You shall ride eternal; Shiny, and chrome.

She stirs.

He instantly wakes.

There is no softness about the man who lay in a larger-than-life bed with a woman far too beautiful for the likes of him — an old man – for a decaying G O D. None know it; or so they claim; so they pretend. He thinks otherwise.

When his eyes open they are alert and aware.

Large arms instantly enclose around her small frame as if preventing her from escaping if she were to try. His exhale his heavy and her body moves in unison with his as he revels in the sensation that is his Sweet Poison. ‘It’s good to be a GOD,’ his mind whispers and cracked-ice eyes take in the beauty before him as he looks down his nose. Such beauty should not exist…

With slow motions he brings a hand beneath her chin, tilting her face ever so slightly up so he can better look upon her fair beauty. A rough and calloused thumb runs along her lower lip absentmindedly as he stares down at her but he does not speak. Not yet. He feeds off the lingering fear from her nightmare that settled deep in her bright eyes; it’s quite intoxicating.

Any of you fools still RPing these dusty losers?!?!

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Send ‘May I have a kiss?’ and my muse will kiss your muse no matter who  they are.                                                                                                                                                              

With his massive back facing the young woman his brow slowly arched when her rather bold words trickled ever so softly into his ears; the word k i s s resonating in his head much like a soothing melody to a song long lost to the scorched world. Inhaling deeply he turned around to lock frigid hues upon her face, allowing the soft hiss of his respirator to linger among the silence.

The Savior did not move but lifted a heavy hand and slowly motioned for her to come to him: much like a master would command a dog or horse. When she neared him that massive hand found her face where calloused fingers gripped at her supple flesh as a steel gaze inspected her.

         — “Body…so obedient…so polite…,” he finally breathed and his words came out raspy as if they had been dragged through sand and glass. “I will allow you to kiss me. For I am a K I N D God.”

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The few candles that were alit offered little light in the room that belonged to his eldest wife and so when the Warlord entered they cast odd and unnerving shadows upon him, making him appear quite demonic with each firm and deliberate step he took. With his mask left upon its perch there were no hissing noises filling the room, only the loud clanking of his boots fashioned from leather and metal. The God was certain not to make anymore unnecessary noise. He did not want to wake his wife just yet. 

When he reached the bed where his sleeping wife laid he allowed cold eyes to take in her soft features, placing it all in his own memory for later use as a wandering hand found its way upon her jutted hip. As calloused tips danced along her silken flesh he inhaled deeply; his nostrils flaring to the sweet scent that tempted his Beast within to come out and take what was rightfully His. When she shifted beneath his trespassing fingers he allowed his eyes to lock onto her face, flawless beneath the warm light of the dying candles and he hissed lightly to the sheer beauty that always enraptured the God. He clenched down on his jaw until the massive hand found her throat where it easily wrapped around her lifeline.

It was only human to want to kill a beautiful thing.