09-11-2020, 05:25 PM
you are sacred because i have made you sacred.
B e e l z e b u b
Kindness has never found a place to call home within his heart. There is nothing to sustain love or warmth here. This is why it strikes him as odd when he feels compelled to approach her. It doesn’t feel pleasant the way he imagines those emotions should, but rather like obligation. Something buried in his blood reaches for her and he simply humors it. It hums comfortably when he draws near but he does not smile or seem equally glad to be standing here before her.
Instead, he tilts his head as he examines her, his expression empty and sterile like a dormant hospital bed.
“Have we met?” he finally asks, his eyes narrowed while he picks apart his memories. Of course, there is nothing there when he reaches for it. He normally preys on weaker things and something about her unnerves him enough that he would keep his distance on any other given day. Yet, her face feels like something out of a fever dream he might’ve had several years ago.
“I don’t think so. I am Beelzebub.”
But he takes a step back. Something feels wrong about being here, staring into her face, and he would like to return to the depths of the forest.
Instead, he tilts his head as he examines her, his expression empty and sterile like a dormant hospital bed.
“Have we met?” he finally asks, his eyes narrowed while he picks apart his memories. Of course, there is nothing there when he reaches for it. He normally preys on weaker things and something about her unnerves him enough that he would keep his distance on any other given day. Yet, her face feels like something out of a fever dream he might’ve had several years ago.
“I don’t think so. I am Beelzebub.”
But he takes a step back. Something feels wrong about being here, staring into her face, and he would like to return to the depths of the forest.
there is no burning that i did not create.
@[Cordis]