#●「 universe i. 」─ ᴀ ᴠᴏᴡ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ﹐ ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴀs ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪᴛs ғɪɴɢᴇʀ;

[osteum]

       HATED, HATEFUL, HATED. Hatred and malice were intertwined in the very fibers of his darkened soul, a man once consumed with nothing but ANGER had little else to live for... Without rage, he simply did not have a purpose, without rage... He would have to face the DEMONS that plagued him so. Within his beaten, B A T T E R E D mind, he simply could not see why someone like Clark would ever care to show KINDNESS to a creature, a monster everyone deemed to be irredeemable, without hope, and without a sign of forgiveness for the misdeeds that he was desperately trying to atone for. Sins were committed, blood was SHED, people killed because of their need for survival... And their need for vengeance. ( For he was not alone, a life-form was bonded to his very core, yet it remained silent... Still... For even it knew what Eddie needed most )

       Oh, how his body trembled with unbridled FURY, savage maw exposed, snarling at a man that wanted nothing more than to help. Help... HELP, HELP, HELP, no! Eddie didn’t need help, no, they were VENOM, VENOM didn’t require such a thing ━ but the man underneath... He was vulnerable, oh so vulnerable, old wounds torn, sinews open with the blood of his need pouring out of the weakly stitched scars. No one should see it, no one can see how broken he is beneath all the violent remarks, beneath all the harsh words, beneath all the A N G E R. He’s killed, he’s slaughtered, he’s been the HUNTER, the one everyone fears, the one everyone is so quick to judge... Eddie yearned for change, turning a new leaf, desperately trying to build a new cathedral over the ashes of the old... But people... P E O P L E could never understand!

       He was pure once, innocent, filled with aspirations and hope of a new tomorrow... But that was all GONE, GONE, G O N E. Nothing was left of the innocent child that desired justice in such a good manner, no more... Now he sought justice with the breaking of bone and the raking of their TALONS across flesh. Clark... SUPERMAN... So persistent, unrelenting in his endless pursuit of showing kindness and care for a man that believed he did not deserve it. Quick to push anyone away that desired to help, he has been ABANDONED, HATED by the people he has loved most, making their mark on a heart already H E A V Y with guilt and REMORSE. Eddie tried, he was trying to be good... Yet no one saw it... No one except Clark. How... How could ANYONE be so kind and loving, filled with nothing but compassion and empathy? It was so hard to believe that anyone like this could exist... Yet here he was, the fabled SUPERMAN, talking to a beast that everyone was so quick to despise. Within his boiling rage, words penetrated the thickened barrier that had been created over the expanse of decades... Words FILLED with passion and empathy... And Eddie could do nothing as that hardened, angry facade finally cracked. His bottom lip quivered, a shaky breath inhaled... And as Clark stepped forward, he did not move. No matter how much he willed his body to do so, it would not listen... He could do NOTHING but face the being that weakened him so.

❛  … who… who made you this way, eddie brock ? ❜

       “... A lot of people... I can’t remember everyone...”

       A LIE... He would always remember the ones that hurt him so, his mind never let him forget, and he had no one to blame but himself for being so utterly alone. A father that never loved him, an ex-lover that took her life HATING and FEARING him, friends that died, friends that he never saw again despite their promises... Eddie has lost everything, then people wonder why he has become the monster they all fear and despise. MONSTERS are not born, they are MADE... Created through tragedy, hate, and left behind to rot... They are made without love. People... Humans forced him to be this way... But he was trying to be better now, he was trying to be a hero they could admire... Yet they call him a ‘ horrifying beast ‘, a ‘ cannibalistic monster ‘ that deserved no sympathy. The reality of it was... Eddie was tired, oh so very tired... The anger, it faded, and it left him with nothing but his buried SORROWS.

       “I never asked to be this way... I don’t want to be a monster to the people I’m trying to protect. Let criminals fear us, let criminals call us a monster... But not innocents... Not the ones I love.”

●┊@superel​ + continued from here┊

[osteum]

       “━━ Are you one of those X-BRATS or something else entirely? We haven’t seen you around before... You’re quite young to be doing this for a LIVING, aren’t you?”

●┊ starter call ⇢ @fastiell┊