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Papillion, The Born sinner

[ 12, 31, 1998. 11 : 19 PM ]

Night had already settled, and in the depths of its shadows, violence ensued at the hands of a boy who would evolve from its chaos. Papillion had danced this line for years, his memories of childhood littered with scolding for his "corrupt and violent: tendencies, and yet he had believed perhaps there was the one he would not cross - Still, there was a conscious will to do harm within him, he possessed a certain indifference toward it’s violation of morality.

What was morality in the face of justice? In the face of wrath, resentment, hatred?

It was nothing.

He knew that was wrong, that his anger was not supposed to weigh more than a mans soul; But he had always been such an ugly, selfish boy behind that beautiful face. Papillion held a certain resentment toward his parents, for pawning him off onto the Nanny Henrieta and her husband Elliot Helstrom.

But oh, was he grateful. Henrieta was loving and kind, and Elliot? Elliot was like Papillion; He too, understand what it meant to be born with a bloodlust, to come out of the womb craving carnage. They bonded, they lived as a family in the same mansion as his parents without ever running into each other, until he bought his first car, and in a moment of impulse, set himself on course.

At that point in time, he had yet to really imagine what it would look like, seeing a body fly into and over his windshield. Nor had he really imagined standing over said someone’s body, crouching down to cradle their head - and then violently snapping their neck, only to stand and remove his leather gloves from his hands and tuck them firmly into the safety of his pockets, walking away afterwards.

Walking all the way to the airport, after stopping briefly to purchase clean and nnw clothes. Not a full wardrobe, though, simply a backpack and two days worth of wardrobe. He had not imagined Henrieta would move with him to America, and Elliot would remain to act as a pseudo head for the Papillion's family business, as well as their private business.

His mother lived comfortably in a home, his father slept comfortably in the grave, and he slept comfortably in the united states. He sells book in the market, undesirable things in the streets, and lives a life of leisure.

Wouldn’t his father be pleased?

[ ooc; reviving an old muse on a new blog; FC is Tom Ellis as Lucifer Morningstar ]

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