possibility…
Well, it definitely put a smile on his face.
“Oh this? Haha. Don’t flatter me. This is just a little pass-time of mine, you see. Anyways you’re trying to pass through, right? By all means, ” The man chatters smoothly, thin lips fixed in a pleasant smile and body language all too casual for the horrible scenery he’s left in his wake as he gives an exaggerated bow to gesture for the other to make his exit, “ —Ah, but, please, do be careful, dear customer. See, the moment you turn your back on someone like me, heh, this knife here might end up feeling a little light all of a sudden and after that, well, it’s just out of my hands, you know? ”
At that, Childe simply laughs.
And not an ounce of malice is found to it, only perhaps what can be defined as absolute, bloodlust filled and nigh child-like glee.
Hands resting on his chest as if to quell his laughter, the dissonantly joyful sound gradually dies down amidst the deafeningly silent carnage. Really, it would be a horrific sight to most--But Childe was a man who lived for the battlefield, and relished in the scent of blood and iron. For him, this just smelled like home.
“Ah, that is quite unfortunate! See....if that knife happens to pierce my person, I’m afraid I’m going to have to retaliate and run you through, see?”
Though the Enforcer spoke brightly, there was an underlying sharpness to his words, a challenge. In comparison to the cannon fodder he’s had the displeasure of running into across Inazuma, this man, with the bodies littering the ground around him--He’s hardly weak, and might pose some actual difficulty for him in this nigh endless sense of ennui of a trek to locate the former Balladeer.
“Ah, what a shame. I do believe we’ve come across an impasse.”
A shame, he says, but he’s ready to summon his blades in an instant, his nerves pricking at his skin in anticipation, and his adrenaline pumping wildly in his veins.
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