#𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. ✧ ( ic. )

[iinsomnium]

@onepiecc continued from : here

 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘  hovered in the void-like space around Stella, his single eye gleaming with an intensity that spoke of eons of knowledge and an insatiable hunger for chaos and anything weird. The spectral blue flames flickered around his form, casting eerie shadows that danced with a life of their own. He watched Stella with an amused curiosity, her emotions a tapestry of raw, untamed energy laid bare before him. The sob that escaped her lips only seemed to deepen his grin.

                           ❛   ❛         well         you       wish          to      know      ?           ❜   ❜ Bill's voice boomed, echoing through the void ;  the very fabric of reality bent to his will. his eye narrowing slightly as if to scrutinize every fiber of her being. He could feel the burning rage coursing through her, the desire for vengeance, for survival against all odds. It was intoxicating, a heady brew of desperation and fury that made his very essence vibrate with glee. ❛       Most generous offer ?      —-          ❜  the demon repeated, his tone mockingly thoughtful as he stroked a spot above his bowtie on his  triangular form like one might stroke a beard.  

                          

❛   ❛         YOU         SEE       BLONDIE  ;               I'M      A      REASONABLE   GUY           —-                  A         GIVER       REALLY          !         I        COULD            OFFER       POWER                    ————                 power   beyond   your   wildest   dreams   the   kind    that     could  turn   your   enemies   to   ash   with   a   flick   of   your   wrist   &&   or   maybe     you   would       prefer   a    second        chance   !   a   do   over   with   all    the    cards   stacked    in     yer   favor   ?   imagine   the   looks   on    their              faces   when    you     stroll   back   from   the   brink   not   just    alive      but   thriving    !          ❜   ❜          He circled her slowly,  his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. ❛       So, what are you willing to give up? Your soul? Your freedom? Your sanity? Or maybe… a little something more personal, something you hold dear, something you'd never think to part with until the moment came to choose      —-          ❜  Bill paused, letting the weight of his words sink in, his eye locking onto hers with an intensity that bordered on unsettling. "So, Stella,      —-          ❜he purred, ❛       what's it gonna be? Your life for their suffering? Your soul for their torment? Or maybe… just maybe, you'll find out how far you're willing to go when the stakes are this high. Choose wisely, because once you make a deal with me, there's no turning back.,      —-          ❜

[styxkissd]

[iinsomnium-art]

It was an indignity he hadn't anticipated, a FATE he believed beneath him. stuck in a stone prison, his form slowly regenerating from its once broken form.  As he remained IMPRISONED in that unmoving form, he felt the world around him with a heightened sense of awareness, each sensation a reminder of his confinement. Time, an irrelevant concept to a dream demon, stretched ENDLESSLY . He felt the slow but persistent erosion of the stone, the way the earth encroached upon his prison. Yet, the most disturbing sensation was the warmth of blood seeping into the soil around him. he was awoken from his slumber      ————      At first, it was a mere trickle, an anomaly in the otherwise monotonous passage of time. But soon, it became a steady flow, soaking the ground, saturating the very roots of his prison. then came the weakened whimpers and groans of a woman that followed.

The blood carried a distinct tang of desperation, fear, and pain, emotions that Bill RELISHED. He could almost taste the anguish and turmoil of those whose lifeblood now fed the earth around him. It was a cruel reminder of the power he once wielded, the power that was now so tantalizingly close yet frustratingly out of reach. his consciousness raged within the stone, seeking an escape, an opportunity to exploit this new development. He could sense the potential in the blood.  Where there was death, there would be new life. Where there was destruction, there would eventually be REBIRTH.

Bill's power, though contained, was far from gone. He could feel it, a slow, steady burn in the depths of his being. It was a smoldering ember, waiting for the right moment, the right catalyst to reignite into a roaring flame. Bill's mind coiled around this woman's vulnerability, ready to exploit it to his advantage. With a soft, almost imperceptible whisper, he reached out, his voice slithering through the shadows like a serpent && filling her mind.

                            ❛   ❛         what         do       we               HAVE      HERE      ?  SEEMS              like         someone's       in        a         bit       of                 a       predicament                    ————            ❜   ❜                the   demon's   voice   a   blend   of   charm   .                  ❛   ❛            yeesh   lady    !        seems   like   you've   been   through   the   wringer    !     ,  HAHAHA   HAHAA   ,   your   bleeding   out   &&   your   time   is   running   out   but   lucky      for   you     ,                      ————             I'm   in   a   generous      mood   !            ❜   ❜

@iinsomnium -plotted starter-

The blonde had been kidnapped to get back at her ex-lover that she had recently broken up with. Gild Tesoro was making big waves in the underworld and was making enemies of powerful connections, which wanted to show off. So they kidnapped the female, tortured her for weeks on end before finally killing her to teach him a lesson not to mess with their boss. She was dumped in a forest in a very small town called Gravity Falls as they wanted to make sure she was never found again. Stella rolled into a weird looking statue in the shape of a triangle as her blood covered the concrete. Her captors left laughing with glee without even taking a moment to look back at the woman.

Groaning softly as her heart was still beating, but very faint. She did not want to die, as she was on the verge of death itself once again. Laughing at her situation of being powerless, she hated that feeling. Her broken ribs caused her to cough up blood as she moaned with pain. Death was near as her flesh was burned, bruised, torn, and shredded. She was covered in filth, mud, leaves, and her own blood matted in her hair. Closing her eyes as her mind wandered and drifted, she yelled and screamed internally. ‘I don’t want to die…..please anyone help me…..’

[styxkissd]

chthonickeys​:

leaves a sticky notes on hades' desk reminding him that a good father doesn't pick a favorite

but what if they pick Him as favorite.