#this chapter and life have been kicking my ass im so glad its finally done

[snaillamp]

Chapter 10 - Memories

“It’s been two days and he hasn’t moved…” Nathaniel murmured tiredly, wiping Keh-yah’s face again.

Mark looked up from his slouched position, rubbing his balding head.

“Hmm?” He asked, rubbing his eyes.

“I said it’s been two days, and he hasn’t moved. He’s not doing well Mark…”

Nathaniel looked up at the man as he stood and shuffled over to Keh-yah, who’d been moved to the sofa upstairs.

It was too cold in the basement, too dark and too musty, and up in the lounge room was the bathroom and kitchen close by, if they needed to get him anything.

Keh-yah grimaced, whining slightly.

“Is he waking up?” Nathaniel asked, looking hopeful. The demon sighed slightly, his face relaxing and head tilting as it grew heavy again.

He went limp, with priests standing over him, waiting with baited breath as they waited for him to draw another breath. His chest rose slowly as he fought for his life, Nathaniel looking over at Mark.

“Can demons die?”

Mark shook his head, grimacing, “I believe so… Let’s just hope he’s strong enough to fight this…”

~~

Keh-yah awoke in the cell, Daga standing over him, grinning wickedly.

“Hello little demon, did you have a nice nap?”

Keh-yah ignored him, staring at his eight toes, all bruised and broken from Daga standing on them a few days ago. He’d been here for a few weeks, and the torture was fairly tame, all things considered.

Minor stabbing, fingers and toes being crushed, being drenched in ice water.

It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle… But these cuffs, they reduced his immunity to everything, heat, cold, pain…

He was more human like, with human levels of resistance to things, and it was awful.

Keh-yah could navigate the arctic circle like it was a warm summer field, stand in the rain and barely get cold, traverse deserts and not need to stop for water or shade…

And now these cuffs made him so weak, and it was only getting worse, every day he could feel them draining his power.

“You’ve done well to last so long… too bad that this is merely the beginning…” Daga drawled, depending into another long speech about how the Angel race was going to take over the world as the rightful owners, and how demons, his kind, were an inferior, submissive race that deserved to be wiped off the planet…

Which Daga had succeeded in doing, as he made sure to remind Keh-yah constantly.

Daga grabbed Keh-yah’s jaw, yanking it upwards and forcing Keh-yah’s black eyes to look at his.

“Look at me when I speak to you, scum.” Keh-yah smirked, meeting the Angel’s eyes and locking onto them with his own, featureless black eyes.

Daga felt a chill run down his spine as Keh-yah sat there, on the ground, unblinking, as his arms hung from the chains that suspended them above his head.

Daga blinked, breaking the eye contact but could still feel the demon’s eyes boring into him from across the cell. It creeped the Angel out.

Keh-yah maintained his eye contact with the Angel, not moving as Daga tried to start his speech up again, but he faltered as Keh-yah stared into his very soul…

Shivering slightly, Daga grimaced. “You’re asking for it, you know. I wasn’t going to go this hard on you this fast… But you’re not behaving.”

Kah-yah remained staring at Daga as the Angel left the cell, coming back with a large, wooden club.

Keh-yah had seen it before, Daga had used it a couple of days ago to cave in his ribs. Ribs that had painfully cracked and snapped themselves back into place that night, slower than normal… more painfully than normal…

Keh-yah’s chest began to tighten in anticipation, as Dana lifted it and brought it crashing down onto his stomach.

Keh-yah gasped as the air was knocked out of him, but this was fine, pain was temporary. Daga cackled as he beat the demon a few more times, but soon grew bored with Keh-yah as he refused to react to the pain.

Daga lifted a small lighter to the tip or the bat, setting it alight and holding it in front of Keh-yah’s nose.

“You’ll like this…” He growled.

Swinging the flaming bat, Daga sent it flying into Keh-yah’s chest, burning pain screaming through Keh-yah. His body jolted, back arching as he hissed.

Daga laughed, burning Keh-yah’s arms one by one, dragging the bat from his wrist to his hip.

Keh-yah bared his teeth, gritting them as the Angel burned him again and again.

By the end of the session, Keh-yah was almost unrecognisable, almost every inch of accessible skin on his chest arms and legs burned raw.

Daga sighed, knowing it would only last a few hours. But then the thought of doing it all again made him laugh…

That was going to be fun.

He returned a few hours later to see Keh-yah slumped against the wall, hands hanging in the shackles as he healed. The burns were pretty much gone, nothing left except a few flakes of tough skin.

“Ready to do it all again?” He asked, glee in his voice.

Keh-yah smirked, “Tch, you thought that was worse?”

Daga hid his offence well, but Keh-yah could tell he’d struck a nerve.

Daga ripped out his knife, stabbing Keh-yah in the guts, chest and legs, leaving him to bleed and choke on his collapsed lungs.

Stupid creature ruining all his fun.

~

Day after day he returned to attack the Demon, until one day Keh-yah awoke suspended from the ceiling. The long chain above his head had been unravelled and hooked to a large ceiling hook in the centre of the cell.

Keh-yah lifted his heavy head. His injuries were healing slower than ever, taking days, rather than a day now… and he was starting to feel the toll.

“Ah, good, you’re finally awake.” Daga drawled, walking around to Keh-yah and unravelling a whip.

It was braided with streaks of a shimmering silver.

“You’re well aware of what Blessed Silver does to your kind, aren’t you?” Keh-yah ignored him, his thoughts racing as his feet settled against the cold, concrete floor.

“Yes, you are… This is going to be fun.”

Keh-yah heard the whip unravel behind him, the swoop sound as it swung through the air, and cracked against his back, splitting the skin between his shoulders deeply.

Keh-yah saw white as a streak of the worst pain he’d ever felt ripped through his body, to his very bones. He’d been nicked by Blessed Silver before, but this was a whole new level of pain. He might actually pass out…

The guards standing down the hall from the cell heard the first, blood curdling scream echo from the cell.

Screams of something in extreme pain, the very sound of a soul shattering. It made them look back in shock as they heard another crack and another scream, more ragged, rasping and harsh.

They continued for minutes, until they awkwardly died down with a strange choked gasp.

Daga emerged from the cell, whip dripping with blue blood, as he left the unconscious demon hanging by his arms from the ceiling. Waterfalls of blood flowed from the deep lacerations on his back, the deepest of which revealed bone.

A rapidly growing puddle of blood was forming at his feet, dripping from his toes, that barely brushed the floor. As the guards entered the cell, they lifted the chain from the hook and let the demon’s body crumple to the ground.

Winding the chain back up, his arms again suspended above his head, they left him slumped against the wall, a newly formed puddle of blood already seeping across the already blood smeared concrete floor…

It was a few days of silence after that, the guards only checking to see if the demon was alive. He was, barely.

Daga returned after a week, as the lacerations had finally stitched themselves back together and showed the demon the whip again…

Keh-yah stared at it with vacant eyes. He didn’t care anymore… He would die in this place, it may as well come soon.

“Tell me, demon… how do I gain the immortality you posses… Let me cross into the other world, let me raise my army!”

Keh-yah looked at him blankly. “It does not exist, Daga.”

The Angel screamed, whipping him across the face. “Then how do you do it?”

“It’s within our natural abilities, as it is that you can raise life, I raise the dead… I cannot make a life, and you cannot take them to their end…” Keh-yah repeated the phrase he'd said a thousand times.

“LIAR!” Daga screeched, whipping Keh-yah’s neck, sending warm blood gushing over his left shoulder.

The demon grimaced as he felt his veins thread themselves back together, his skin scabbing over with a thick, black wound. Daga huffed in frustration, leaving and coming back the next day to rant to the demon again.

~

Days wore on, weeks, perhaps even a year, the torture becoming the same few tactics.

For a master warrior, Daga sure wasn’t creative when it came to torture methods.

After he’d realised Keh-yah’s wounds were healing slower and slower, he reassessed, not wanting to actually kill the creature.

Keh-yah couldn’t have wanted that more, after everything…

~~

Keh-yah’s breathing became more ragged as he jerked slightly in his sleep.

“He’s having a nightmare.” Mark murmured to himself, Nathaniel had gone to bed hours ago, unable to stay awake…

“Come on Keh-yah… You can do it. Break through this fever.” I

t had gotten worse, as the fever got worse, his condition had changed, the nightmares had started and the myrrh oil, while it seemed to be helping, was not helping him rest well.

“Come on Keh-yah. You’ve survived so much, don’t give up now.” Mark stroked the demon’s sweaty hair as he comforted him.

He was in so much pain right now… and there was nothing he could do…

~~

One night, the guards suddenly burst into the cell, and a tight collar was thrust around Keh-yah’s throat, the Blessed Silver burning his skin and sapping the energy from his body.

He felt so weak as his powers drained from his very spirit, as his arms were yanked higher above his head, threatening to pull his arms from his sockets, and forcing him to kneel.

Keh-yah couldn’t even project the pain he was feeling into the guard’s minds, which usually made them ease up on him a little. This was a whole new level of bad for him.

He was about to be tortured in ways he couldn’t imagine.

He only hoped his body could manage, and if it couldn’t it would be a swift death.

Daga walked in, smirking as he held up a device. It was a large wand, which the Angel fiddled with, before it began buzzing. “Now, scum. This is something quite new, that I’ve been told is pretty efficient at getting information from… tough prisoners.”

The Angel smiled, his teeth shining in the dark as Keh-yah braced himself, causing Daga to laugh.

Keh-yah didn’t know why, but he set his jaw, determined not to let the Angel win. He wouldn’t so much as wince.

Guards came into the room, pulling the chain over to the hook, and suspending Keh-yah from the ceiling, only to clamp a collar around his neck. It was also put on the hook above him, letting him hand a bit more by his neck than Keh-yah found comfortable.

Daga thrust the hot wand against Keh-yah’s body, sending volts of electricity into his torso making Keh-yah’s muscles jerk in the restraints, pulling his arms even more and threatening to rip them from their joints. He couldn't project any of the pain out of his mind into Daga's... The collar was stopping him...

Keh-yah however, kept his mouth sealed, opening his eyes and staring at Daga with a smirk, the darkness closing in on his vision a little.

“What...? Is that... supposed to scare me?” The demon spat, the bravery in his words only a front, as he braced for more torture.

It did hurt.

A lot…

But his stubbornness was too strong, his defiance.

There was nothing to tell Daga, so he wasn’t going to let him torture Keh-yah and have fun with it.

He was shocked again, longer and harder, and felt his arms pop from their joints, now suspended by his neck, choking him.

“Tell me, Keh-yah…” Daga reached over and stroked Keh-yah’s jaw. “Tell me how I can manifest the dead. Live an eternal life… Give me the power to live forever and you will be free.”

Keh-yah scoffed as the hand around his chin tightened. There were six, long fingers on each hand, and each was pressing hard into his skin, bruising it.

Smirking, Keh-yah gave him the closest answer he could think of.

“Die, Daga.”

Daga grabbed Keh-yah’s hair and yanked him upwards, shocking the demon again and again with the wand, until Keh-yah cracked, screaming loudly.

It was then that he smirked, beginning to chuckle under his breath, his deep voice growing louder as he laughed more and more. He was winning.

“You don’t get it, do you Daga?” Keh-yah’s voice was calm and level, as he felt the last of his sanity slipping from his grasp, like water through his fingers.

“There is no secret…” He chuckled to himself at the absurdity of it all. “You’re wasting your breath, time and life looking for something that isn’t even there…”

The demon sighed, looking at Daga with hollow, dull eyes. “You’ll die before you ever get the answer.”

And with that, Keh-yah shut his mouth, refusing to speak, unless it was to mutter then same phrase:

“Die.”

His eyes went distant, and his body limp, Daga becoming more and more angry. The joy he felt from torturing the demon began to wane, and his hand shot forward, tightening to collar around his neck.

The demon gasped, his long purple tongue flickering in the darkness like a snake, as the energy inside him flickered a little.

Daga shocked him again, “Come on, it’s just one little spell…”

“There is no spell…” Keh-yah whispered.

“There is. Tell me.”

“Die.”

Keh-yah screamed as he was shocked a final time, before Daga stepped back, panting. He eyed Keh-yah, a new look in his eye.

“What?” Keh-yah spat, voice rough and quiet.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Daga was strangely calm, his eyes holding Keh-yah’s, unblinking.

“Perhaps, if you knew why I wanted it, you would be more… sympathetic to my cause. You are a reasonable creature, I know that much.” He leaned forward, caressing Keh-yah’s jaw.

Keh-yah bared his teeth, pulling his head out of the Angel’s hand.

“You see,” Daga continued, “I need to be immortal to raise an army, but you know that… But I want to raise this army because…” He looked sad.

“Humans. The last few centuries, they keep getting worse… Genocides, war, pollution, chemicals, radiation, it is all so… suffocating…

My kind, Angels, our survival is being threatened. We do not have the ability to live forever as you do, your infinite lifespan blinds you to the plight of mortals… like me.

It is only a matter of time before my kind is wiped out, so I decided to do something about it. We want to fight back, defend ourselves from human kind, before they get us… They cannot be trusted with such power, and so I will bring balance to the world, and make it right, give the true, rightful owners of this planet control over it all. The humans need to learn their place.

Humans are divorced from nature, we are nature, and with immortality, we will make this place truly ours, like is our right.

It is them, or us.”

Keh-yah just took it all blank faced, not reacting to anything. He wanted to laugh at the absurdity of Daga’s words, but he knew better than that.

Daga growled, leaving the cell.

In his weakened state, Keh-yah could barely see a thing, as the melting snow dripping from the small window above him travelled down the wall, and onto his back. It chilled him more than it should… he was growing even worse…

The cold water dripped from the window down onto his skin… chilling his spine… as he spoke to himself in the ancient language of his kind, projecting it into the minds of the guards at the door, just to know that he was still being guarded. It was nice, knowing he wasn't alone...

The water kept dripping down onto his spine.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

~~

“He’s gone cold.” Mark mumbled to himself, looking at the demon.

He’d been twitching in and out of nightmares, stuck in a coma, but this was bad.

Nathaniel looked up from his phone, concerned. “What do we do?”

Mark sighed, saying the phrase he’d been rehearsing in his head for hours. “Let’s make him comfortable.” He paused slightly. “I’m sorry, Keh-yah…”

Nathaniel nodded sadly, coming over to the other priest as staring down at the demon.

Despite his… sinful lust, he was quite fond of the creature, there was a sarcastic, mischievous character hidden behind that stoic mask, and Nathaniel had really enjoyed the little company they’d had together.

Mark got the crucible alight, the gentle myrrh smoke drifting over the demon’s wounds, making his muscles twitch under the skin.

Keh-yah shuddered, making Nathaniel jump as the demon’s breath rattled.

“Death rattles?” Nathaniel looked to the tired, older priest beside him.

“No. The infection must’ve reached his lungs…” He glanced at the various thing scattered around them, containers full of holy water, olive oil, myrrh oil, isopropyl alcohol, antiseptic and wine. They’d been treating the wounds with everything, but the infection was too deep.

Keh-yah murmured something with the faintest whisper… It sounded like he was speaking backwards, something Mark had begun calling Demon Speak.

“Get the wine, at least then he won’t be in pain.” Mark murmured to Nathaniel, who reached for one of the little jugs they’d grabbed from somewhere, pouring it down Keh-yah’s throat without even checking it.

He was so tired…

“Nate. That was the olive oil!” Mark yelped, realising the fatigued, young priest’s mistake.

Nathaniel stepped back, horrified, and worried that Keh-yah would be in more pain than before, as the demon’s face twitched.

Mark rushed forwards, pouring the wine he had left down Keh-yah’s throat, turning away his head from the stench of the blood that it became in the demon's mouth.

They watched Keh-yah barely managed to slowly swallow, but he didn’t look any better.

“I’m sorry, Keh-yah. May God, or whoever deals with you have mercy on your soul.” Mark murmured, watching as the demon began shudder, his breathing becoming uneven.

The two men sat by Keh-yah’s side, Nathaniel taking his cold hand and gently massaging it, hoping he knew he wasn’t alone in the end.

~~

The torture grew worse, more impatient and violent. Pouring acid down Keh-yah’s throat and nailing his hands to the wall above him, stabbing his throat and letting him bleed, only to watch his skin feebly knit itself together.

Keh-yah’s muscle began to wither, the demon now resembling a skeleton, more than a living being. The cuffs were enchanted to tighten around his thinning wrists, and his skin grew tight around his ribs.

Keh-yah hadn’t seen a living creature except Daga… for decade? A century?

It had been too long, so he had taken to passing the time by trying to manifest enough energy to survive, his whispering projecting out into the world.

He knew the guards could hear his ramblings, as were rotated frequently due to his whispers causing them to lose their minds. That, and the changing torture methods where the only things indicating to Keh-yah that the world and its' technology was still advancing whilst he was trapped inside.

As he slowly faded, Daga brought new toys, like tasers and shock collars. He threw acids and burned Keh-yah, watching as it began to take weeks, and then months for his body to heal itself. At full strength, it would’ve taken mere minutes.

His hair had grown dull and limp, hanging around his hips as he slumped against the wall behind him, and that damn wet slime slid over his bony spine.

He was ready to die.

Perhaps he could manifest it himself. A small part of him wanted a guard to lose it and kill him, or maybe he’d starve to death. Could he starve to death? It certainly was a possibility, but his body was stronger than any human, any creature with a natural life span…

He shut his eyes, hanging in the shackles, and focusing on slowing his heart down, holding his breath and hoping his body would give in.

Then he heard it…

A voice…

He couldn’t tell who’s it was...

“Keh-yah.” It snapped, “You have to get up.”

“I’m not afraid to die…” Keh-yah whispered in reply.

“Keh-yah…” It spoke firmly.

It sounded like a dozen voices, the voices of every demon, every reaper, his friends, his family… his kind… Everyone who had been killed were talking to him at once, voices of deep and high voices, silvery and gravelly…

Everyone…

“I’m dying.” Keh-yah smiled wistfully as he thought about finally being free of his aching body.

“Get up.” The voice was more serious now.

“I’m tired.” Keh-yah argued.

“Get up.”

“I’m ready to go.”

“You’re not supposed to come.”

“Please…” Keh-yah begged, only for a guard to bang on the door.

“SHUT UP DEMON!”

Keh-yah felt the voice disappear, and sighed…

He wanted to die.

~

The new guard shuddered as he felt a cold chill curl around his spine, as quiet whispers of a language he didn’t know filled his head.

“What’s it even saying?” The new guard asked he other guard beside him.

“Who knows. It used to mutter stuff to itself about 8 years ago, but as it gets weaker it can’t even do that, so it… projects itself into our heads, probably to entertain it’s sick mind, creep.”

“How hasn’t it died?”

“It’s a demon. They’re powerful. It’s why we killed them all, so that they couldn’t free it when we caught it. It’s the last one left. The one who apparently is supposed to know how to live forever. Hence why it’s not dead I guess.

Better to get them before they get us hey?”

The new guard peeked into the cell to glance at the demon.

He was naked, his pale skin stretched over his joints revealing every bone and tendon. His heavy, emaciated head hung heavily, his hands limp in the shackles holding his arms above his head, and a collar tight around his neck, a heavy loop for a chain to be clipped tio it pulling his head down.

“It looks dead.”

“It’s not.” The older guard replied flatly.

Suddenly, the demon’s head snapped up and it’s black eyes met the and the new guard’s, who felt a searing pain through his body.

The other guard bursting into laughter as the kid covered his ears to stop the loud screaming coming from the demon’s thoughts, and staggered back from the door.

“Don’t worry, everyone makes that mistake.”

The guard, shaken, nodded, making a mental note not to look at the demon again. The creature really was cursed.

“Heigta.” The older guard introduced himself.

“Mahnyel.”

“Heh, nice to meet you, Mahnyel. Welcome to Hell.”

Mahnyel nodded, shuddering.

~

Keh-yah felt a new soul approach. He refocused, trying to save his energy. If he could hold onto a little of his mind, he could maybe harness enough of the power left in him to escape…

The kid peeked onto his cell, and Keh-yah locked eyes with him, screaming in agony, projecting it into the Angel’s mind, relieving some of the pain he was constantly in, at least for a moment.

It distracted them from the possibility he may figure out how to escape.

He’d been trying for years with no luck though… And he hadn’t heard anything from the voice…

It was a hallucination…

He knew it…

It meant he would die soon...

Drip…

Drip…

Drip…

This dripping was driving him crazy.

He could hear the guards talking outside.

He wanted nothing more than to die…

The water was cold on his spine.

It was driving him up the wall, the dripping.

The dripping.

The dripping…

It was driving him crazy.

The collar was so tight…

He felt it getting hot, as he felt the insanity build in him…

His senses heightened, as his vision became clearer and more focused than it had been in decades… His smell revealed the rot of his cell in his long broken nose.

His skin prickled at the cold water dripping down onto him and he’d let more alive than he had in a long time…

~~

Keh-yah moaned, murmuring slurred Demon Speak, and twitching slightly.

His muscles spasmed, and he grunted slightly, before going still. With each exhale, he groaned softly, shuddering in pain as he fought the sepsis.

His skin had started to become incredibly hot, Nathaniel quickly pulling his hand away in shock.

The demon’s cheeks burned red as sweat began to pour from his skin, his rasping breaths getting faster as his body continued to burn.

~~

As Keh-yah’s senses tightened, and the collar becoming hotter. He could feel something churning in his chest and stomach, shooting painfully down his legs.

He bit his tongue, determined not to scream, as he squeezed his eyes shut in agony. The collar grew hotter and tighter, choking him, until it vibrated against his skin, and exploded, small shards of silver shooting into the bricks of the cell, leaving him gasping for air.

Then the burning began.

The burning, shooting pain in his stomach and legs went up into his head and arms. His skin began to swell his muscles growing rapidly, his eyes glowing with their golden light, only visible when his body entered it’s strongest state.

Keh-yah yanked the chains in a sudden rage, feeling something give, as chains cascaded down around him. The new strength inside him burned, as he let the chains drag around behind him, staring at door that he’d been staring at for decades…

He walked up to it, and kicked it, sending it flying into the opposite wall, the two guards jumping back in surprise. The drew their weapons, blades coated in Blessed Silver and lunged at him.

Keh-yah bared his teeth, dodging the guards, then swinging his arms to send the chains flying at the guards. Both of the long, large chains slammed into their skulls, sending them crumpling to ground.

Sniffing the air, Keh-yah stalked down the hall, winding each chain around his wrists, creeping through the shadows. No one noticed the two golden rings looking out at them from the darkness, until an alarm went off. He would have to be even more stealthy.

Keh-yah snuck through more hallways, searching for an exit, dropping down from ceilings, or lashing out from the shadows, snatching guards and ending them, their necks crunching satisfyingly.

It had been so long since he’d killed an Angel…

And he still took no pride in it. Noticing an old, empty sack on the ground, he slid it on. It would be easier to camouflage if he needed to.

He ended up running along a beam, suspended above a walkway, a bridge connecting two floors over a void, with a railing each side, watching, waiting for guards to come. He wanted to observe which way the troops were coming, and following them towards an exit.

Suddenly a yell echoed through the room, and he looked down to see a troop of guards pointing up towards him.

The guards were all dressed in swinging silver armour, swords drawn, and ready to fight.

Keh-yah dropped down onto the platform, dropping the chains to the ground and smirking. The guards all rushed forward, as he swung the chains. The long, heavy metal flew towards the guard’s faces, cracking their helmets open and embedding the ends in their brain matter.

These were young guards… barely 300 years old…

Keh-yah lashed out at another guard, wrapping the chains around his neck and pulling it tight. His skin was turning silver as the Angel blood leaked over him, and the guard’s head rolled to the floor.

His power was turning his hands and forearms black, a protective layer of thick skin that emerged when his powers would blow his flesh off. It felt so good to be this strong again…

He dispatched the last few guards, slicing them to pieces with the chains, when a boot clamped down on the one trailing behind him, his left arm jolting as he tried to move.

“Not so fast, little demon…” Daga growled, holding up a bow.

As Keh-yah turned, his body was suddenly riddled with bullets and arrows, from all angles. He managed to deflect a few with the cuffs, still clamped around his wrists. But there were too many arrows, bullets… He gasped, falling to his knees, as he felt his body weaken…

“Cursed arrows…” He murmured under his breath.

“It’s amazing that you waited this long to escape, Keh-yah. I’m honestly surprised you let yourself go so much. Now, lets get you back to your cell, and get you cleaned up and rested, and then we can continue where we left off, hmm?”

Keh-yah growled, his already deep voice growing deeper, as if he had two, his deepest power speaking in tandem with his own voice.

“I’m done playing your little games, Daga.”

Keh-yah ripped the arrows out of him, throwing them at incredible speed at the Angel, who blocked them with his arms.

Keh-yah yanked the chain from under Daga’s foot, and sent them flying at the Angel, catching one of his arms and yanking it so hard it slipped out of its’ socket. The demon leaped forwards, landing on the Angel, yanking his helmet off and clawing at his face, scratching it with his claws.

He flashed his teeth, as he felt the familiar electric pulse of a taser jabbed into his ribs. He screamed, feeling the electricity build in him, rising as he spat out sparks onto Daga, which skittered over is armour.

Daga eased his body up as Keh-yah was hit with more fire from above, which only made him angrier. He yelled, as he lunged at Daga again, and the two tussled, the demon biting at his neck, hands stained with silver as the Angel spilled his blood.

Daga swung a fist at Keh-yah, sending him flying back, running after him and grabbing the demon by the throat.

Keh-yah twitched as he felt his throat close, slowly growing weaker, struggling against the large hand holding him aloft. His feet kicked out at Daga’s chest, pushing him out of the Angel’s grip, and arching gracefully through the air, landing softly on the walkway, the chains clattering heavily and immediately rushing at Daga.

The chains flew behind him, and as Keh-yah flashed past Daga, he reached out, using the chains to catch him around the throat.

Holding Daga close to his chest, Keh-yah smiled as he began walked backwards, towards a door.

The cuffs were still suppressing his powers, but he could also feel himself weakening, he had to take this chance to escape...

He didn’t notice Daga grab a cursed arrow that was wedged on the railing as they walked past.

His back hit the door, and he walked through it, into the hallway behind it, his body already weakening again. He could already feel his muscles losing strength.

“You’re getting weaker.” Daga taunted.

“I’m still more than strong enough to end you…” Keh-yah growled.

“I’m sure.” Daga retorted. “You’ll never escape, you know. This place is a maze for a reason.”

“Then you’ll help me escape, and I’ll let you go.” Keh-yah replied flatly.

Daga was silent, as they continued through the halls, alarms blaring in Keh-yahs ears. Red lights flashed, as they continued walking, Daga slowly turned the arrow, preparing to strike.

“You know, we could make a good team.” Daga countered. “If you were a bit more… cooperative, I wouldn’t have to keep doing this, and we could be quite powerful.”

Keh-yah didn’t respond.

“Fine, be like that.”

Keh-yah tightened the chain around Dana’s neck.

“Okay, okay, I get the message.”

Daga relaxed, as Keh-yah walked through hallway after hallway, before finding stairs leading upwards.

‘No, no, no…’ Daga thought, Keh-yah grinning as he sensed Daga’s annoyance.

“Look’s like it’s my lucky day after al-”

Keh-yah was cut off as Daga thrust the arrow into Keh-yah’s ribs, deep. The demon grunted, slumping forward, enough to loosen the chain and enable Daga to free himself.

The Angel shoved the demon, whirling around to see Keh-yah yank the arrow from his body, and toss it to the ground.

“I can’t let you go, Keh-yah.” Daga spoke dryly, eyeing the demon, who held his side, the blue blood leaking out of the wound.

“It doesn’t matter how far you run, I can always find you, and I will always hunt you, so give up now, tell me what I want to know, and I’ll let you go, I’ll even lift the curse, I have plenty of cures for it.”

Keh-yah bristled, barking his teeth and snarling. “Never. You trapped me in here for decades… And I will never be trapped… again…” He shuddered slightly, the last of his power was waning.

“I didn’t want it to come to this, but if you refuse to tell me the answer to immortality, I will have to end you, like I did your brethren. Perhaps I can find another way to become immortal.” Daga stepped forwards, grabbing the cursed arrow off the ground and looking at the demon.

Keh-yah set his shoulders, smirking. “Then end me.” He watched with his black eyes, as the gold grew dim, eyeing the arrow. He couldn’t escape, the cuffs were holding his power back too much, unless…

The demon focused the last of his energy into his hands, as an extremely painful, burning sensation ripped through him. As it began to built the cuffs grew red hot, and Keh-yah thrust them at Daga’s eyes, burning them.

Daga screamed, grabbing the cuffs in his gloved hands, and trying to lift them off his burning eyes, gripping them hard.

The cuffs snapped at the hinges, Keh-yah ripping his arms free and feeling a surge of energy painfully prickle through him. He took half a second to imagine a place, as isolated and far away from here as possible, a grassland he had been in a century ago at least.

The memory had taken his breath away, reminded him, that despite the horror of his existence, the world was still beautiful.

The sight was breath taking, the pink and purple sky, setting sun and gently waving grass. He didn’t even remember where it was at that moment, but it was where he could hide. He knew it wasn’t in Siberia, he knew he could hide there, that he’d be safe.

He sighed, preparing for the agony that was teleporting, as Daga ran at him.

Keh-yah couldn’t help but smirk as he felt his body almost melt, folding itself over and over, making him feel like he was about to throw up.

Then suddenly, he unfolded, and feeling more solid looked around.

The storm he had apparently entered froze him as he limped along the empty road surrounded by nothing except expansive fields of some kind of golden plant, perhaps wheat.

He had no idea which country he was in, It could be Russia, Brazil or India and he wouldn’t have a clue. After what felt like an eternity, he had reached the small town, following the main road into the centre of the settlement, glancing at the houses, all darkened.

The night was dark, moonless and the rain made it hard to see, perhaps a blessing in disguise in a way. Using the last of his strength, he felt his body morph slightly, into that of a more acceptable human appearance. Perhaps he be more likely to be assisted.

In the distance, he spotted a spire, a small, metal cross attached to the tip. The symbol sent a shiver down Keh-yah’s spine, but he didn’t seem to have any other options.

The church it was.

~~

Keh-yah went incredibly still as a final sigh escaped him. The two priests looked at his body stop breathing, Mark about to reach out for a pulse in his neck, when suddenly Keh-yah shot up, coughing and gagging, gasping for breath, as he slumped forwards.

His stomach rippled, as a thick, pus like substance came up from his throat, spilling into his lap. It smelled like rotting flesh.

The demon convulsed, shuddering as he threw up the yellowish, slightly green slime, which spilled out of his mouth like a waterfall.

The two priests stepped back, eyes wide in horror, as Keh-yah crawled onto his hands and knees, spewing up the slime, which was starting to have thick, slimy, black tendrils that curled through it.

With a final shudder, Keh-yah coughed up a large, black, gelatinous ball, that slopped into the copious amounts of puke like a weird jellyfish.

Wiping his mouth, Keh-yah sighed in relief, leaning back and coughing slightly, thankful to be able to breathe. Something inside him had shifted, and he felt his side, where the infection was, looking down at the purple skin. The inflammation around the wound was already going down…

His vision blurred, a ringing in his ears growing loud as his eyes rolled back, Mark rushing forwards and catching Keh-yah as he began to tilt sideways, passing out in his arms.

The two priests looked at each other, carrying the demon up the stairs, and to the couch, whilst they began to mop up the mess Keh-yah had left for them.

When they were finished, Mark checked the demon’s temperature, which was going down already, and his bruises and cuts, broken ribs and burns all seemed to be healing a lot faster…

Keh-yah was finally out of the woods, or so he hoped.

As he tucked the demon in, he whispered a little prayer, hoping that God would at least take some mercy on this demon… It was the least he could do.

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Tumblr refuses to let me reblog the post again, so this is the second part of me reading the second btg book! ☺️

Still Chapter 211

Son on son violence

Chapter 212

This dude pretty cute ngl

Shit, rip

AAWW HIGH 5 🥺🥺

It's almost like they are a regular father and son 😭🥺💔

Chapter 213

Look how thigh those shirts are hehehoho 🥴

OYXITSITDITDLTD

Ooooh there goes my man Jyaku ready to kick some ASS

🥺😭💞

Baki really just forgot his mom eh, thought you were getting stronger for HER smh

Oh Jyaku vs Retsu? Nvm Jyaku i can only hope Retsu is nice w you

I like how most are like, confused over who to cheer for lmao

I know he won't make it but I'm cheering for Jyaku btw i like him more <33

Chapter 214

Love that title, can't believe Jyaku is gonna ask Retsu out 😍 /j

He really is just honest Igari

I love that he apologizes

Chapter 215

OJFOYDITDISTOTDG

HIS FACEEE THIS FUCKING CLOWN 😭😭😭

THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

Chapter 216

Burgir

GHZJDUDDRHD THEY ARE SOOO MAD

That smile so cute...

Jyaku is a king

Love it when Retsu throws that pose, though y'all know why

HDGSSGSGF you are coming to Japan wether you like it or not 🔫

Chapter 217

Finally Jyaku got serious too

WITH HIS TOES 😭

King is just obsessed i luv him

HEHE HAIRY LEGS

It does seem like Jyaku is trynna confess his love jfnshdshdf

Chapter 218

I remember i almost laugh cry with my dad when we saw this

His damn beard... 💔

THE HAND OF THE TRAITOR

He has a good point

They be calling my man Jyaku a masochist noooo yfjdhdgs

Chapter 219

Okay seems kinda into it <:/

Old man? He doesn't look that old Baki :/

That was so smart 🥺

Chapter 220

Retsu calm down please you are gonna break his back

Oh my god Retsu, oh my god.

He did apologize at least

Chapter 221

Damn dude be a little more gentle with him

Oh, get was picking him up, okay

FR FR

🥺🥺🥺

FARHDHDYFTH THE KINGGG

Chapter 222

I love how everyone completed him (except Yujiro but not surprising), these warriors are such a good team

I want to eat an apple too now

That was fast

I got distracted watching a vsauce react video sorry

Okay I'm glad a comment actually mentioned Sik

Chapter 223

Had to take a uh idk 5 hour break bc lights went out :/

Feet be fuming lmao

Ohhh that's a cool analysis

Chapter 224

What a good punch

That "please",,,

Poor Li man, having to see his brother DIE /j

No, Viêt Long, i have not been hit by a truck before.

Chapter 225

It's so funny how Jyaku lost bc he fought a main charac and only those win

Sad day for the Chinese citizens

Mf got tits in his back

This is gonna be so goodddd

Chapter 226

Look at the size of his tits, the slut

INSTAGRAM INFLUENCER POSE WOOO

These two are cool fighters

Chapter 227

Old man showing skin

His smile is so fucked up lmao

Chapter 228

Baki what the FUCK are you wearing?

I just remembered when Hana did a flip, that was so good

Retsu babey 🥺

I love how confused Yujiro looks

Chapter 229

Hey, i recognize that name...

Kaku just too op

Yujiro you are gonna pop your testicles if you do that with your leg

Chapter 230

God that's such a good threat

Love Retsu's confusion

Damn bitch you saying we gotta keep up w this whore cuz you were too slow? Ffs Kaku 😢

I love when you can tell someone is still hanging around just quietly by seeing their response in a comment

Chapter 231

God this just feels so good, to see Yujiro actually scared 😍

YOOO THAT'S POG

Chapter 232

I wanna finish this book and start the next one grrr

This fight is so satisfying

That last bit is so cringe but whatever that's okay

Fight so controversial comments were deactivated

Chapter 233

Itagaki hincha de boquita el más grande? 😳 /j

Okay yeah it IS just rude

Hohoooo shit getting nice

Chapter 234

This asshole lmao

Yuji-chan really went "how many times do i have to teach you this lesson, old man?!"

Mfs be doing Jojo references in the comments lol

Chapter 235

GTFO WITH THAT LOGIC RETSU IM SORRY CHINA IS LOSING BUT GET LOSTTTT AJSGAJGS

Ffs Kaku you are doomed 😢💔

Yujiro so strong my mouse disconnected

Chapter 236

Abs in his back...

Crying and shaking that is NOT true

DON'T FEED HIS EGO, KAKU

LIONS CAN BE KILLED BY TIGERS TOO!!!!

I thought Yujiro was bleeding for a second there smh

Chapter 237

OKAY YEAH IT IS HIS BLOOD ITS COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE ITS NOT MUCH BUT HE BLED

THE HEAD APPLAUSE

HE'S SO UPSET LMAOOO

Yujiro surprised is good shit

GSJDUFTHSTD

KAKU YOU LEGEND LMAO

Kaku has boyboss energy

Chapter 239

This cover almost gives me a stroke

I love how they all just shat their pants

These minor Chinese characters were so good tbh, sadly i don't think they will ever return

Don't worry Retsu, we the viewers have seen a man revive before

King i don't think any of us understands

It really is

CAN MEN IN THIS FRANCHISE JUST OPEN BOTTLES REGULARLY?!

Oh my god i though Yujiro was sitting on the air for a second i almost cry 😭

Coca cola must have paid Itagaki /j

Chapter 240

Oh so the Kaioh part takes the name, not the surname

...is Yujiro wearing a floral shirt? 😭

I LOVE THAT ENDING SO MUCH 🥺😭

Jyaku has his eyes fixated on Retsu eh, proud of having him come to Japan lmao

Chapter 241

HORRIBLE fit Baki

CHILDHOOD SAGA PART 2? 😰

Jk though i do miss Yuri 🥺

Oh hey Jr

You gonna fuck his girl, bro?

Chapter 242

So straight forward lmao

I'm starting to appreciate Baki's feminist ass every day even more

AAAA GRANDPAAA 🥺🥺💞

This page didn't allow me to call two mfs virgins smh, 1984

Chapter 243

Grandpa they shrunk you

Chapter 244

Kings idc about this

Okay true but also he's 70 dude pls... Though idk if this guy will go thru worse than Jack lmao

Such a nice lad

Chapter 245

Baki being such a feminist icon is so meaningful considering how his parents were,,,

MY MAN IS BACKKK AND AS DAPPER AS EVER

Doppo he's called Ali Jr how are you surprised?

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED HIS EYE PATCH HAS A PATTERN THAT'S SO COOL 🥺🥺😢💞

These men love throwing their glasses eh

Chapter 246

If only Igari and Toba had done this lol

OKAY THATS COOL I LIKE THAT

Me lo re devaluaron a mí pelado eh

HEHE OOOOH NICE 😳

Scenes that give me a boner

CHU...

Such a good callback...

Chapter 247

My man got serious, sweet

Doppo has been trying out his luck a bit too much like he's been betting with his life an uncomfortable lot like king do you need to talk? Are you okay? First asking Gouki to kill him now this like, is everything alright Doppo?

YEAH A BIT FUCKED UP TO THINK ABOUT

I love that blocking technique

OSHWOWHIWWH "gay ass Orochi, out of option so he touching dick" SHUT UPPP 😭😭💀

I really wish he got kicked in the nuts again see if he's still using his technique

Chapter 248

Poor guys thought he was bout to get murdered

A kiss? 😏 /j

When i saw this in the anime i actually thought Orochi was going to die, i was gonna get sooo angry

Chapter 249

What a way to cockblock em

Feminist icon

Jack is that the only sweater you own?

Chapter 250

I have been thinking of that scene of him eating the whole steak a lot

Jr like 🥺

Imagine being stupid enough to tease Jack like, i get he defeated two masters but they are NOTHING compared to this monster

Imagine jack just smoked some weed right there lmao

Jack needs to bite people more

Chapter 251

My shitty ass son gave me parkinson's

Jack that's not how human anatomy works what the fuck did Kureha do to your body spine?

Chapter 252

DAMN JR WHAT A FAT ASS

Looked like Jack was going for a handful

Those techniques must fuck your neck up so bad

Okay Jack you are going a bit far now don't cha think?

Chapter 253

You are tempting your luck sunny boy

Look at that, you pissed him off!

You cannot just know out jack hanma bro

HHH

This was so stupid yet, unironically, iconic

Chapter 254

Bruh i thought it said Pog 😭, ain't manslaughter poggers Mr Hanma?

OKAY THANKS JACK

Such a simp he downed that coffee cup

Grandpa put here cockblocking

Chapter 255

"no he didn't >:/"

These two masters are a pair of fucking idiots like understand this i love my grandpa and i love my man but mfs have to take the L for this one time sksgwjgshgw

Gouki bro my senses gonna shut down if you put your sucks against the dirt again OUGH sensory hell 😭

FOR FUCKING REAL JR

STOP ENABLING THE OLD MAN!! WKSGKSGSJSHDD for once I'm on Viêt's side 😭

Chapter 256

Hoho Gouki out here getting a panty shot 😳

Grandpa i love you but this was unnecessary

Chapter 257

Kozue should wear a Korn tshirt

GET HIS ASS KOZUE

OWHWLWGISGSJWG 😭😭 MF JUST STANDING THERE LIKE A FREAK I LOVE HIM BUT I HATE HIM SM!!!

Love how consistently round his hands are, king got no knuckles

HEY DONT CALL MY MAN A FREAK KOZUE

King hasn't changed his clothes ever since i see

His shoes look so nice...

OKAY OKAY HE HAS A POINT AT LEAST, HE AT LEAST ACCEPTED HE LOST BUT HE'S STILL BUTTHURT FROM IT SKSGAJGS BUT HE ADMITS IT!!

Doppo i love you but shut UPPP you lost get over it!! You are just going for the rematch bc you have the higher ground against a injured guy!!! Like Shibukawa didn't have time but you were already getting serious!! Hhhgrrrrrr doppo i love you but I'm going to bark

Hehe nvm he still hella fine... keep talking king 🥴

This was so mean of him sjsgwjwg

Chapter 258

Low-key starting to believe these two mfs plotted against Jr sjshsj

THAT FACE AKSGWJGS just 😐

If i didn't know you would get your ass handed in a plate i would be a lil mad he's planning on being that savage

He has been thru worse, sunny boy

Niceee

Tbh. I don't care anymore. Doppo is in the wrong, but GOD I'm a simp and i love seeing him fight 😍😍🥴

Yeah a comment mentioned it, we all were on Jr side until he threatened to kill Doppo Orochi like, even if not everyone here is as horny as me we all like an og fella

I also love how the prisoners really changed them all, the scars (both physical and mental) those 5 left will be remembered lol

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTER LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 7

when will one of these chapters start with ‘wow murphy’s gonna love this and rly enjoy themself’ WHEN IT IS. I HAVE TO KNOW.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

okay i am Recognising this chapter so we’re not quite yet in untouched, completely Feral territory which is. nice. thats nice. i like it when i know what im working w/ but who the kell hnows.

Something nagged at her. A forgotten thing. She thought hard, but even so, it took a long moment for her to remember.

me when i go to my room to fetch my dishes for the washing machine but i get sidetracked by my dog being cute and then i forget and go back downstairs and remember the dishes and then i come back up but my dog is still there and i forget again-

i’m just. rly enjoying this glynda. I SAID IT BEFORE BUT IM RLY THRIVING FOR THIS IDIOT WITH ONE BRAINCELL. THE BRAINCELL IS CINDER.

Glynda’s hunting instincts were primed, the only part of her that worked with absolute clarity, even now.

this is why she hasn’t noticed cinder’s flirting, the fool, the blithering idiot,

In the split second before she faded from consciousness, she smelled ash, the foreign Aura within her flaring until she could taste it: burning flesh and steady decay. Then it disappeared, fizzling out.

hm. is it a callout to say this is. romantic. this is kinda romantic. hey is this? gay? i think its gay. im gonna settle on it.

its gay.

When she awoke the next morning, it was like pulling herself from some great void,

H👈A😎H👈

for some reason THAT was the fingergun that made me spill juice all over my keyboard i see how it is

Then she remembered that at Beacon, her blood usually stayed inside her body.

im thriving for this weird observation. you know when you wake up somewhere new like a hotel or smthng and for a moment yr like ‘where am i’ and u figure it out thru like. normal fucking means. like oh thats not my duvet oh thats not my ceiling oh thats not where my window is-

and then glynda has to judge her location by how much blood of hers is spilled in it. this bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE GOT ONE BRAINCELL AND OFFAL HUNT IS THE THESIS TO PROVE IT-

It was the room she’d all but dissembled in after getting her ass kicked and then saved by Cinder Fall.

sorry im going HOG WILD on quotes but these new lines r SO GOOD and im LIVING for them....................... like until now we’ve had glynda goodwitch, terrifying unstoppable woman and occasional dipshit. now shes all dipshit. just 100% pure dipshit. spread her on a field and you couldnt tell her from the manure. a complete buffoon.

that said its nice to see glynda using her Brainmess for once... i mean she still wont be able to put an otherwise fuck-ton of clues together still because that requires, the ability to multitask, which is surely does not have, but finally she’s taking five fuckin minutes to let herself go ‘well THATS weird’.

There had only been a stirring of life along those red-vein tattoos, swirling just along the cut of Cinder’s dress.

im enjoying the new ‘sexey tattoos’ slant we’re seein in this remaster it was a real shame they didnt get primetime attention last time.

also glynda Why Ya Lookin,

Hello,

she’d be a heretic to the Law of Semblances twice-over,

I May Not Know My Semblances, But I Know A Bitch When I See One!

For the first time in years, Glynda wanted to set everything aside and rest.

we stan a sleepy bitch................ ugh im so glad she’s finally realising she needs 2 give herself some mfing slack!!!!!!!!!!!!!! because as much as im enjoying the Dragfest she rly needs to. chill.

When she finally emerged from the bathroom, a towel around her waist and her dirty clothes balled in her hands,

look i didnt make this blog to lie that my first reaction to this was tilting my head and going ‘tiddy out? tiddy? is the tiddy out? tiddy?’

look women look hotter doing all the things guys do and this is fact i wont sit down and i Wont Shut Up

No more rushing ahead and getting herself torn up for nothing.

H👈A😎H👈!

thats a Good One, Glynda,

Winter Schnee had the pale white hair of her bloodline, and the sharp features of the famously reclusive Willow Schnee.

YES BITCH WE ARE IN IT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! POP THOSE MFING BOTTLES

i have been WAITING. FOR WEEKS. 7 FUCKING WEEKS I HAVE SAT HERE AND WAITED AND IT FINALLY PAID OFF OH MY GOD MY BITCH IS IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As Ozpin had said, she was twice the age of the younger Schnee daughter, and her blue eyes held all the acuity that age had brought her.

i made a Sound at this i CAN SEE WHAT YOU DID. I SEE IT. I SEE IT,

A single photo hung on the wall next to a placard detailing some kind of award. Glynda pushed her glasses up on her nose to get a better look. Though it had the appearance of a family photo, only the women of the Schnee family were present, Willow and Weiss flanking a newly ranked Winter.

why am i being targeted directly anyway

safdjhgfsdajgh WINTER,....... im still. im Love w/ this main bitch finally... Finally.... i love winter in offal hunt so fuckign much and im so glad she’s here and that we’re getting more details because AAAAAAAAAAAAAA i love her!!!!!!!!!

also i cant.... say anything because spoilers..... but also............. NNNNNNN this convo has just. so much behind it. SO MUCH CONTEXT. its Killing Me,

A strange expression crossed Winter’s expression. It looked like how bruises felt.

im losing my fucking mind rn diesel and kc are going right to hell and they know it but do they care???????????? no. they already are the devil,

okay i went silent for ages and read ahead because i screamed in discord for like ten minutes and it looked like this

so YEAH theres that, i guess,

Instead, it only filled her with deep unease. Glynda didn't know what Cinder’s game was, but it was becoming clear that it did not align with her own. And the more she thought about it, the less she understood. The less she understood, the more wary she became.

cinder: i wanted to tell this girl i liked her so i wrote her a note that said get out of my desert,

im rly thrivin in this chap i already said it but we’re rly jumping into the meat n bones of the Plot now and its a Good Plot so im excited!!!!!!!!!

“Yes, I think you’ll like her!”

“she’s a lesbian, like you, so maybe her distinguished energy will chill your dysfunctional energies out-”

Glynda pressed her lips; she needed a delicate hand here, needed to carefully choose a response which would divert Ozpin away from the topic. “No reason.”

YES MY FAV LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is Big Me and literally this is MAYBE the best and also funniest line in this entire shitshow remembers the Pasta Bit and /sweats

i also rly enjoy glynda n ozs friendship... i mean im out here remembering the glynda/ozpin/cinder fic so i was already sold on all their interactions but its rly good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GLYNDAS BEST FRIEND MAY BE 200 YEARS OLD BUT GOD DAMN IT WHEN WILL YR BFF EVER BE THERE FOR U LIKE THAT,

theres a Bit here im not gonna go into but. honestly once u kno how offal hunt basically ends? Its Sad and Im Sad. i hate how knowing this whole thing just inflects on everything else and everything glynda wants and honestly this whole fic sucks. why am i reading this AGAIN.

“I have faith in you, Glynda. But there are terrible things that can be done to a person even without killing them.”

👈😢👈

we’ve popped the first sad fingerguns but also What The Literal Fuck, Oz,

“Come and catch me, then.”  

im LAUGHING this is much better than the first version because this is SUCH a cinder-brand of shit to say dsfjhgfds she’s SUCH A SHIT-STIRRER but i love her,

“She’s just sent me something. My Scroll is working fine, but I think it’s safe to assume she knows what we’re discussing.”

“What did she send you?”

“An invitation.”

oh finally glynda works out the whole CCT business JHGDSFSDF i wonder if cinder knew shed figure it out or saw her msgs to oz and went ‘ah shit well’

BUT YEAH..... DATE! DATE! DATE! HOT DATE WITH CINDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am. VERY excited as many of u will remember i made a prime shitpost abt That Chap back in the day and ill have 2 REDRAW IT!!!!!!!!! POPPIN BOTTLES!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway this chapter sucked and was also very good in equal measure. as it is Wont,

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The 6 Times Peter Wanted To Reveal his Identity (And the 1 Time He Did) Chapter 2

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As always, HUGE thank you to my beta reader @alurkerofnote who was super patient during my busy ass weekend! 

Day 2- Monday

“Peter?”

“Five more minutes, May…”

“Peter, dude, your phone won’t stop buzzing and the professor is getting annoyed.”

Professor? Shit.

Peter shot instantly awake, the blurry image of Mary Jane’s fire red hair permeating his sleep-heavy eyes. He gingerly picked his sore body up until he was sitting up, wiping the moisture that had gathered on his forehead away. As promised, the professor was making direct eye contact with him while she continued to speak, and her finger pointed sharply at Peter’s cell sitting on the edge of his desk. Sheepishly, he retrieved it and mouthed an apology. His thumbs drug the notification screen down, finding a few texts from an unknown number. He absently tried to listen to the lecture, but he must have slept through quite a few key concepts, because he had no idea what was being discussed. Well, just another night he’d have to spend teaching himself from the textbook.

Curiously he swiped until he arrived at his texting app, and the harassment he was receiving suddenly made sense.

hey petey-pie checkin in since u didnt message me

luv dp

u getting these???????? is this a fake number?

pls tell me u didnt die.

hellooooooooooooooo

im gonna sing until you answer

since uve been gone i been lost without a trace

i dream at night only i can see ur face

i look around but its u i cant replace

i feel so cold and i long 4 ur embrace

i keep cryin baby BABY PLEASE

OH CANT U SEEEEEEE

holy fuck balls this dude wont put down his gun ill finish the song later but pleeaaaaseee text me back <3 or ill come over

That last text was sent 3 minutes ago, and Peter could only imagine his poor next door neighbors’ faces if Deadpool decided to show up at their door. He hurriedly typed up a reply before that chance even came close to becoming reality, trying to ignore the romantic connotations of the song.

Sorry. In class. I’m doing fine. Not dead. Please don’t stop by. I live next to an elderly Hispanic woman that would have a heart attack if she saw you.

There was a uniform page turn in the rows surrounding him, and he took that as his cue to flip the page in his book. Wade hadn’t responded yet, and Peter briefly considered dipping out of school to make sure Mrs. Moreno wasn’t calling the police if Wade really had decided to show up.

i was calling my ride but im glad to hear back from u

do u need anything??

warm milk, a big hug, an xbox one?

“Who are you texting? You look like a dork.”

Mary Jane’s whispers distracted Peter from his stupor, and he realized then he had a grin tugging at his lips that had only appeared upon reading his texts. He wiped the stupid look from his face and sucked in a breath to give a well-thought out reply. “No one.”

“Ah.” The redhead pressed the tip of her pen against her rosy lips, giving Peter a knowing smile that had heat crawling up his neck. “A guy?”

“Oh my god, MJ, it’s not like that. I’m just on an app.” Peter whispered back more insistently, flipping his phone over on the desk. “Just funny pictures.”

“Mhmmm.” Mary Jane’s hum was too insincere, and it was clear she wasn’t about to let this go. “Well, you should get back to your ‘funny pictures’ before they disappear.”

“I will.” Peter murmured and swiped his phone from the desk, tucking it back under the edge of the desk. His eyes read over Wade’s texts a few more times, a few different responses dancing on his fingertips, before he finally decided to type.

I’ll be fine. Thanks for checking in.

In truth, these past few weeks had been brutal. Between tensions building in the city, accompanied by the rise of crime, and the press being hot on his ass every time he missed an opportunity to bring someone in to justice, he had been missing sleep and stressing harder about trying to become a more efficient hero in the city. The meal that Wade had forced on him was the first time he’d even touched real food in almost 2 weeks. Being pressured to have a ‘night-in’ had taken quite a lot of stress off of Peter’s shoulders for at least a day, but it also meant his body realized he was willing to let it rest for a little bit and was fighting him to try to catch up on more sleep. While the night before had been completely humiliating, it had been relaxing to be taken care of. For a little bit he and Wade had acted like more than a set of heroes, and the memory of his kindness was still burning hot in his mind.

But he wouldn’t let this go on for longer than a day. It was wrong to lie to him, even if it felt this good to pretend.

----

Being Spider-Man was simultaneously the biggest stressor and most freeing part of Peter’s day.

Saving lives and stopping crimes ranging from petty car thieves to mutant bank robbers was difficult. Balancing two lives that intermingled more often than Peter would have liked was even more difficult, often lying to the people he cared about the most just to keep them safe. It was hard navigating the grey-area between morally just and lawfully sound, and there were multiple occasions in which he felt like a criminal running from police after just busting a potential felon doing potentially bad things. He operated more along the lines of a vigilante than a hero in most cases, and it took a severe toll on his mental health. Especially lately, when the city seemed to be getting more dangerous as the presence of superpowered people increased, he had been slandered in media every which direction. Even Mary Jane praising his decisions had stopped helping. He felt like he was starting to become completely alone in the heroing thing.

And then there were the nights he was over the moon with ecstasy; adrenaline buzzing low in his ears, wind rushing up the corners of his mask and breezing over his lips, his webs snapping out from his wrists and catching his fall in perfect rhythm so he soared through the low city buildings like a bullet, his worries and stress melting off every second he spent in the air. Peter’s own personal drama and angst seemed to matter less when his focus was on helping others. No matter what was happening in his own life, he left it on the sill of his bedroom window. When he was out on the streets he was Spider-Man, not a kid struggling to keep his head above water. He had strength, allies, and a will to do good. Grades and sleep felt way less important than his obligation to New York.

Still, there were slip ups. Sometimes his lives intermingled uncomfortably close and he was left covering for both of his personas.

Peter didn’t expect Deadpool to be at this fight. His fists were preoccupied knocking a goon on his ass when the sharp zing of sharpened metal cut close to his ear. His spidey senses hadn’t gone off, warning him of the impending sword, and when he jut his chin back to check who was behind him, he knew why. They never went off when he was around Wade anymore, because he wasn’t in danger around him.

That didn’t stop the anxiety that flooded his chest cavity a second later, however. He had gotten close to making a smartass comment so they could commence their banter that took place during every fight, when the memory of who he was under the mask- who Wade was now acquainted with- hit him hard.

Shit.

“You weren’t planning to keep a good fight like this from bad ol’ me, were you? Spidey, I’m shocked!” Wade greeted as he kicked back one of the men running at him with a bat, slicing the object in two. He’d gotten pretty good at the injuring and the take-downs without the actual murder. Peter grunted in response, maintaining his focus on jabbing, webbing, and jumping out of the way when his instincts called for it. “And here I was, hoping I’d see that tight butt come swinging past me tonight.”

“Not now.” Peter muttered, ducking just in time to miss getting his skull bashed in by a dude with a crowbar. Why crowbars? Why were henchmen so obsessed with their crowbars?

“Aww, okay, I see. You’re mad at me. Was it for ditching you last night? Because I swear, I was doing good! See, there was this kid about to do a triple flip face plant into the asphalt behind my apartment, and I really wanted to make sure he was okay, ‘cause he was alone and it was late and stuff, and-”

“Can you not talk for like, a second?” Peter didn’t mean to use such an aggressive tone, especially not on Wade who deserved it the least, but hearing Wade talk about him to him when he didn’t even mean to… it was making his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He slammed his knuckles into the jaw of one of the larger men surrounding him, receiving a crack in return. Oof, that would leave a bruise.

“Oooookay, Spider-ooni. I’ll let you focus.” Wade forfeited easily, catching a heavily swung and splintering 2 x 4 with his forearm.

Peter released a satisfied sigh that he didn’t really mean, his lean body hopping out of the way of a kick to the side before he shot a web at the attacker’s face.

---

The fight only lasted another few minutes. The goons, that had decided to test their pride rather than flee the scuffle they were at a clear disadvantage in, ended up face-down on the pavement, hands bound in web-handcuffs, and with a few broken noses or crooked arms scattered among them. Peter had been a bit too forceful tonight, he could admit, but it had been hard enough to focus on reeling in his strength when there was someone else on his brain.

And then said man had showed up and blew his head right open.

They were currently kicked back on a vacant apartment balcony, Peter sitting on the rails while Wade stood a few feet away but very much present, pulling off his gloves to assess the extent of the blood stains on his armor. It was chilly, and Peter knew he’d have to head home soon, but he couldn’t really deny Wade’s invitation to hang out for a little bit after all he had done for him the night before.

Even if Wade didn’t know he was the same kid he’d been ‘saving.’.

“Soooo…” Wade cut into his thoughts, his voice drawing Peter’s attention back to the surface. He glanced over at his fighting partner, surprised to see his face aiming off somewhere else. Wade acting timid was an odd sight. “You okay?”

“Huh?” Peter’s stomach churned and he blinked, even if the action was hidden by lenses. “Yeah?” No. “Why?”

“You’ve been acting funny, that's all.” Wade shrugged, and tucked his arms up against the balcony to lean on the rails. “You avoided me like all last week.”

“What? No I didn’t.” Peter said defensively, confusion clear in his voice. He had been making his plans for days, and sure, that may have lead to him feeling too awkward to really hang around Wade, but they just hadn’t seen each other that was all.

He hadn’t made an effort to find him until that night, though, either.

Wade paused, as if he was thinking of responding but decided against it, before his tone changed and he seemed to drop it all together. “Well, it’s okay, I did a lil’ heroing on my own anyways.”

“Oh really?” Peter asked with awkward amusement, tucking his ankles between the vertical railings to keep his balance a little better.

“Yup. I stopped a kid from killing himself and I’ve been checking up on him every day. I figured you’d be proud of me since you like all that righteous stuff.”

“So you only did it to impress me?” Peter asked flatly.

“What? No no no, Spidey, I did it because I didn’t wanna watch another good person die alone. Plus, if he was like bad or something I wasn’t gonna try very hard, but he was really hot- which I know, is totally shitty to think since he was getting ready to dive, but he just seemed like a depressed nerd and I guess that might kinda be my type. Actually, that’s not entirely true, because I like when someone can make me laugh, and long walks on the beach, and...”

Peter felt a tinge of jealousy in his stomach at his description of the boy he’d saved, which was ridiculous, considering it was him. He tuned out of Wade’s ramblings and squeezed tighter onto the railing, feeling the metal bending under his fingers. Maybe it was better to keep his identities secret. After all, Wade seemed so proud of himself for ‘helping’ Peter. Was it worth taking that away? He could just avoid Wade in his personal life. The man would give up if he realized his efforts weren’t being reciprocated and Peter stopped serving as entertainment.

That’s probably all he was. Charity fused with an audience.

“...But I guess that’s why I dated that crazy chick two years ago. She had a super cute face but she was also obsessed with ending the patriarchy and killing men. I think she stabbed me a few times in my sleep, too. But I guess crazy and crazy make a great match. Even if we ended pretty badly.”

“I think I’m gonna head back.” Peter announced, tucking his toes underneath himself until he was stood on the fence. Wade straightened, looking up at him inquisitively from the balcony floor. “I have an early morning.”

“We’ll meet up tomorrow night, though, right?” Wade asked hopefully.

“We’ll see.” Peter murmured, before he shot web fibers off into the dark and took off with a leap.

[tayegi]

wo w ee i am so excited to see where u take equilibrium! tbh i really like how u r writing jungkook (not in the obsessive relationship sense but like) because it feels like u r really giving us an insight to his mind and how complex of a character he is and like what drives him.. idk if that makes sense lol but i really enjoy the entire story and cant wait to see how it develops !!

Here are the rest of my equilibrium asks under the cut! I am so truly sorry that I just simply do not have the time to answer the rest of them (besides wouldnt you guys rather have me expending my energy on writing ch 12? ;)), but be assured that i have read each and every one of these messages multiple times over and appreciated them all

bonyg said:Equilibrium is really giving me mixed feelings, it's so complicated that I don't know if I want oc with Jungkook or Jimin. It's just not healthy to be in this relationship :"( if I were oc I'd definitely left them both even if I'm gonna die without Jimin :'( it's getting more exciting and I can't wait to know what's gonna happen between oc and Jimin. Thank you for updating ^^

jaaneman-s said:Hi, I don't if this sounds or rude or not, but I'd like to thank you? or idk, I was born in a very manly culture? I know (on my own) how certain things that look okay in this culture but are not in equalness and respect to the woman happen but reading equilibrium has like, opened my eyes a little bit? When I read ch.11 I just sat down and spent a while thinking about everything and how different you view stuff from my point, and how this is actually right? anyway keep the great work ily ♥

Anonymous said:pls read equilibrium at my funeral🙏🏻

Anonymous said:oh oH OH is it going to be one of the cases where the boy "misinterprets" the girls basic human kindness for flirting?!!?? If so, @ the character: go to hell

Anonymous said:Well, it seems like JK (and a little Y/N) has tipped the balance and now everything is coming crumbling down. Who does JK think he is?? I can't imagine Y/N could let the weekend go by without getting close to JM, especially since he needs her. I'm just anticipating the moment when jimin realizes and everything is out in the open. I really loved this chapter! You can see how bold JK is getting knowing that Y/N will do anything he wants, just for his cooperation. Suspenseful!

Anonymous said:me rn: *prays for a joon hyung to sweep OC off her feet and abandon JK and JM* (seriously i'm such weightlifting fairy trash it hurts) (also do you know where i can find my very own joon hyung 😭😭😭😭)

Anonymous said:Reads part 11 Equilibrium -insert jungshook meme here-

Anonymous said:Don't be bothered by those ungrateful readers who thinks you're obligated to write them more than 3k words. Seriously, did they somehow get the impression that they're paying you for this? Just write at your own pace so you can produce quality stuff.

Anonymous said:Finally got around to reading Chapter 11 & if I'm the oc I'd be on a plane up outta there so quick! Set Jimin up with some soup & a blanket, & scoot skedaddle my way out of dodge. Jungkook isn't about to talk to me like that, thinking dick isn't abundant & low value. Shit... Also bless your writing, each Equilibrium update has me on pins & needles~

Anonymous said:I just like... What if Jungkook comes home unexpectedly and finds y/n and Jimin getting it on and then flies into a murderous rage, severely injures Jimin and kidnaps y/n. The second part could be Jimin feeling all guilty and trying to find her while she tries to escape

Anonymous said:Holy shit I'm convinced that Jungkook poisoned Jimin because he's going to be away for the weekend and he's paranoid and crazy as shit that the OC might do something with Jimin so he made sure he's unable to do shit with her 😵 cuz when he called to ask her where she was for his graduation, he didn't even seem all that surprised that he's sick, he just cared about where the OC was.

Anonymous said:Twist end: OC learns boxing and kicks Junglebooks ass

Anonymous said:theory: part two will be titled monogamy and Jungkook and OC will have an abusive relationship. Cause you seem pretty adamant on the idea of abuse (which is 10000% not a bad thing for obvious reason) so i feel like you are taking this story as a lesson for girl to see the warning sign. and part 3 will be about her leaving him finally and becoming single or whatever

Anonymous said:I don't want to defend the oc by saying this but in equilibrium she clearly is right now the one who is fucked up The other 2 get what they want after jk's scary possessiveness and if she wouldn't be controlled by her feelings towards jimin then maybe she would've already left She has also fault but earlier they took advantage of each other's feelings and everyone got something that they wanted but rn oc is like trapped in a cage & can't even touch jimin Idk maybe I'm the only one who thinks so

Anonymous said:I don't understand equilibrium??? Like I thought it was sweet that JK wanted her all to himself but after chap. 11 I think it's just plain creepy with his possessive obsession towards her... like WTF! I kind of want to see Jimin's side of the story like why is he in love with JK and what is with JK not giving a f**k about Jimin at all like when he was the one who initiated this relationship anyways WHUT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!

Anonymous said:I mean it Jungkook will kill them both. Like this boy has the makings of a serial killer. Why the fuck does the oc not love herself?? Why are you trying to create your happiness from the sparse attention given to you by a man??!! Why the fuck are these people so dysfunctional?? Even Jimin and Jungkook they're basing they're entire happiness on people who they know don't care!! If there's ever a lesson here its self love first before you can love someone else.

Anonymous said:Just read the new Equilibrium chapter (11) and wow JK is absolutely terrifying in there. I'm so glad there are stories out there that portray abuse the way it should be portrayed and not romanticized. I really just want the OC to get the hell out of that house and faaaaar away from this messed up relationship ): she needs to run away from him asap like forget Jimin he ain't helping you either just run while you still can girl!!!!

Anonymous said:iF JUNGKOOK GAVE JIMIN SOMETHING IM ABOUT TO GIVE HIM THE BIGGEST WHOOPING EVER

Anonymous said:Regarding Equilibrium, I reread some chapters after I was done with 11. The necklace bit in 11 makes the sex scene in 4 kinda freaky. The way Jungkook yanks on OC's chain and how he got angry when OC said that she didn't know where hers was. It's like Jungkook finds security in the couple necklaces because he associates it with OC being his and when OC doesn't wear the necklace, he feels that his possession has been taken away from him. Maybe I am thinking too much but it was such a cool detail.

Anonymous said:I have a feeling that jimin's going to witness something that's gonna break his heart bc if you look at the situation then jimin should be happy bc he gets his alone time with jk who he loves and he doesn't have to pretend to love the oc that often bc jk doesn't let her go near him and if jimin sees something that breaks his heart(jungkook&oc)then maybe he would leave both and so they would all go their own ways(?)none of them would have a reason to stay but maybe jk will become even scarier idk

Anonymous said:You should just have the OC in Equilibrium go full on Bruce Lee on JK and JM

Anonymous said:Chap 11 in Equilibrium freaked me out btw. Especially after the sex scene when OC watches Jimin sleep. You wrote "tug" so that implies that OC used her hands. So when OC finds her hands restricted by Jungkook, that honestly scared me. Also in that scene, it was interesting for OC to say that she would do anything to comfort Jimin but seemed to take back that statement when she was restricted by Jungkook. It's like OC has become more afraid of Jungkook than she is in love with Jimin.

Anonymous said:In ch11 of equilibrium it was really sad when she compared herself to a pet... like girl, you're a functioning human being, an adult that can take care of herself. You're able to get out of this cage that's been created around you. It's scary what manipulative people can do to someone but at least she knows what messed up situation she's in now and not like... being attracted(?) to the crazies JK is pushing on her

zeloandhobiaremyhubbies said:Hi there ^^ I'm a new reader, and can I just say I love your writing skills and the story line so far. With that being said, coming from a person who has a close friend in a manipulative/almost borderline abusive relationship, I can honestly say I hope the OC get out of that relationship, especially with Jungkook. There's a thin line between being jealous/slightly possessive and possessive and pretty much controlling. Ugh! I want to know what happens next, but I'm also scared to know as well.

Anonymous said:What do you mean you don't know where is the chain OC(me)?! How can I be so careless?? What if Jimin will find it, no I am sure he already did 😑 and now probably the person I precious the most hate me cuz I took his love of life... This shit (relationship) is not falling fast enough huh? Good job me, good job 😒😒

holdingbackforsnow said:I've read equilibrium 11 and somehow I have the feeling that Jimin knew. Even before Jeongguk showed how messed up he is for us readers. I feel like, that's why Jimin entered the relationship. Maybe he was worried for the OC and wanted to act as a buffer in between her and Jeongguk (including his feelings for Jeongguk) that would explain his phone call, when he was gone on business and even how he wanted the OC to go to graduation so badly. I feel like Jimin knows more than we think...

Anonymous said:As much as I anticipate every update, I hope you are taking care of yourself too! Even as an undergrad, I still get stressed & overwhelmed with my workload so I really worry about your well being since being a phd student is so much more stressful and you still give us great content. Thank you so much & I hope you can take some time for yourself as well! ik remembering to take care of yourself is the last thing on your mind with a huge workload but please please don't neglect your well being!

Anonymous said:Oh god Jungkook in Equilibrium is really a psychopath. The fact that he's so manipulative and lacks empathy for others; it's quite terrifying to think about how long he's been manipulating everyone without anyone realizing it. As a psychology major it's really interesting to read a character like this but it's scary how so many people see his behavior as okay esp since there's so many real cases of abusive relationships like this, it makes me really sad. Ty for shining light to issues like these

Anonymous said:Wow, jk has really started to go crazy-something's gonna blow up soon.love the tension you are building though. It's really appreciated the time you take to build an intricate storyline. and not to focus on negative stuff, but for real, if any misogynistic messages pops up now, then... While I think most readers (but apparantly not all) saw the possessive traits of jk in earlier chapters despite it being somewhat(but not very) subtle, this time you rly spelled it out

lastshadowmonkeys said:to stay with Jimin. Everyone's being manipulative as fuck and it can never end well in my opinion...This is so...Wow, and it all comes out of your brain and imagination, that's amazing! I'm so excited to see where this all will go and if Jungkook will just lose his shit (or any of them really, someone is bound to lose their shit) and to see where Jimin stands with oc now and wow so many questions! I'm intrigued! Amazing job, thank you so much for writing this piece of art!

lastshadowmonkeys said:after that, but woops boy was i wrong. He just turned full on psycho, and i have the impression Jimin is not even interested in her in that way and never has been. That leaves OC to be in a relationship with men who don't love her at all, in the end, which is so so sad and i just wish she'd get over her love (or is it obsession, really?) for Jimin, so she could get the hell out of that toxic situation. She's being manipulative herself, going through all that misery to somehow be able (3)

lastshadowmonkeys said:blowing my mind and i have immense respect for that. I'm not lying when i say i'm trying hard to improve my plot skills haha, since my mind tends to be too chaotic to ever get any structure in anything. I enjoy your stories so much. As for Equilibrium, shit's about to go down man and i just can't fucking wait to see what will happen. At first i was rooting for Jungkook and the oc since it seemed like he just had pent up frustrations from being misunderstood? I thought it would get better (2)

lastshadowmonkeys said:Hey Lu! Even though my asks get lost a lot of the time, it doesn't stop me from telling you how much i appreciate the fact you make time to write such wonderful, intriguing stories to make us actually think about important matters. Equilibrium has become one of my top favourite fics ever, and i just love how you can make every chapter like a little piece of a giant puzzle. You write so well, and they're actually plot goals! To imagine you're a grad student on top of all that is just (1)

got7boystobang said:I feel like (in fact; i knew it due to the fact that u hate nochu so much) the end of Equilibrium is going to be such a downfall for jk just like what happened in jjk must die and that crys drabble idk how tho but u just always have ways to kill jkook cause i bet you've millions of pictures in your head on how to😂😂😂 i love your dedication!!!!! lol

Anonymous said:Ugh, Jungkook is threatening people now? Yeah, it's time to call the cops. That's scary. I felt uneasy the whole chapter. I asked myself several times while reading, "Yo, what's wrong with this kid? And what's up with Jimin? Is he just CHOOSING not to acknowledge some of the fucked up shit that's going on around him?" And actually, homegirl is holding up a lot better in this chapter than I thought she would. Interesting. Thanks for another chapter! Looking forward to the next. :)

Anonymous said:Omg so intense!! Gosh I just don't know what to expect anymore, I'm glad there'll be alone time with Jimin but then what if Jungkook finds out, and what if-what if-gah! Can't wait to see what will unfold next, thank you once again for updating even though you're busy~

Anonymous said:WTF OC JUST FUCKING DROPKICK JUNGKOOK IN THE FACE AND GTFO!!! HOMEBOY IS CRAZY AS FUCK