#uxoricide

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from Agnes & Hilda, stream on Bandcamp or else 🔫🐶 

[trans-comrade]

Eraserhead (1977) and The Brood (1979) are essentially two sides of the same coin when it comes to themes of parenthood and more specifically motherhood. One is neglecting the other is nurturing.

[ithisatanytime]

(uxoricide)

[seemabhatnagar]

Appellant is guilty of culpable homicide amounting to murder

Anil Kumar v. State of Kerala

Crl. Appeal 2697/2023

Before Supreme Court of India

Crl. Appeal was dismissed as the court below has not committed any error or fact or law & appellant was correctly held guilty of culpable homicide amounting to murder. The appeal was dismissed by the Bench of Hon’ble Mr. Justice Abhay S Oka J & Hon’ble Mr. Justice Pankaj Mithal J on 01.11.2023 – Dowry Death Matter

Background

The appellant Anil Kumar has been convicted by court below for the offence u/s 302* & 498*A IPC.

302* Prescribes punishment for murder

498A* Husband or relative of husband of a woman subjecting her to cruelty.

Issue:

The appellant had any pre meditated mind or it was grave and sudden provocation which would not amount to murder and at best it would be a case of culpable homicide not amounting to murder punishable with imprisonment for a term which may extend to 10 years or with fine or with both u/s 304 Part II IPC.

Facts

Due to the quarrel between the husband and the wife, wife poured Kerosene oil upon herself on September 26, 2010 @9 am & the husband threw lighted match stick upon her.

In the FIR initially registered u/s 307 IPC it was stated that wife was physically and mentally harassed by the appellant poured kerosene oil upon herself to deter the appellant from causing any further torture on her & appellant took advantage of the situation & with intention to kill her took advantage of the situation and threw lighted matchstick on her uttering ‘you die’. The wife received 96% burn injuries and later died in the hospital the case as such was converted into 303 & 498A IPC.

The appellant was charged for uxoricide*.

Uxoricide* Killing of one’s wife

There is clear overwhelming evidence on record regarding their frequent quarrel and the harassment & that appellant use to harass her wife for dowry and both of them quarrel a lot. The marriage was solemnized about 11 years before the date of incident.

The couple had one daughter and one son from the marriage. At the time of incident, the children were playing in the court yard and the boy who is of tender age had given statement that the appellant was in the habit of beating his mother and there used to be frequent quarrel amongst them.

Submission of the counsel of the Appellant

Wife had a suicidal tendency and she had tried to immolate herself & once she had tried to cut her veins. She poured kerosene oil on herself & set herself on fire. Whereas he tried to douse the fire by pouring water from the bucket & he is not at all guilty.

The appellant had no premeditated intention to kill his wife therefore the provision of 302 IPC is not applicable & appellant at best could be charged for 304 part II of IPC.

Submission of the counsel of the State

The act of throwing matchstick on the wife who is fully drenched with kerosene oil would certainly cause death.

Dying Declaration

There is multiple dying declaration on record.

The dying declaration was recorded by Judicial Magistrate First class Ernakulam and dying declaration was also recorded by head constable at the general hospital. And at both the time the deceased repeated the same statement.

Statement: On the fateful day the appellant under the influence of alcohol badly assaulted her and stuck a blow on her chest and pushed her, when assault become unbearable, she went in the kitchen and took the cane of kerosene and poured on her body & the appellant threw lit matchstick on her.

Further many criminal cases are pending against the husband corroborating the fact that the husband in inebriated state use to assault his wife which was also affirmed by the investigating officer.

The neighbors who took her in jeep to the hospital had seen her in burning state.

Observation of the Court

The appellant having taken “undueadvantage” of the situation cannot be extended the benefit of Exception 4* to Section 300 IPC so as to bring the case within the ambit of Part­II of 304 IPC.

Exception 4* section 300 IPC

The fight must have taken place between the offender and the person who has been murdered.

Existence of a sudden fight.

In the excitement of heat of passion upon a sudden quarrel.

No undue benefit has been taken by the offender.

The offender does not act cruelly or differently.

The FIR & the Dying Declaration contain clear statement of he deceased that she had put kerosene oil on herself to deter the appellant from fighting and assaulting her, but he lit the matchstick and threw on her uttering ’you die’

The aforesaid evidence establishes beyond doubt that the appellant is guilty of offence of culpable homicide amounting to murder.

Order

The Court below have not committed any error of fact or law in convicting & sentencing the appellant to a maximum punishment of life imprisonment. Criminal Appeal is dismissed.

Seema Bhatnagar

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[scrumpyfan43]

Going through my #uxoricide tag and fixing gender errors

[finelythreadedsky]

kinslaying stats for extant greek tragedy:

instances of infanticide/filicide: 6 (9 deaths total)

instances of fratricide: 2 (4 deaths total)

instances of patricide: 2

instances of matricide: 3

instances of mariticide: 2

instances of uxoricide: 2

[sinners-in-paradise]

Chapter Two: Victims in Paradise

Masterpost

Chapter written by @camachine

[This chapter contains graphic descriptions that may be disturbing to some readers.]

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Seeing as Dero was incapable of moving properly, the group decided on carrying him to a sheltered cave and treating him there. His wounds seemed to be more emotional than physical once he had been pulled down from the tree, but he sobbed and wailed as if dying regardless. Ironic.

"His name is Dero," Dulciana explained. "He's Dark Matter... surely you recognized that, Cele?"

She nodded. "He's not... dangerous... is he?" she fumbled.

"No, not at all. I knew him from my time watching over dearest Pleiades... They were good friends, and from what I know, he was the sweetest thing. A knight, and a very noble one at that. Perhaps not the sharpest knife in the drawer... but he was so full of joy and goodness. It's awful to think of how he could've gotten in this situation."

"A knight. Hmph," Gwen mumbled to herself. "Seems he was stabbed to death..."

"I know it's a delicate thing for you, Guinevere, but it's best if you're as cooperative as possible. We don't want him to feel unwelcome."

"Unwelcome?" she asked reluctantly. "We're welcoming him?"

"If he wishes to accompany us, I don't see why not."

Eventually, they finally stumbled upon a dark, damp crevice along the edges of a large cliff, which was fortunately just large enough for the four of them and a small campfire. While Guinevere tried her hardest to make sparks with two rocks and Celeernyx watched her idly, Dulciana tried her hardest to clean Dero's stab wounds and explain his situation to him.

"It seems you've died, dearest," she told him sweetly. "I'm sure you already knew. It happens to the best of us."

There was no reply. If Dero had something to say, he was too shaken to say it.

"He's unsettled," Celeernyx mustered. "O-Of course he is. He-e's surrounded by a b-bunch of dead wo-omen."

"How'd you die? From the looks of your wounds it was something real nasty," Guinevere asked him casually.

"Gwen!" Dulci snapped at her. "If we're unsettling him now, you're going to make him have a panic attack!"

"Tis... tis alright..." Dero finally mumbled. "Tis alright."

"Huh. So he can say more words." Gwen smiled. "It'd help us plenty if you could a tell us a bit about how you died, dearie, seeing as you and Dulci here seem to know each other a bit. Maybe we can help you by... well, we'll get there. And it might affect how you end up in the end, similar to Cele and her wings."

"End up in the end? Wings?" he asked her nervously.

"I don't want to think about it too hard or explain it either. Again, we'll get to it when we get it. I... eh... I think we have time. Go on."

"Oh! Uhm... I..." He paused, hesitant to bring up the fatal incident. Simply thinking of the moment, of his raspy, tired breath, of the pooling blood, of her satisfied gaze... it was too much.

"I wast fatally wounded. In combat, I mean," he said. "I art a knight. And I... I wast stabbed to death by an enemy. By a horrible beast. That's all." It's not a lie per se, he figured.

Though Dulciana suspected he might be twisting the truth ever so slightly, none of her friends doubted him, and as such she decided to keep her mouth shut. Best to avoid conflicts, she thought.

"Thank you," she said softly. "That must've been a rough memory for you. I appreciate your openness." She cleared her throat. "How about we introduce ourselves to you, as an icebreaker? That way you can get to know us and how we died."

"O-Oh! An introduction! Of course," Dero said quietly.

"You already know me... Miss Dulciana, yes, Dero?" she told him. "I was engaged to my dearest Pleiades, remember? But I died of health complications when I fell ill. At the very least I passed on with my true love by my side." She sighed dreamily. "Your turn, Celeernyx."

"O-Oh! My turn! Right!" she said. "Oh... m-my name is Celeernyx. I was a Hero of Yore. Right. I helped seal away... V-Void Termina. And... and... my crown... you see m-my crown, right? It.. it t-took my mind. And it turned i-into something horrible... something really horrible. I... I was a queen. I loved my pe-eople, I think. And I... I failed them. I-I... the crown... I destroyed everything. And then I saw light... I saw mysel-lf and what I had done. Wha-at the crown had done. I felt myself growing w-weaker and weaker and then I sh-shat-tered."

"Why... t-that's awful, m'lady! I mean... My queen!" Dero fumbled. "As a knight, I can only imagine how awful it must be to fail that which I serve... Thou hast mine sincerest condolences."

Even now, he's so loyal and over-the-top, Dulci thought. It was endearing, in a way, and it was relieving to hear that, though upset, he wasn't unhealthily panicking about what he was hearing. It seemed as if he had come to a certain degree of understanding about his current state and the people surrounding him.

"Now you, Gwen," she said. "Tell Dero about yourself."

"Hmph. Right. Well, my name is Guinevere King. Or... not Guinevere King. I'm not sure if I'm still comfortable with the surname. I was transformed into a monster type as a young child by an entity commonly known as 'Nightmare'. You've heard of it?"

Dero nodded. "I wouldn't have guessed thou were a monster if thee hadn't told me, though. Thou... ehm... Thou art very beautiful."

She blushed at the comment, her face going slightly red beneath her fur. "Well, you wouldn't be the only one to think that. A-About not being so recognizable as a monster, I mean," she said nervously. "I've always been a bit odd, but when I escaped Nightmare and tried to live a normal life, I went unnoticed as what I was by my peers. I... I fell in love, like a normal girl. And I got married and had myself a son and I got a job as a soldier knight and I was happy. And then..." She trailed off, carefully picking out her next words. "My partner found out I was a monster. We were in bed when he took his sword and slashed at me... completely unprompted, I mean. I tried to... defend myself with my spear. For a few minutes, we scuffled, until he finally caught me with the blade and twisted it inside. I screamed and begged and eventually, he released it in a flurry of blood. And you know, it was scary, right? I could see the edges of some organs beginning to peek out, and still my body wasn't giving in. I think he was scared too, maybe, because the next thing he did was to hack at me again and again and again, until I could barely breathe and I had collapsed into his arms. It's so strange, because I wasn't worrying about what was going to happen to me... I was worrying about my son. I don't know. I think... I think my husband thought I was dead, because I had stopped screaming and I was covered in our blood and guts and my eyes had started glossing over, and I wish I had been, because then he took my body and started wrapping it up in our bedspread." She paused to take a deep breath. "I think... I think he might've done something else to me, but I can't remember, because I was barely lucid. And once the bedspread had covered my mouth, I really couldn't get any air into my system at all, so I pretended I was falling asleep and blacked out to the smell of my rotting insides. The end."

Dero stared at her wide-eyed, his eyes tearing up. Eventually, a sob escaped his throat.

"Gwen! Now look at what you've gone and done!" Dulci snapped at her.

"What?! You told us to tell him how we died!" she said very matter-of-factly.

"You didn't have to be so graphic about it!"

"Art exists to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted," she shrugged.

"You are not art."

"My... My husband's cheesy poems would care to disagree."

"He stabbed you to death," Cele pointed out.

"I can't believe he would do that!" Dero sobbed. "Why would... why would he hurt thee like that?! J-Just because of thine monstrous blood?! THINE OWN LOVER!?!”

"Now, now. It's all in the past," Dulciana told him comfortingly. "That one really got to you, hm? Guinevere's not usually like this, I can assure you..."

"That's awful! That's so awful!" he wailed.

"Dulci's right. Don't fret," Gwen sighed, growing melancholic herself. "It hurts me too, but there's not much I can do for now. It's best to let it go, forgive and forget... even if it's really, truly hard. I... I'm sorry if I made you 'sad'. I know you were stabbed to death too. Maybe I was too harsh."

"I... I art sorry too," he said. "I art sorry. Tis horrible. I wish I could make it up to thou, make it up to all of thee."

"Dero, you don't have to–"

"But... but there art nothing we can do. We're dead," he sighed. "We're... We're dead!"

"It is i-inconvenient," Cele sighed. "But... We're plotting to return to liv-ving world, soon!"

"Cele! Too early!" Gwen told her.

"Well... I suppose there's no use in hiding it now," Dulciana said. "Dero, I am uncertain of how long you've been in Hades. I don't think you've heard of much of this but... there are rumors." She lowered her voice. "Of course, these rumors have existed for... a very long time. But local legend states that there is a way for dead souls to return to living world, if temporarily. I suspect it has something to do with the current ruler of Hades, which can drift between worlds... but of course, we'd have to be unfathomably powerful to channel this... we'd have to gather power, yes?" She rubbed her temples anxiously. "It's all very unclear at the moment, but I know there ought to be a way for me to see my dear Ades again... and we have two powerful knights and a Hero of Yore on our side! Surely it cannot be impossible."

His eyes widened. "We... We can attempt closure? We can go back?"

"Maybe," he heard a rough, strained voice say behind him. "But I wouldn't try it if I wanted to maintain my sanity."

He swerved around to get a look at whoever had interrupted the conversation, making a quick, burning pain shoot through his body. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't... that.

A slim, goopy figure had emerged from what he assumed to be a puddle of paint on the ground. Its abnormal pinkish silhouette vaguely resembled that of a woman with long, drooping hair, but it was so disfigured that it could barely be recognized as such. This was made even more unsettling by its multiple glowing yellow eyes and its slim, golden mouth, which appeared like a slash across the middle of its body. Fortunately, this was mostly covered by a thick purple scarf wrapped just below the mouth slit and a large, floppy hat placed upon its head.

"You couldn't even hear me appear behind you, and you expect to best death itself?" It let out a shrill screech, which he assumed was a laugh. "You have so much to learn about this god-forsaken place. You're fresh meat, aren't you?"

"Who do you think you are to barge in on us?" Gwen asked her, lifting her spear from the ground.

"...An overlord!" it cackled. "Who else?"

Witch's laugh, Dero thought. He doubted whoever this person was was up to any good.

But more importantly... What the hell... no... What in hades was an "overlord" supposed to be?

[pocketramblr]

What if I said I simp over Krakenverse AFO for who he is rather than his tentacles or perpetual state of bondage...

"for who he is" a horrible father?? a loan shark?? a pervert who killed his own wife??

[antediluvianapocalypse]

rip juliana you would have loved being a 60s housewife

[giucomix]

what is this looney tunes shit

[lunocura]

"You wanna know how I got these scars?"

It's nice to see some trace of the bloodlines being portrayed as something that brings grief to the people having them, even if I'm still iffy on the specifics of portraying "special bloodlines" at all.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Word List: Kill

for your next poem/story

-cide: killer; killing

Avicide - the killing of birds

Barmecide - providing only the illusion of abundance

Biocide - a substance (such as an algicide or fungicide) that destroys or inhibits the growth or activity of living organisms

Deicide - the killer or destroyer of a god

Ecocide - the destruction of large areas of the natural environment as a consequence of human activity

Floricide - the killing of a flower

Herbicide - an agent used to destroy or inhibit plant growth

Ixodicide - an agent that destroys ticks

Liberticide - the destruction of liberty

Menticide - a systematic and intentional undermining of a person's conscious mind; brainwashing

Mildewcide - an agent that destroys mildew

Ovicide - an agent that kills eggs; especially: an insecticide effective against the egg stage

Phytocide - a substance (as a herbicide) used to kill unwanted plants

Piscicide - a substance used to kill fish

Taeniacide - an agent that destroys tapeworms

Uxoricide - murder of a wife by her husband

Vaticide - the murderer of a prophet

Verbicide - deliberate distortion of the sense of a word (as in punning); one who distorts the sense of a word

Vulpecide - the killing of a fox by means other than those of hunting with hounds

Weedicide - herbicide

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