Thomas had only ENOUGH time to give her a confused look when the chanting began. Even his feeble attempts to stop her were in vain, and he felt his insides coil, his brain POUND with such intensity that he cried out. Dropping on all fours, and finally on his back, he began twitching as the spell began to take hold of him. He didn’t know how long he SCREAMED, but the sound was as gone as soon as it began.
At first he lay still on the cold ground, seeing the world with new eyes. The pain had diminished to a dull humming in his veins, and he exhaled slowly, letting his breath fog the air directly in front of his face. It didn’t concern him that most of his thoughts were rather STRAIGHT-FORWARD – destruction, mayhem, murder, and chaos, with Grimhilde thrown in the very DARKEST CORE of it all – and he finally rose, rolling his head on his neck slowly, his expression nothing but DARK BLISS.
❝ My, I have been rather naughty, haven’t I? ❞
It wasn’t a question that really needed answering, for he could still remember what he had done. But Lucille…anyone whom he might have held an IOTAof affection for was gone from memory, like they had never even EXISTED. Even now, the body beside him was completely ignored, as if the person it once was didn’t even MATTER to him. As he stood, he dusted off what snow had drifted onto his shoulders, seeing the bloodied cleaver. Strange; none of the wounds on the corpse matched that of what such a large blade might inflict.
❝ Though it is a wonder you did not cleave her head in. You already had the TOOL for it. ❞
FROM HER TOUCH HE FELL much like Lucifer had, writhing as if angelic wings were torn from his back, shredded, marring flesh as he hurtled down to join the wretches. unknowingly, he fell victim to the darkness she summoned to HEAL wounds she had created, to contort memory, to provide STRENGTH to carry on from supposed tragedy. from charred ash, a PHOENIX would rise, burning brighter than he every would have been able before. soon the incantation was complete & with it his TRANSFORMATION.
who once was a meek pawn would arise a PREDATOR, free of the strings that were adhered to his limbs. an eerie stillness befell the atmosphere, leaving her to question if he truly withstood the ASSAULT of her witchcraft, shifting on her heel to abandon his corpse only have his voice halt her journey. the inflection of each syllable, his tone so familiar yet so new prompted a chill to envelop each of her vertebrae.
❛ that you have. ❜
snickering at his comment, the tether that had been f r a y e d now appeared REPAIRED, threads enveloped in IRON. the ALLURE remained to entice her aura, drawing her closer, INTENSIFYING. crimson continued to arise from the earth to DEVOUR the fresh ivory snow settled upon it, consuming it around them WITHOUT remorse. chilled hands found their place on his slender frame, one upon his chest, another at his neck, forcing his attention back to her &ONLY her.
❛ i’m far more creative than that, darling. i wanted the wretch to SUFFER. ❜
VENOM & TRIUMPH melded in her tone, fingertips toying with the haphazard strands of the onyx tresses at the nape of his neck. SMUG was her expression, knowing that she now possessed himin a way Lucille never could.
❛ FORGET about her, Thomas. she’s NOTHING to us now. ❜
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