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HH 2- Writhe

Published: Dec 12, 2010

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^{The shattered floor had become familiar in such a short amount of time. How long had it been... minutes, hours- (this isn't what i wanted) -days, years? Time did not matter, not anymore. It was a earthbound thing, meaningless. Hundreds of years would pass for the cities he'd once prowled, but each minute for him, now, was an eternity.

And it was this eternity that left him on the floor of the elevator, struggling for a breath that wouldn't come, suffering the hot agony that sliced through his flesh, took from him and gave nothing but hell in return.

A single bloodshot eye watched the (faces there are faces) shadow of his aggressor near again, after the elevator doors had closed to yet another guest. None of them had heard (help me let me out dear god) his pleas for help. He was certain that none of them could see him.. a thought that seemed irrationally terrible (why not why not) to his delirious head. It couldn't be so.

"You have gone quiet." A twisted claw folded into the hair of the thrall, and the invalid was yanked right up off the floor. Despite the cry given, the demon continued. "Am I being too kind?" His other hand, far too gently, cupped the fleshmonger's face.

The was a warbling moan given in response, and the demon snickered, pulling the wretch closer, claw moving to the yawning, abysmal hole in the damned soul's chest. "Or maybe," hissed Voraltus, "I am just not trying hard enough.."

With a sickened warble, Awais lashed out, unsteady mind directing his hands to grab and snare whatever he could to free himself from his captor. Something, anything- and then his fingers found the nails in the deceit-beast's chest, and without thought, pulled at them. To his surprise, the first one slid out and clattered to the floor.

The consequence was, unfortunately, a sharp banshee's scream, and the doctor met the ground with a hard crunch. Within seconds, the demon was kneeling, grabbing at the invalid, mouth open wide. His claws reached out, grabbing the old man's head roughly, thumbs burrowing into his sockets.

The screaming began.

* * *

Ding. Wilton Kavanagh met Sere at the sliding golden doors, smiling calmly. "'ello again, lad. What floor would yeh be wantin'?" The grayscale fellow stepped in beside him, smiling gently.

"The lobby, please, Mr. Kavanagh," Sere said , dark eyes flicking to the elevator operator's chest. "... why, sir, you seem to be missing a button."

Wilton looked down, a brow raised. A gloved finger met the loose thread. "So I have.."

At the lobby, the elevator door's opened once more and Sere left with a soft goodbye. The doors did not close for nearly a minute as Kavanagh kneeled to lift his dislodged button (nail its a nail its a nail) off the floor near the corner.

"Mngh.. get out," he growled softly toward the empty corner, button (nail nail nail) in hand. "I will take yeh again when I need yeh."

There was a long, hesitated moment, and the doors closed, leaving an eyeless figure on the floor of the facade's threshold. He no more saw two things, only the one. Neat doors had become jagged traps, the floor ice cold, the light flickering and sharp. Organic. Terrible. Hellish.

It avoided the den to its left and turned toward the lobby, crawling on its ribbed chest. A few guests moved about, lingering in conversation, all of them ignored.. save one.

A woman's presence, her voice familiar only by accent (home, am i home, no), struck through the main and misery and to the doctor's heart. The damned man was drawn to it, trying to be comforted, hoping.. he murmured, mumbled, reached out for her, grazed her legs with bloodied fingers. And he was dismayed, horrified as she made no reaction, simply finishing a marked note.

He begged, to no avail. Nothing. Nothing at all! Why, why could she not see.. he screamed for her, until he could offer no more.

And instead, the woman began to walk away, toward the elevator. The doctor stared in disbelief, in horror, as she willingly walked into the cage of broken glass, smiled to the demon waiting within.

The doors closed again.

'.. she can't see you, doctor,' whispered a bitter voice in his ear. He tilted his head, but only sat there and shook, pain chilling him. He knew the speaker. 'She will only see the facade.. No one will see us. No one will help us.

We cannot be helped. We are damned, and we are alone. This is how it will be. This is how it must be.'

The fleshmonger wept.}

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_{Having finished the writing portion some time ago, I decided to finish up the picture up there so I could upload this.

I did edit some of the writing out, however. I felt it'd feel better if I just included bits pertaining to the fleshmonger for now.

Matured for nudity, even if it's not sexual.. and even if nothing is showing.

Wilton/Voraltus (c) ~Gendreavus
Sere (c) *TheDemonSurfer
Lydia (c) ~Spookybelle

PS: Yes, 'Voraltus' is pretty much canon, considering me an' Gendy brainstormed that name up.

PPS: XD I actually DID have Lydia in this before the formspring exchange. I was so giddy when that thing happened, hahaha.}< Previous - Next >

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Kastia

Dec 13, 2010

He deserves so many oreos and hugs...
:'C