08-21-2017, 08:58 PM
The children mostly cease to matter once they are created, once the making of them is done. He tried, earlier, to be a father, to favor them, but the children were ultimately such disappointing things. The few that rose to power never took to it the way he did, and they fell for girls or boys beneath them, and thus their castles crumbled.
(He recalls one son in particular with a distinct bitterness, the son whose body he’d possessed, the son who’d hide his deviant desires somewhere where the dark god had not looked, and it had been the fact he’d kept a secret that had repulsed Carnage most of all.)
(And, well, another son, so aptly named - desecration - who had – well. Never mind that boy. Never mind him, or what he may have wanted from him.)
Her thoughts are aimed at him, now that she knows words are decorative, but he likes the way his voice sounds, so he speaks still.
“No,” he agrees – he needs nothing from her – “but that’s the fun of it, isn’t it?”
Gods grow bored, as men do, so he creates games for himself, exercises in wanting and being wanted.
And he feels wanted, now, as her teeth graze his skin. The stars alight on him as his blood warms, neck arching, and he lets his lips find her crest, and the pulse there, the warmth and life of her, this woman who found herself a god, whose name is sweet and sour both.
He bites into her flesh then, though all things considered, it’s not cruel – just a scrape, a moment to feel her blood on his tongue, and that, too, warms him. His teeth are the blunted ones of a horse, and do little damage – perhaps it will scar, perhaps not – and he withdraws, lips red, smile all the more gruesome under the macabre coloration, and then his lips trail down her spine, bored of waiting.
When the child is made, percolating inside of her, he is ready to drift away, dust in the wind.
“Tang,” he says, and the blood, now dried, cracks on his lips, “she’ll be all light and color, and you’ll be unable to forget me. Name her for the stars, won’t you?”
He can see the girl, patterned like the woman before him, but with his colors. With her own set of powers thrumming in her skin.
CARNAGE
if you don't want him biting her PM me and I'll edit <33 also this might be the last post from him because the next few days before my trip are busy!!