#tw:torture

[backpackingspace]

....do we think xie lian knows everything jun wu did to him because like. I doubt it. When you're being psychologically tortured and reality is breaking around you, you don't remember a lot of it.

[daily-sloop-john-b]

I know someone's commented on this before, but 7000 people—1000 per spawn—over 169 years (Sabastian's 170 - 1 year buried alive) is 5.9 victims/year.

That's really fucking inefficient.

Either Astarion's VASTLY overstating his skill, or there was a lot more torture in the torture:luring ratio than he likes to recall.

[chickensarentcheap]

DarkTyler (as readers called him)

WARNINGS: blood, torture,  mentions of child abduction and abuse (not graphic)

@tragiclyhip  @muchadoaboutcj @thesirenrealm @asirensrage @residentdormouse @youflickedtooharddamnit @secretaryunpaid @munstysmind @mrsmungus @themaradaniels @ninjasawakenedmystar @starryeyes2000

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“Mate, do you really want to test me right now? Do you really want to see if I have balls or not? Because I'm all out of patience here. I'm all out of fucks, like my wife would say. So...” he tightens his grip on McMann's hair, yanking his head to the side and then pressing the tip of the box cutter blade into the skin below his ear. Enough to break the surface; a trickle of blood appearing. “...I'm going to ask you on more time. What were you going to do to my kids?”

McMann refuses to answer.

Tyler presses down harder; feeling the blade dig into the man's neck, his free hand still gripping McMann's hair. Using enough force to draw even more blood, feeling it drip down the box cutter and onto his own fingers; hot, smooth, the smell tangy and pungent. And it only encourages him even more. Kicking his adrenaline up another notch. And he slowly drags the blade along McMann's next, prolonging the pain, until the other man is screaming in agony and attempting to get away. Kicking his bound feet, trying to break the ties around his wrist, struggling to get away.

“Okay! Okay!” McMann finally relents. “I'll tell. I'll fucking tell you.”

“Now that wasn't too bad, was it?” Tyler asks, and cleans both his fingers and the box cutter off on the front of McMann's shirt. “You live to see another day. For now. So, tell me...” he uses his forearm to clear sweat off his brow, then walks over to the cooler and grabs a bottle of water; tearing off the cap and downing half of it before returning to his chair. “...what did you tell them to do?”

“They were going to grab them. After they killed the big one and his girlfriend. They were going to hold them somewhere. Like I did with my kids. Everything was going to be the same. The duct tape, the zip ties, everything. They were going to rough them up a bit...”

“You told your people...grown men...to beat on my kids?” The fury is instant. All consuming. “Is that what you're telling me? That you told adults to put hands on them? The oldest is five. The youngest is ten months. And you told people to beat on them?”

McMann nods, tears sparkling in his eyes.

“Don't cry now, mate. Tears won't work on me. They aren't going to save you. And I know those tears aren't for my kids. You told adults...men...to beat on my kids?”

“I just told you....”

“Now we have a real problem,” Tyler leans forward in his seat, elbows on his knees. “If you'd just said you told them to grab them and hold them somewhere, I wouldn't be as mad as I am right now. I could have probably kept it together when you mentioned the duct tape and zip ties. But you actually told people to put their hands on my kids. That...well that I can't forgive....so....” he jumps to his feet, then heads back to the weapons table. “...I don't think a box cutter is going to quite cut it this time....this calls for something a little...I don't know...worse.”

He selects the crow bar, then decides against it and puts it back. Opting for the pliers instead.

“My daughter,” he says, as he walks back towards McMann. “Well I think you know what I'm going to ask you next. Did you tell them to do anything else to my daughter? Like what happened to that Erin girl? Did you tell any of them to do something like that to my little girl?”

“No. I'd never suggest something like that. I'm a lot of things, but I'd never, ever, allow that.”

“You're lucky I believe you, Michael. You know how Erin was a message? To me? Well I'm going to send a message to your people. To your wife.”

“What kind of message? What the hell are you doing with those? What...?”

“I want them to know that I have you. And that I'm going to keep sending little pieces of you until I get what I want. So...” Tyler once more stands behind the metal chair. “...we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. Which one do you want?”

“What's the easy way?”

“Easy way is you just sit there and open your mouth for me and I take out a few of your teeth. With these,” he waves the pliers in McMann's face, and the man immediately reacts; panic and terror surging through him, screams and profanities flying out of his mouth as he struggles against his bonds. “Hard way, huh?”

Tyler shrugs, then wraps an arm around McMann's throat; squeezing as hard as he can; muscles bulging, veins prominent. Stronger and bigger than the other man, easily able to hold his head still with such a powerful grip, and he shoves the pliers past the other man's teeth, until he's hitting the back molars and clamping down on one, yanking it clear out of the gum. Tightening his hold when McMann fights even harder; choking and gagging on his own blood and saliva and the gradual collapsing on his windpipe. Sweat forming on his own brow and trickling down his temples; dripping into his eyes as he removes two more teeth before gradually releasing the pressure on McMann's throat.

“You're fucking crazy,” McMann pants; his face near purple, a mixture of sweat, saliva, and blood trickling down his chin and onto his shirt. “Insane. You're fucking insane.”

“Maybe,” Tyler says, as he pockets the teeth and cleans the pliers off on the thigh of his jeans “But you fucked with the wrong man's family. And I'm going to make you pay. A little bit at a time. So get comfy. Because you're not going anywhere for a while.”

[siereads]

Good-Bye Valentine review notes

Trigger Warnings: SA, dub-con, gore, body horror, torture, mutilation, murder, violence

The writing style is pretty repetitive and the opening isn't very strong. The first thing we learn about Mel is that she caught her fiance fucking her bestie. No character development means that scene lacks emotional resonance.

Chapter two includes SA and her biting her attacker's dick off before stabbing him in the eye. An eye gore trigger warning would have been nice. And then she finger bangs herself in the tub to the mental image of torturing her ex to death and making the girl he cheated on her with watch. What the actual fuck. Is this just gonna be a torture porn boom with ZERO character development???

Aaaaand then she fucks her ex fiance while picturing his body mangled. Fucking what? No. Please stop.

Then she beats her ex bestie unconscious, ties her up with duct tape, admits her murder fantasies, aaaaaand fingers herself again while her hostage watches.

I have Concerns.

Cool. Kidnapped the ex fiance now too. Cool, cool, cool.

Aaaand she just strung Tess up and sexually assualted her. I hate everything about this book.

And again with fucking her ex. Only this time she followed getting cream pied up with literally stabbing Tess in the stomach.

That's...That's not how anatomy works. Did this author do any research on how wounds work???? NONE OF THAT IS HOW BODIES WORK.

Also, the jumping from past tense and present tense is disorienting and makes this whole mess lack cohesion.

Tess is dead. Mel fucks Dylan again and then stabs him in the chest. How do people read this shit?

So she dragged her ex's corpse out of the cellar to sit by the lake where she then fucks herself with the handle of the knife she used to kill him before straddling his corpse and gutting him to pull out his heart. Because her trophies are Dylan's heart and Tess's heart and nipples. What the actual fuck.

The police investigation ending in "oh well, guess they ran off together" is such bullshit and there's no way that a cellar in a crumbling cabin can be cleaned so completely that there's no evidence.

But hey, sure, go off with that delusional ass ending and Mel going full serial killer.

[bowlerhatwearer]

Always there, always watching

TW: Blood, TW: Torture, TW: Abduction

Characters: Margteth Robinson, The Launderer aka Albert Clear, Victor Owens.

Originally written: 9th June 2022

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It was a beautiful afternoon in the town of Mayberry, the sun was shining with not a single cloud shielding its rays, birds were chirping happily in the trees that had been planted on the sidewalk to make it feel more alive and people smiled as they usually did. The young girl with her school bag was walking home as cheerful as her surroundings, sure, school was not always easy, especially the lessons of Mrs.Brunswick but that could not dim her day, she was wondering if father was already at home, but given his job, probably not, so it would be her and mother again, with father returning when she was fast asleep. Maybe on Sunday then, they had breakfast and dinner as the whole family.

Continuing her way on the sidewalk, she noticed a white van having been parked partly on the pavement, occupying at least half of it vertically, but for her size there was no problem, she wouldn’t have to-

Her thoughts were interrupted, as she suddenly heard shouting, but not one that sounded angrily, but rather, desperate coming from the residential building next to her, all the other people who walked on the street, hastened their speed, men who looked down on the ground as they walked near the building, women who pulled their children to make them walk faster.

As if from one moment to another, the girl could no longer hear the sounds surrounding her, not the birds chirping, the cars driving on the street or the people walking and talking, only the voice of the woman.

“No! Please, I-I have children!”

The voice grew clearer and when the girl opened her eyes again, she saw a cat, similar to her, with two men in plain white coats who carried her by having hooked in her arms. One of the two men let out a grunt, before his mouth started to move.

“You should have thought about that, before staining yourself!”

The other let out a cough before speaking.

“Your husband has informed us that your children will be taken care of.”

Frantically the woman tried to free herself, however their grip was tight around her, that was, until she was able to bury her hands into the doorframe, using her claws to get a grip.

“I will NOT be sent to the Laundry!”

“Ma’am be reasonable, Mayberry’s Laundry for tainted Woman is the right place-“

Taking another pull, she did not let go of the wooden frame, annoying the man that was pulling.

“-for sinners like you!”

The girls fur bristled when she heard the name of the institution spoken out, father had told her about the place, woman and girls who misbehaved ended up there, only leaving after many years of “readjustment”, some even never returned from this place according to father. He always told her to behave and to do as other expected her to be, for her own safety he would say, so that she would never end up in this place.

And now she was witnessing how this woman, she never saw in the past, would be brought there, who at this point was screaming distraught as the two men continued to pull on her and her clothing, not caring that the fabric stretched or slightly began to tear because of their violence.

“You can’t do this to me, I am an exemplary ci-“

“No, you were Madame, you were, now will you just-“

The quick and sudden opening of the white vehicles door made all of them look into the direction of the car.

First one black shoe tapped carefully on the black pavement, before the second followed suit, with a slight hop the owner of the two stood on the pavement, giving silently, a quick glance to his surroundings.

When the girl was already disturbed when she saw the two man with their white coats, the appearance of this one, made her body heat vanish.

She knew who this man was.

With his orange fur, brighter than any chimney fire she had ever seen, the black suit with its red tie that never showed a sign of wear but most prominently his eyes, that were just like hers, but darker.

“The Launderer”

The one not only father talked about, but who all girls in the school she attended knew, who they were thought rimes so that they would always remember. That they wouldn’t forget to never ever get on his bad side. The one who would always know, no matter what, if they did something bad and if they overstepped this line, he would come and get them to the Laundry.

And here he stood, only a few steps away from her, walking towards the door, with an unemotional expression on his face as he approached towards the three in the doorframe.

“S-Sir, there really is no need for your involvement.”

The other one was rolling his eyes, probably thinking what a suck-up his colleague was.

“There really is, she won’t move an inch, no matter what. Should we sedate her?”

The young girl just watched, she couldn’t do anything else, it felt like as if her feet were frozen or rooted into the ground, all she could do was watch, as the Launderer shook his head to say no, instead he was pulling something out of the pocket of his jacket.

Pinchers, that given the dots and specs of rust, appeared to have been already in use for some time. Some of them looked more red and darker than the others.

He pressed the tool together, one, two times before handing it to the men who asked if they should sedate the woman, he looked down on the pinchers for a while, before giving a nod.

“Oh, of course Sir.”

“No! No please! No I-“

But the woman was ignored by all of them that were around her, as the man held her tight, and the other of the two began to take one of her fingers into the pincher, starting to pull, ignoring how the metal cut into her flesh as she screamed in pain.

“It never would have come to this if you would have just-“

With one pull the finger was removed from the wood.

“-submitted to your duties!”

Tears ran down her face and so was slowly blood from her hand, but he didn’t bother and continued, neither his colleague who looked away, or the Launderer, who observed what was happening.

Despite the pain and them continuing to loosen finger by finger from the wood they had clawed themselves into the woman refused to move, only, when three fingers where left that were not injured by the pincher, where they able to remove her.

One of them was mumbling something about finally being done, as they dragged her to the car.

“I will be good, I will be good!”

Screaming and kicking in all directions she tried her best in an attempt to free herself from her captors grip, but it was all to no avail.

“Please I, I will never sin again, I promise, please, I don’t want to lose my children!”

They didn’t respond, instead one of them opened with their free door the backdoor of the plain white van.

Tears were rolling down her face, looking into the faces of the two that held her, for a sign of compassion or understanding, but there was none to be found.

“I beg you, don’t-“

With one swing they threw her into the van, screaming could be heard, that soon died down as they closed the door and locked it with the key, that the girl assumed belonged to the vehicle.

Finished and satisfied with their work the two men, without even noticing the young girl they stepped into the white vehicle, waiting for their superior.

The Launderer meanwhile, stared for a while into the emptiness of the doorframe, before slowly his head moved, like the seconds hand of a clock, until the eyes of the girl, met his.

Has he always known that she was there?

Despite her whole body and mind telling her to run away, not to look back and to tell no one about what she saw, she couldn’t as the Launderer approached her.

Even when his hand placed itself on her head, scruffling trough her hair.

“If it isn’t little Miss Rivers-”

His voice was, unassuming, for someone with such an intimidating appearance, it was quiet, too quiet in the young girl’s opinion who stared at the orange cat, who bend his knee to look at her on eye level.

“Now, you shouldn’t have seen such a thing my dear, but I guess some things are just meant to be, but you are a good girl, not like, the one you just saw us take away, aren’t you Miss Rivers?”

She nodded, probably faster than she should have, she was a good girl, always doing what she was ordered to do, not questioning anything as she was thought.

“I know you are, you are such a good girl, always listening to father and mother, knowing what is right-

A slight grin appeared on his face, one, that looked, out of place as the thoughts told her, the ones that were not scared of the situation and were trembling in fear.

“-obeying the cities rules and status.”

He stood up now, she didn’t want to be around this man anymore, all she wanted to do was to run, to leave, to be home and hide in her bed until she could forget the encounter, but she couldn’t, her legs didn’t allow it. His eyes opened, the red iris looking down at her.

The eyes looked like blood as if they have consumed the souls of at least a hundred souls who begged for freedom they never would see.

„Now remember before you go.“

Placing one hand on her shoulder he pressed against it slightly.

“Do good and be aware-“

The stare the Launderer gave her felt like what she believed being struck by a thunderbolt must feel like. As if her whole body was cramping in pain, yet there was none.

“- for my eyes are everywhere-

His very same eyes were staring at her, deep down, as if directly into her own soul, looking if she really was without any sin, giving again an unnatural grin as the Launderer spoke one last word to her.

“-Margaret.”

<…>

She woke up, without a yell or scream, just her red eyes snapping open and her upper body suddenly raising.

Margaret could feel how her heart was racing and she breathed in and out sharply, looking around she saw how her second husband was blinking with his eyes, his sleep must have been disturbed by her abrupt awakening deep in the night.

“Mar- Margaret is everything alright?”

She looked at the lynx who gave her a worried glance, a part of her wanted to tell him about what she had dreamed, what she had remembered, but she didn’t want to bother her husband with such, ghosts of the past, at least, not now…

“No dear, everything is fine, really.”

Despite her reassuring smile, her husband, Victor looked at her puzzled and again, concerned for a while, before he placed his head back on the pillow, in a matter of seconds he was fast asleep again.

Margaret however was not, her red eyes wide open, looking at the ceiling as words were echoing through her mind.

Always watching.

Always there.

The Launderer.

Is everywhere.

[multipleoccupancy]

Delighted that his attempt had worked, Mordred was once more smiling behind Fish as he watched Arthur rush forward. He was much less keen on the advance of the others though, it was something they had prepared for and arrows shot out from the arrowslits at the men below. Some of them falling, others falling and getting right back up.

"Do you think he will be fast enough?" Mordred asked Fish, doing something behind her, gathering up another rope now he didn't feel the need to hold the knife. She had lost much blood already, she was not meant to live to see Arthur.

The King's red vanished inside the castle and there was a terrible crash of metal, swords and shouts as he and the men at his heel met an ambush far below.

Mordred tried to drop a loop of rope around Fish's neck, clumsy as he held her hair with one hand and used the hand she had bitten. But he was also keen, he too wanted to fight or perhaps get out of there and to safety.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @multipleoccupancy

Arthur was looking at her, and she was looking right back at him. She could not see his face from so far, and yet she couldn't look away either. She didn't want to look away.

Perhaps that was why, even as Mordred hummed a threat in her ear, she didn't hear the whistling of the knife. But she felt it, plunging into her flank and dragging a pained scream out of her as the blade twisted and turned inside her flesh.

She almost fell forward, ironically kept on her feet thanks to Mordred's hand, still tightly gripping her hair. But, even as guilt and fear twisted her entrails, she saw the battalion move, following the King as he rode toward the castle. It was an overwhelming sight, one that couldn't help but fill her with hope. Hope that she'd return to Camelot, safe, that she would get to see Arthur again.

Even from up there, she recognized the blue shape of her dragon, rushing to save her this time. Seeing so many people rallied to come to her rescue, something stirred inside her, more powerful perhaps than the pain that kept echoing in her body.

[hyomacchi]

Karma Akabane with s/o who is exactly like tanjiro

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a/n:ahh tq anon for requesting this. Hope you saw this cause you req this on my (now)game acc . I was surprised to see that I got an assassination classroom req so early as it was my fav anime. Anyways tq anon again and I still want to confirm whether you're trying to be 🪻 anon or not.

context:karma akabane x tanjiro! s/o (pre-relationship and in relationship, no gender mentioned for s/o)

tw:torture(putting wasabi in people's nostrils)

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Pre-relationship:

❥ you and karma probably met in class 3-E

❥ when karma met you, he thought you're an interesting one like you're so pure how did you got into class 3-E?!

❥ he tease you for fun every single day but you don't mind it??(or you're just too dense)

"Hey (name)! You got a wide forehead!"

"Ah thank you! I inherited it from my father!"

❥ Remember that one time he shoves a wasabi to an assassin nostrils?

"Hey mx nice! Wanna see him suffer more or you can't bear it anymore?"

"Karma please stop doing that! That's mean!"

"But it's fun! I have more things in my bag that i want to try on him"

❥ in the end, you just brushed him off cause he just always like that

❥ after months of being friends, everytime karma did something sadistic or tease you, you just smile and let him do as please. There's no stopping him anyway.

❥ he seem surprised that you actually stay with him even though you know how his behavior is

❥ man starts teasing you more it makes others (and koro sensei) suspicious

"Man everyone knows you like them,just confess!"-Maehara

❥ everyone except you. Oh how oblivious you are

❥ after a lot of teasing from your classmates(and koro sensei) he just decided to confess to you somewhere near the woods when everybody's home (they're not, all of them peaking from a tree while koro sensei joined them)

"(name). I know this is sudden but i...love you.."

❥ i just know that you took too long to understand his words

"You don't need to reciprocate it I just wanna let it out-"

"I love you too karma!"

In relationship:

❥ nothing changed much, maybe he just became more romantic (or more annoying don't get me wrong this man will still tease even though you just don't understand what he's trying to do)

❥ overprotective over you

❥ i mean you're too kind. People might take advantage of you, that's where your boyfriend come to rescue

❥ some students try to bully you? Next time you see them, they'll be on their knees, begging for your forgiveness

❥ some punk trying to hit on you? They're missing the next day (no they're not dead)

❥ your dynamic with him is kinda funny ngl

❥ i mean kind person with their sadistic bf

❥ hand holding is a must! you guys were seen hand holding by koro sensei and oh god, karma's face is red now because of how much koro sensei tease him

"Nurufufu, Karma is actually touch starved~"

"Shut up you stupid octopus!"

❥ next thing you know, karma pulls out an anti koro sensei knife out of his pocket, trying to stab that octopus teacher (and failed)

❥ anyways..karma will always spoil you. You stare at an item for a second? Consider it's under your desk next day

❥ he don't mind outdoor or indoor dates, as long as he could spend time with you

❥ he's very grateful that you stayed with him

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another a/n:finally i finished it! It was longer than I expected so hope you'll enjoy it anon!

[spookytrashturtle]

tw:torture

I really hate this description of old erik torture, oh my god, but I still noticed "you and charles"

[llixulia]

"...There is a line."-he admitted. "Back in the war days, there was this... situation, I had. I got the people responsible for it. Some of my own Vor'iek, of my own army. People I thought I could trust."

He tilted his head. "There had been times when I'd been angry before, my aura flaring and melting things, but I made sure to stop it as soon as I noticed, and when I fought, I granted a quick death to enemies."

"But that particular time? I absolutely flew off the handle. I grabbed those Vor'iek, took them away from the camp, and I made them boil from the inside out. And you know what? It was cruel, and I enjoyed it. Do I regret it? No. Would I do the same nowadays? No."

His eyes softened. "You're not like that, Chiasa. You're kindhearted, and it's clear this weighs in your heart. Just because you went off the rails once doesn't mean you're cruel."

"If you ask me, doing that wasn't a bad thing."-said Hyperion to Chiasa. "It's not just about the shrine, but also about protecting the people that live in it." Then again, he might be a bit biased.

"I know that - ya gotta take action ta protect people. I've done it a bunch of time, and everyone been reassuring me of it."

"...but does no one else believe there is a line where self defence crosses ta cruelty? If self defense is ta stop tha person from doin' something, I didn't do that. They ran away and healed from it - I ain't even sure if I scared them.

At that moment, I wasn't doing it ta protect anyone: I was doing it to make her suffer. I was not trying ta shut her down or stop her from being able to do it again - I was trying to give her as much pain as I possibly could.

And that ain't me. I don't want that ta be me."

[evilzoldyck]

Fiancée II

part I

The floral scent hanging in the humid air had become particularly nauseating, the mixed flower petals that complemented the oils poured into the bathwater had all sank before you while the water itself had turned lukewarm.

Looking down at your fingers, you noticed that your fingertips had pruned horrendously. Normally you wouldn’t take much of your time disengaging with reality but recently, there was something in your mind you couldn’t quite comprehend. Just a few hours ago you were subjected to your mother-in-law’s favourite pastime which was holding a tea ceremony by the garden. Except it had a special twist, for every crucial detail that you missed, a melting hot iron would be pressed against the palm of your hands.

You didn’t miss the slight turn on the corner of her lips, her hidden smile behind the paper fan every time the torched metal would melt onto your skin, reminding you that will never be worthy enough to be accepted by her. And for every time your skin healed, your scars disappeared, your blood stopped seeping from your skin, she will be the one to make sure to replace them. Asserting her position and making sure you knew who the true matriarch of the family is.

Living with in-laws was a truly dreadful ordeal.

However when a butler with hard lines etched onto his face interrupted the unfortunate event, his sunken eyes that held the deepest sympathies only gazed at yours. He came forward with an ill-bearing news of your mother’s recent passing.

You knew this day would come, but you hadn’t anticipated it to come so soon. Though you had the resources to finance her health with the best doctor money can buy, you knew there was nothing you could offer death for an ailment so monstrous. The more times that you visited her in the hospital, the more and more different she looked. 

You almost didn’t recognise her. She looked like a corpse, barely breathing through her tube encasing her mouth, her hair you used to comb religiously every night was mostly gone. You knew that she was barely alive.

The only times that you were allowed to visit her was once every full moon as the rest of your days were filled with torturous training all for the sake of building your strength. You were barely considered family to them and so your own Mother visiting you at the Zoldyck estate was unimaginable. Sometimes in the darkest hour of the night you could almost hear her hoarse whispers, blindly pleading repeatedly to the nurses for you, why her daughter was nowhere to be found.

She fought for your next visit, begging at death’s door to see you one last time but alas, death was cruelly fair and her time was rightfully due. And so the feeling when you completely missed her burial, when you were refused a visit to her grave to pay your respects, when you were forbidden to grieve for it was a sign of weakness. The feeling of such accumulated events…

What was it you were supposed to feel?

You knew your heart nor mind could never be so numb, you weren’t anything like the Zoldycks at all, so detached to even a sliver of morality and compassion. So then why didn’t the news of her death send you to your knees? Why couldn’t you feel anything? Could it be a temporary shock- perhaps that’s why your cheeks were dry.

Just when you were lost in your thoughts with a tight frown pursed upon your lips, your personal handmaiden politely intruded herself inside the bathroom, announcing the arrival of master Illumi from his recent mission abroad. You lifted your head from your trance as her soft voice ricocheted off the black marbled walls, a gentle reminder to you of exactly where you were before your mind took you someplace else.

Upon seeing her, she was diligently prepped with her arms open wide, holding your robe before you.

The strange family had rightfully encroached all rights that you previously held, your freedom, your dignity, pride, and even your last name; privacy was the least of your concern. Rising from the cold waters, you allowed her to tie the warm fabric around you. She was always so meticulous and gentle, as if the slightest movement of her gestures or the flicker of her gaze could potentially be taken as an affront.

There were ample times that you searched for at least some kind of warmth in this forlorn and dreary estate, some kind of companion to show a little humanity and compassion with. You should’ve known that pursuing friendship on this mountain was pointless. The myriad of maids and butlers that they have at their disposable offered no comfort to your despair as they were always sickeningly polite but never friendly, leaving a gaping hole in your chest to fend this loneliness for yourself.

At the threshold of the gargantuan door, Illumi stood impassively while one of the butlers of the estate came to lighten his load. He had come back rather early from his departure, the extensive tasks assigned to him was nothing he hadn’t done before and yet with so many undertakings he was obligated to finish he had forgone rest when it was deemed necessary, opting to continue on to the next job effective immediately. Perhaps it was his habit of having a tireless and dedicated focus during a mission or maybe it was just his overzealousness to see you again.

“Welcome back, master Illumi. I trust that you found our services to be adequate on your journey back.” Gotoh pleasantly bade a congenial welcome as he gracefully placed his right hand across his chest and bowed his head slightly before the eldest of Zoldyck’s son.

He simply hummed in reply not sparing another glance at the man for Illumi’s vacant stare was occupied, searching the premises based on his peripheral vision for any sign of you awaiting him without fail like you do every time he arrived back from his assignments. “And my wife?” he curtly inquired after seeing no sign of you.

Descending from the stairs, you face your personal demon with a pathetic palpitating heart. The robe that you adorned did little to cover the coldness of his gaze for the room froze every time he was near. Nevertheless a stretch of a satisfying smile formed across his lips as you made your way towards his arms. 

Embracing him always felt like the first time, your shoulders tensed every time his elongated thin fingers squeezed your sides as he enveloped you in a mockingly sweet embrace. If it bothered him, Illumi never spoke of it. The locks of his midnight hair brushed against your face as you placed a quivering kiss upon his cheek, uttering a small greeting for him. 

Just like clockwork he began to led you away from the foyer and into your shared quarters with his lithe hand burrowing itself into your waist. 

Though it felt like years had passed once your fate was intertwined with his, you could never get used to his presence. This saccharine coated reality could never delude you to construe this as something more meaningful than a means of escape from your financial poverty and his obligation on fulfilling his filial piety. The carefully rehearsed charade always played out the same where in the end of the night you would find yourself in a familiar predicament. 

Inside the cimmerian chamber dim flickering candle lights illuminated the tenebrous darkness around you. The satin beneath your naked skin easily shifted as Illumi handled you attentively from above. As he moved to discard of his clothes your eyes absentmindedly wandered to the same spot on the ceiling that you’ve gazed upon countless of times. However once you heard the gentle rustle of his garments join yours into the floor, your attempt to seperate your mind from your body ended in vain. 

Illumi hovered above you leaving a scant space between your lips. You wished you knew why he searched for your eyes every time he began to kiss you, taking a pensive moment for you to finally look at him, to be the centre of your attention. You didn’t know why he bothered taking his time with you for every night you spent with him you had only demonstrated compliance and obedience. Prolonging such affair was only counterproductive. 

You felt him dragging his nails softly into your skin as he brought his hands up slowly from your thighs to your neck, grasping the rhythmically beating point and finally placing a soft kiss. 

Closing your eyes you unconsciously balled the sheets beneath you with your fists. The kiss was timid and placid on your lips as his hair fell and entangle with the pool of your own. Illumi finally released after a few languishing moments and began to trace wistful kisses along your neck. 

You knew better as to why an apathetic assassin that left a trail of crimson behind him for equity would give you the time of day to leave obsequious pecks. 

Illumi was a man of pure objectivity, each action he took had an ulterior motive behind it for no lift of his finger went by without it having some kind of incentive for him in the end. And so his adoring kisses and unctuous attention did little to move your amoral perception of him. 

He only indulged in such idle debauchary for he believed it was what you enjoyed, hence allowing the intercourse to go smoothly and successfully with the benefit of your arousal. Illumi was especially persistent in his countless endeavours in carrying out his bloodline with you. The details surrounding the child were kept quite vague and undisclosed, the only emphasis now was centred around the health and condition of your mental and physical state. 

Perhaps that’s why Illumi always handled you selflessly, as if he missed you terribly every time he went away for his delegated tasks. His efforts to please you easily began to grow more apparent, especially under an auspicious moon. 

Suddenly his hand encapsulated your small shivering ones, making your breath hitch just slightly as he rose up to meet you once more. “You’re still shaking, what’s the matter?” 

Were you? You hadn’t noticed the state of your body for your mind was running wild with endless thoughts. Sensing the tension in the air you quickly placated his growing trepidation with a weak smile. “Forgive me, tonight is just particularly cold today, perhaps I’ve left the window open again.” Avoiding his ruminating gaze Illumi released a ghost of a sigh before nodding, indicating that he took your word for it despite you knowing deep down that he did not. 

“Shall we go by the fireplace?” He suggested innocuously. 

You, however, couldn’t prevent the heat from rising up to your face as you couldn’t even begin to fathom engaging in such activity beside a roaring fire. Not only that but you would be rid of the protective barrier of your sheets and most of all, the wavering waves of red would cast a glow onto his face, forcing you to glance up upon him and seeing more of what you’re already comfortable with. 

A prude is the word most women back in your town would describe you as, however you would staunchly argue to such claims when the eyes of death has its attention solely on you. 

“No,” you gripped onto his hands. “Here is just fine.” 

Illumi gathered you into his arms, pulling you upwards along with him as he pressed more kisses against your lips and slowly trailed them down to your chest. You hesitantly wrapped your hands around his shoulders, careful not to tip the centre of balance he had on you as you nearly straddled his lap. 

“Very well,” he murmured before flipping you back on the bed and making you land onto your front swiftly. “Then I shall hold you instead.” 

Encapsulating you wholly with your back pressed against his chest, he held onto your chest tightly against him with one arm as the other gripped your hips firmly, raising it up to meet his. His head burrowed itself into the crook of your neck to leave more discoloured marks, and just in time as you felt the stretch commence. 

You were nowa Zoldyck, as you often reminded yourself, nothing could contain you not even pain, not even death, not even love. 

Roughly a year had passed and the same moonlight shined through the darkness upon the mountain peak once again. The Zoldyck estate was in turmoil. Nurses ran frantically from across the halls carrying fresh pristine white towels only to have them drenched in blood in the next second. 

You knew what you signed up for the moment you stood before theTesting Gate, it was just simply your time to fulfil your end of the bargain.

The journey of your pregnancy was a stark contrast to the treatment you had been subjected to in your time here. Instead of poison laced meals to the verge of hospitalisation and endless hours of enhancing your strength endurance, you were finally given some form of a break. 

Those little mercies such as extra hours of sleep, the vitamins and protein back in your system and the permission to acquire rest when you needed it were like heaven to you. 

Your health along with your baby’s progress was greatly monitored, not a day goes by that your daily intensive checkup went by carelessly. 

Everyday you gazed down in front of the mirror and saw yourself grow progressively. The size of your belly began to expand with each passing time that came closer to the due date. Though despite the baby being attached to your very self you couldn’t feel a sense of attachment to it, the very kind your mother had for you. 

And so when you first heard him cry from your extraneous labour, you were stricken by a sudden powerful force. Months of him stirring inside you and it took you this long to realise the being inside you was alive. 

The obstetrician and the nurses all cheered and cooed at the successful delivery of your newborn baby, making excessive notes of how handsome he was. Their faces damped with their efforts to ensure the health of the mother and the baby was maintained paid off for the delivery was a success. 

The burden finally left their shoulders as one should feel when it was a Zoldyck’s turn to employ and entrust an imperative job such as this. 

Once the umbilical cord was cut, you were able look upon his face. Blood stained your hands and cheek as you held him close to your chest, his tiny hand already reaching out for your face, finally tempering his cries into charming babbling nonsense when he sensed that you were near. Everything about him reminded you of Illumi, his midnight hair that was twisted in tiny wisps, his complexion, his small but sharp features upon his face.

But those eyes, they were yours. 

The warmth of such gaze possessed you to crumble down before your son for it wasn’t until his arrival that your humanity was finally restored. Emotions flooded your senses to the point that you thought you couldn’t feel anything else but harrowing pain and guilt. Your separation from your only family, society, your own mother’s death, the excruciating pain that was inflicted upon you- you’ve felt it all. 

The mental fortitudes that you’ve built up over the accumulating years all came crashing down when you looked upon a face so innocent and pure. Something that was truly incapable of harnessing any  bloodshed as per the family designed of his future.

And after all this time you were carrying him like a pig to slaughter. Partaking in this corrupt pseudo-experiment to create the cold and hard perfect monster, subservient to the wills and orders of the family.

Just like his father. 

Suddenly, one of the nurses took him away from your embrace consequently making you panic at the thought of your son being alone without you. The feeling that compelled you to care for another was one that felt so familiar and yet so foreign, plucking an untouched chord in your heartstring that you’ve forgotten a long time ago. 

All your life you were living for someone else; when you lost your mother you were at a loss for your purpose was amiss, living as an empty hollow shell of a human being. Now that the birth of your child had come, an epiphany struck you like a blinding flash of lightening. 

He was your new profound purpose.

“Where are you taking him?” You gasped out, already reaching out towards the nurse who held him around a blanket. She briefly replied that she would be taking his measurements but her words of comfort fell on deaf ears for it did nothing to placate the fact that you were separated from your baby. 

“No, no- please! Give him back to me!” Now you were crawling across the maroon soaked sheets, wincing at the fact that you were still bleeding but still keeping a staunch arm out in front of you. 

Your frantic actions forced the nurses nearby to restrain you, holding you back onto the bed while urging advices to calm down. However their grip upon you nearly fell for you could see nothing but red in your eyes, there was no amount of force in this world that could withhold you from being without him. Your beseeches and tenacious struggle quickly came to a halt when you felt a sudden jolt of pain from your side. 

Looking down with your tear stricken face you saw that you were haphazardly injected with a strange transparent liquid to sedate you. Usually you could easily persevere over simple liquid anaesthetics that could even wipe out an entire five adult men but this dose was a new thing entirely, you’ve never been exposed to such a heavy medication that edged on it being lethal before.

However you knew that the fate of your son would be compromised if you stayed, if you didn’t fought for him. 

Consequently, the only necessary action you needed to take was to escape. Gathering your bearings from the Jenny that you’ve rightfully championed two summers ago, you’ve decided that the amount would guarantee him and you a stable future. 

That is why after two moons have passed when you’ve conjured enough strength to gather yourself from your deep sleep, right before Illumi was scheduled to come back to witness the scion of the house of Zoldyck, that you would take off when the moon was at its peak. 

There was no leaving it up to chance for there was no telling when you would see you son again. There was much conviction in your assumption that Illumi would haste his training program to become an elite assassin, just as the family intended from the start. 

The Zoldycks were unrivalled in their system of securing their property. A fortress that the brave or the foolish dared to try to penetrate, though their attempts would always end up in vain; along with bruises and a few broken bones if they were smart enough to retreat soon. However, they weren’t quite as adept at keeping someone in than they were at keeping everyone out. 

Glancing back the faint sight of the distant mountain on the horizon, you slowed your pace as you decided you’ve made satisfactory progress in distance. Looking around perilously and tuning your ears to the sound of even the faintest landing of the leaves in the autumn breeze, you relievedly deduced that you weren’t followed- well at least not yet.

Releasing small huffs from your over exertion of energy, you gazed down fondly  at the sight of your son bundled up in a large cloth in which you tied tightly onto your back. You relievedly let out a soft smile when you found out he was still sleeping soundly, gripping onto some of your loose hairs unconsciously. Setting him down inside a hollow tree you figured you could take a few minutes to decipher where True North lied. 

However, a sudden change in the atmosphere made your blood freeze. Staring out into the darkness, you fixed your sights in the direction of the energy with your fists clenched in anticipation. 

You felt him before you even saw him. Your heart dropped when you sensed whose aura emitted belonged to. 

Illumi came out of darkness with an air of calmness surrounding him. This sense of composure completely shifted yours, you knew he could easily overpower you for his nen abilities reigned supreme over yours, nonetheless you couldn’t allow a fight for freedom to go unchallenged, not when you were so close to the finish line. 

His ambiguity costed you valuable time to quickly devise a plan. Should you fight or should you flee? There was no telling he would kill you and steal your son away if you opposed him and yet given his nature, Illumi was quite capable of putting up a façade to front his murderous intent. 

When he came too close for comfort, you realised you could never outrun him with this distance, thus you had to strike before he could. Unsheathing a small dagger that you carried just in case you ran into some trouble, you cursed at yourself for carrying a short range weapon. 

Nevertheless you missed his shoulder by just the width of a hair. Illumi’s speed, though something to be marvelled at, was the only aspect that you worried most about. 

As if in slow motion you fell forwards and from the corner of your eyes, you saw him shift easily from your reach. Illumi began to extend his arm out to impede your efforts, however you caught sight of his advances and immediate retreated back. 

He blinked in mild surprise before exhaling a jaded sigh. “Fighting me is futile, you know very well that you cannot defy me in battle.” He stated matter-of-factly. “This victory brings me no satisfaction.” 

“Bring the child forth and end this foolishness now.”

“You monster,” you spat out the words like venom. “You’ll kill him.” 

Lashing out in anger you attempted another strike but narrowly missed again. Gritting your teeth in frustration you were so blinded by hatred that you failed to notice his hand reaching from your blind spot to restrain your dagger. 

Wrapping his long lithe fingers around your wrist Illumi gave a warning squeeze, enough to make a grown man fall to his knees. When you refused to yield, he gripped it into a blood cutting bind until you heard your bones shift and crack. You gasped out once your hold slackened as the dagger fell into the soft green grass below.

“No, I’ll make him stronger.” Illumi confidently promised. He just broke your wrist but oddly still, you couldn’t sense any intention of harm from him as you presumed. 

Your body went rigid when he uttered your name softly, pulling your weight into him almost comfortingly. “We’re still a family,” he spoke so lowly you thought you heard a sense of betrayal and hurt from his words. “I know it’s hard, but we only have each other.”

This imitation of kindness pulled you back into reality before you could cry into his chest and take you back to the mountain. Jerking from his touch disgustedly you began to prepare to lunge at him despite your broken hand. 

“You know very well that I will pursue you even to the ends of the earth.” 

You lurch out in a punch at his direction but Illumi hastily blocked your attacks. Dodging your strikes he only ever defends, hardly even trying to challenge you. An approach that was more pacifist as opposed to practical.

“I’ll stop at nothing to bring you both home, there is nothing you can protect him from. The boy will watch many deaths before him. He will know the true meaning of threats and violence, they will fall under mine. He will never know peace.” 

You almost cried when you heard him spoke of your son’s future in a manner that was so casually cruel. Forcing yourself to block his torturous lies and vitriolic taunts, you eyed for your weapon inconspicuously. 

Catching a glint from the blade of the dagger in the tall grass, you reached out to briskly seize it. Before you could even get close, Illumi kicked it swiftly to the point where it was no longer visible to you. Looking up at him with a gaze gaunt with pain and humiliation as he said your name once more.

“Listen to reason.”

In a fit of rage you blindly fought him with your moves only consisting of attacks and albeit not very coordinated for you could barely even see your hands in front of you. You could sense that Illumi willingly took some of your punches as he winced a little when one of your attacks coincidentally targeted his weak points. 

You hadn’t realised you were crying until he balanced you upright just as when you stumbled forwards due to your eyes stinging with blurry vision. Why had you expressed yourself at your weakest point in the midst of a fight? Were you really this weak? After such gruelling years of training did they amount to nothing when you couldn’t even compare to the man you willed yourself away to? 

You already lost before you even began. 

Locking a grip around his neck you managed to successfully pinned him to the ground floor. His eyes blankly looked up at your dishevelled state raw with pure emotions in contrast to his cool and composed self. It took you this long to register that he wasn’t fighting for your submission but for your sake. 

Illumi easily reverted to being the dominant position when he was about to receive a lethal strike from you. Pining both of your hands to the ground as he restrained your legs with his knees.

Illumi studied your trembling form underneath him, appearing like a feral cat caught in a cage, ready to lash out from any sudden actions even one out of kindness. 

“What can I do to get you to stay?” He persuaded exasperatedly, as if he was tired of you looking at him like he’s the enemy. Meanwhile, you glared at the ludicrous question. 

“I want a normal life for him. I want him to see the world, I want him to go to school, to make friends.” Your throat tightened when you brought him up. Proposing your wishes in vain knowing truly he could never fulfil what you desired. “You’ll have to kill me first before you could ever get to him.” 

“An unnecessary sacrifice.” He quickly corrected, as if such a thought had never crossed his mind.”How could I endanger the one I love most?” 

Your face twisted in detest at his hypocrisy. “What do you know about love?”

Illumi merely blinked at your question, in which the answer was one that he thought was already apparent 

“I love you.” 

And yet a thousand needles could never the change the way you feel for him. You only saw darkness within Illumi, death was the only thing drilled into his mind for his purpose was designed only for murder. 

But then why couldn’t you see any deception in his eyes? Why did he possess such sincerity when he declared his feelings for you. In the midst of constant exposure to inhumanity was it truly possible for hope and love to endure for Illumi?

At the cold realm on top of the mountain you have gazed at numerous celestial wonders of the universe, but none could compare to what you saw in his gaze. You recognised the fragments of humanity inside him and it was far more powerful than anything that you had ever witnessed before. 

To have seen compassion for another being in a state of infinite chaos, Illumi was truly a wonder.

“We can have that, you know,” Illumi gently said. “A house for our own far away from here, school, friends, whatever you want.” 

“But... not for him?” Your breath stopped when he nodded slowly, sympathising your disappointment at your speculation. 

“His siblings may lead the normal life you intended for them, but it’s critical that the eldest Zoldyck carry on the family’s name and status.” 

Like an echo through history, you really can’t stop the Zoldycks’ legacy. Nevertheless, the question still rang in your head alarmingly.

Could you do it? 

Doom your firstborn to save the others? 

After what you’ve been through was it the only logical choice?

“You can’t hurt him.”

Alas, the only natural rational course of action was to naturally comply. Illumi graced a genuine smile as he closed the distance between you and sealed the deal with a chaste kiss. 

“Never.” 

[abyssonance]

Anon asked: 😶 have you ever tortured somebody before? If you haven’t,let me give u some tips. -[redacted]

Uncomfy Questions [Accepting]

“Cease your prattling.” They bellowed ominously. “I have never gone out of my way to cause such torment, but let me take an idea proposed by certain human writers of fiction and explain it:

“Imagine you are a tiny insect, crawling across a circuit board. A human invention, but you do not know what it is, what it means, nor if it is even important other than just metallic colours. Then suddenly, you learn what it does: it communicates millions of ideas a second across an invisible space to millions of more people in a second. Overwhelming is this knew knowledge and awareness. Then, as quickly as it came, this knowledge is lost to you. You forget it all but you remember that you knew.

“Such a state drives you to insanity. You had all the knowledge, forbidden and grand... you must have it again, it leaves you completely empty and broken to not have it... but you never will. No matter what you try, no matter how deep your call into the abyss, how desperate you claw at whatever entity will listen...

“I am entropy, yet I exist in form. I am nothing, but something, a paradox that should not be, yet here I am. I am barely comprehensible to any other creature than my own Kindred. This form is the only appeasement of the mind and reality so that your psyche may not be shattered in an instant.

“Not knowing your purpose and being blamed for being the embodiment of nothingness is akin to what I have described. I have existed through it, and was remade for it. I existed while you invented the ways you have such described in harsh detail.

“Cite not the ways of torturous existence, I witnessed their birth.”

[eyes-blazing]

Emrys took a moment to keep himself from crying, god damn emotions were everywhere and all he wanted was to get high. To forget. But he couldn’t. He made a promise. He rolled over to face Nate.

“I can’t…” His voice broke and he had to take a second. “I can barely feel you with these hands. All they are is a sign that I am hated because I love my father, I-“

Emrys couldn’t do this while looking Nate in the eye. Why couldn’t he do this? Nate trusted him with his scars, his pain, so why couldn’t he do the same.

“I was eight…” Nope, couldn’t do it. Not while looking at the man he loved. Emrys buried his face into Nates shoulder. “I wasn’t…I was just reading. They didn’t…” He could feel the tears falling, hated himself for it. He was supposed to be better than this. “I was eight and a group of older kids found me in the library on Asgard…they called me murders son, s-said my dad deserved death for what he did. I just…I just wanted to read my book and they wouldn’t leave me alone. I don’t even remember what I said to them but they grabbed me.” Emrys couldn’t make himself stop shaking, god he was trying to but he couldn’t stop. “They help me down and used ice magic…I didn’t want dad to know…tried to heal them but I fucked it up…Mom tried to fix them…tried singing them better but you can’t heal scars…and I had only healed them to point of scaring…”

Emrys took a shaking breath, openly crying now. He was only eight years old and they ruined him because he wouldn’t hate his father.

“I’m sure I don’t need to tell you about the cuts…”

@eyes-blazing

When Emrys came back from his performance with his band at his favorite bar, he had 3 missed calls and a voicemail on his phone. All from an unknown number.

"Hello. I'm Doctor Johnson. Am I speaking to Mister Emrys-Aiden Ris Lokison? You are listed as Nathan William Sanders' emergency contact. I am sorry but I have to tell you that Mr. Sanders had an accident and is at the hospital now."

[atropaanimus]

“You have met a most terrible fate, my poor soul…”

That is what they told them… a soul long awaited to be harvested for the last few centuries. A flickering of light having to quiver in absolute darkness. It was the only light around and it was being sucked into the deep void. A pit of hell had more hope than this void of despair. This pocket between spaces where no elder god, no deity or any influence of the divine could perceive. Nothing but this soul, and death themselves.

“I’ve read your history… it’s rather colourful, you know…”

No electronic device was present, just the classically old tome with the history of this individual written. It started with aged parchments and old leather bindings…finally at the last page, it was filled. ‘And he met a terrible end.’

The mote of light changed into a pale imitation of a humanoid, no features… no tails or wings, claws or fangs… not in this form anyway. Limbs lashed out towards death themselves, clawing faux flesh from makeshift bone, false blood splashing on the nonexistent ground. Milo did not move, react, or even seem to know they had been wounded across their exposed chest. Their mantle remained perfectly intact, despite the other hand gripping at it firmly, trying to rip it off.

In a motion swifter than a blink, one hand of Milo’s gripped and twisted the spiritual limb beyond physical capability. Twisting it over and over, the sound of agonized bones snapping with each ungodly twist, bringing the entity to its knees. Milo did not stop twisting, bright red eyes fading to a pale, then a stark white, blending sclera and iris together. 

“Do you truly think that you can stop me?”

They pushed forward. Leaned towards the ground as the lights cracked and snapped, shattering into a thousand screaming shards, Milo grabbed the other flailing excuse for an arm. Nails turned sharp, piercing the skin of light. Cracks formed from the pressure, shrinking and expanding, pushing back on the hostile force. It rumbled with the defiance of a demon horde, but it was being crushed by an unrelenting silence of foul hatred.

“I’ve had many waiting for some eons for this very moment… the animosity… the sorrow, rage, sheer desire for demise…”

It overwhelmed them… the need to commit to revenge for the crying souls in the back of their mind. The sensation of rage from the soul to be reaped twitching and quivering… assimilating into the very fear Milo was brimming with. Reflecting every single negative essence that clung to them. Souls become quiet in the revelry of pain and torment.

Another free hand extended, plunging deep within this soul’s metaphorical chest. Nails turned to claws, suffocating where a heart used to be. The pulse rapidly rose, shaking and maddening; it wanted to be free, it didn’t want to be trapped within the fingers of death. Silence growing heavy, dampening the grunts and groans of a fleeing ego. 

Milo’s eyes remained white. A stare to pierce the hearts of the bravest souls was stalwart on their face. They leaned in uncomfortably close, breath hot on the other’s assumed cheeks. Intimacy like this was reserved for one of two things but both shared a common factor: passion.

“Do you remember them? The souls you tormented… abandoned to rot… left to fester in their own toxicity that you cultivated?”

The soul paled, ceased moving and struggling for a split second. Then the thrashing came. The desperation of reminders coming to provide the consequences of their own actions. Every pull from Milo was a shuddering jolt, pieces of what remained dissolving into the ether. Now it was their turn to tear themselves apart. To give up anything to escape this prologue of eternal torment, taking off the dead limbs. Removing the privilege of having an identity and a form it knew as it’s own.

Empathy was a powerful ability. White was the reflection of all colour, and thus, was Milo reflecting all emotion. Reflecting that unto their quarry. Forcing the realization of what they did… forcing those emotions of their victims ten fold onto this soul. It was their own destruction caught up to them.

“Hell is not where you’re going…”

Dark vines began to tie the soul down, breaking apart what bit of a form they had until there was nothing to hide within. No part to use to defend themselves and leave them entirely exposed. Thorns wrapped and twisted like a narrow, inverse iron maiden, crushing everything in a slow, almost delightful finesse. Nothing but the mote of broken light remained once the floor was a grave of blasphemous flora, carnivorous plants chewing and gnawing away at what was left.

“We have a special place for the likes of you… you know why I’m here specifically for you?”

For the first time, still silence.

An undying silence.

“I take care of the souls of monsters… and you’ve gone well and truly into that light. Welcome to your new darkness.” 

An eternal torment.

“To understand their anger. Their hate. Their pain.”

“I am too good for you.”

Fear spiked for one last time. Milo chuckled with the darkness of an elder god.

With pure dread and doom.

Goodbye~

[gothic-illustrations]

Day Four - Before the Protocol 1/2

This is technically still set in the present because they are talking about Lumino before the protocol so I think it fits.

TW: Serious talk of experimentation, swearing, mention of death, violence, etc

No one spoke, no one had to as Lumino glares at the other end of the room. Sova and Sage were sitting next to them trying to calm them down to some degree but they waved them both off. Chamber and Viper sat at the other end of the room clueless as to why Lumino their normally joyful but aggressive teammate glared daggers at them. 

“Lumino I don’t know why you called us here but surely there’s some logical conclusion to whatever has made you so angry.”

“You know Sabine, I would’ve thought so too, but when teammates keep secrets its kind of hard.”

“Mon amie we’ve never kept secrets from you, or I haven’t at-”

Lumino wasted no time in getting up and striding over to Chamber and once they had gotten close enough they slapped him. Leaving a large red mark on his cheek and tilting his glasses.

“Shut the fuck up Vincent..”

Sova looks from Sage to Lumino and then back to Sage as he tries his best to see what could have possibly caused one of the people he cares for most to act so aggressively. “Милая (Milaya) surely we can talk this out.” Lumino looks back at Sova the tears at the corners of her eyes threatening to spill out “The time for talking was ages ago and they said nothing so now it’s my turn to let off some steam. I have all these years of anger and now it’s finally going to serve a purpose.”

“I suppose this is a bad time.” Cypher looms in the entryway of the door. Lumino shakes their head and Cypher steps forward and hands Lumino a bundle of documents with the Kingdom symbol adorning the front. “You’re fine Cypher I needed these to prove my point anyways.” They turn back around and walk back up to Chamber, his eye went wide as he saw the documents. Viper tensed in her seat. 

“Let’s start with you Vincent since you seemed to know who I was from the start and said nothing. And don’t even try to chalk it up to you just assuming. I saw those emails with you and Cypher.”

“Damn rat, knew I couldn’t trust him.”

“Ileana Ardelean. Does that name ring any bells to you because all these pictures seem to paint a good picture.”

Lumino snarls and talks a few photos from the bundle and throws them onto the table. Two figures stood together in the photos, one being a younger chamber from his days in the French military, the other being Ileana Ardelean. “She was a radiant who worked rather closely with you during your time in the military. Tell me where is she now?”

“She’s gone, or rather, I thought she was gone until you showed up. It’s been a while mon amour.” Vincent looked up at them in hopes of gaining a bit of sympathy but he instead for Lumino’s cold gaze staring back. 

“I’m not your lover Vincent, and even if I used to be. That died with Ileana because my name is Mikita now and I will not go by anything else.”

“But I would certainly love to know why you didn’t stop me from trusting Kingdom.”

“You were a headstrong person, you still are it seems. So nothing I said could have changed your mind. Once they said the research they were doing could save the lives of millions you hoped onto it. You left the same day, I only got to see you as you were leaving our apartment in La Rochelle. I doubt even the ring would’ve stopped you.” He looks down as Lumino’s gaze softens only a little bit. Viper had turned her head in surprise and Sage had to keep Sova from getting up and demanding his own answers.

“You were going to- ” Lumino’s voice cracked and Chamber decided to cut them off to answer “Yes, I was planning on proposing. But that’s all in the past now. I threw it away in a drunken stupor, once they announced your death.” 

Lumino sighs trying to regain a bit of composure as they turned to Viper “I guess that’s where you can start now Sabine. You weren’t directly involved in the experiments that killed my double but you sure as hell know a lot about the night it happened.”

Viper doesn’t even try and deny anything as she nods “One of the assistant scientists had gotten sick that day, they had asked me to come in as a replacement. You won’t believe me when I say this Lumino but, I didn’t want to carry out the things they made me do I only did it to keep my job.”

“Keep your job! Do I need to read off the things that you and all those other idiots did to ruin my life? I COULD’VE BEEN NORMAL IF IT WASN’T FOR YOU!” The tears rolled down their face as they screamed looking down at Viper. The silence that hung in the room gave Lumino their answer as they began to read. “Electrocution of double and person, use of radiant abilities on double, showing person their double being tortured, being tortured in front of your double, forcible blinding of double, branding of person and double. And the list goes on for a page and a half, I always wondered why I had this, guess I know now.” Lumino pulls down part of their shirt to reveal the Kingdom logo scarred onto the skin. 

“I just wanna know why. Were they even doing research? Or was it just an excuse to hurt people? My double never did anything to deserve the things done to them. It’s why I put them out of their misery, wasn’t it.”

Sabine just nods “You saw what we had done to them, and you were furious so you asked their permission and end their life before anyone could come in and stop you from doing anything else. They sent me in to put you to sleep, I was simply doing what I was told. You were a bright young person Lumino, you both were, I’m sad it ended up like this.” Lumino shook their head as they started to cry. Sage left her spot next to Sova to hug them whispering sweet nothings in their ear that only seemed to make them cry more. 

After Lumino got the courage to speak they looked back at Chamber and Viper “I want you both to know that I don’t forgive any of your actions. I might not ever forgive you. I need time to process all this, see whatever family I actually have left, and see what can be done to bring this bullshit to someone who can actually do something.” They laughed quietly “It’s kinda funny that the one person everyone told me not to trust helped me the most. Cypher helped me when you both could’ve simple spoke to me and that sickens me to think about.” 

Sova promptly gets up and walks over to Lumino and Sage, picking them up as they continued to softly cry then he spoke up “I hope you two think about your action’s. I think we should get going now.” With that, the two walked out the door with Lumino in hand. Leaving them alone in a room with that bundle of papers still strewn around the table in the centre. Viper gets up first looking over the pictures, smiling carefree faces in all of them as Viper sighs, rubbing her temple and mumbling to herself “This is why I left that wretched place.” before leaving the room. 

Chamber leans back in his chair, taking his wallet out of his back pocket and looking at the now crumpled picture of him and Ileana leaning into each other as they slow danced. In one of the only times, Chamber remembered smiling. “Maybe if I had told you sooner mon chouchou I could’ve held you in my arms…

One 

Last 

Time… 

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And with that, I’m done with part one of my day four entry. The second part will be an animatic that might take a bit longer to finish so I hope you all can be patient with me. And for some clarification, if any of you need it here is a list of words I used from other languages:

Mon amie - my friend - French

Mon amour - My love - French

Mon chouchou - my sweet bun (it’ll make sense when I draw younger Lumino) - French

Milaya/милая - darling - Russian

[rainbowtransform]

(prison rp)

A little Birdy told me you're ready for me?

Hey Roman!! Yeah, Cedar needs to learn how to listen as well as Cap, if you can believe it. I’ve got to go do some other things, but you enjoy it, okay?

Oh, just do me a favor. By the end of the session, make sure Cap can’t do Morse code anymore and if you can, make Cedar say something bad to Cap.

[hazydrcams]

Sadness sunk into the pit of Hannah's stomach. No good choices, the ultimate catch-22. Be tortured or watch the youngest be tortured. All of which was their own form of horrendous torment inflicted onto them. "It's beyond cruel," Hannah noted, agree with Michael. "The ones we should be watching aren't the Carrows, but the students willingly participating in the target practice the Carrows have been educating us on." Hints of sarcasm lace between her words.

| OPEN ; MICHAEL |

Michael winced. "Bloody hell." He huffed. "I'd do it again. I can take what the Carrows dish out." He said with a nod. "I'd rather it be me getting tortured than first years." The Ravenclaw said with a frown, which hurt his beaten face. "They're still innocent...they don't deserve being locked away and hurt."