Until I Devour You
09-22-2016, 11:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-22-2016, 11:49 PM by Elias.)
My pain's not ashamed to repeat itself.
Pain's not ashamed to repeat itself.
I can't sleep until I'm over you.
I can't sleep until I devour you.
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Wicked bubbling of a molten core burned into the red eyes of the beast as he stared down into the center of Mount Volkan; wicked as it was, it was no match for the spinning images that ran through the colossal being's memory, swarming him like the falling ash around him whilst he stood solid and forceful like a beacon. The peaceful, silvery sound of a woman's voice rang clear enough to mimic reality- spoken in hushed, strained words yet still caressing his ears like the soft touch of silk. 'Oh, Elias... do not fret. You were the pillar which held me up so powerfully, so boldly. If only you could understand, I love you.. I always loved you. Thank you for bringing me tranquility at last...' He was dreaming, but he could see it as though she still lie beneath him. Blood spilled from the back of her beautifully pale head, smearing the wall behind her with it's essence and pooling around her fragile body while he desperately nuzzled in a miserable attempt to apply pressure and make the flow cease.
During this nightmare, Elias looked as woeful as he did then; hugging on to the life that was quickly siphoning from her body, leaving a cold corpse behind where the warm woman he loved once was, the woman he'd murdered. And yet, as she took her last breath, she held a soft, rare expression of.. happiness. She'd loved him, truly. The only soul that ever had, and it was evident by her constant presence through-out his life up until now. No matter the swing of his fragile psyche, she'd always been there to calm him. Even when they were lost children, even when he'd lashed out on her, she'd been there to take the beating for as long as it took until her sweet voice rang through and broke the demon's possession over his pure heart. Though, she had no more freedom from tormenting spirits than he did, she'd had her own demons. The peace she'd found in her passing made bittersweet sense to him. Her tortured soul had finally been able to lift from the frailty of her being, able to make it's ascension and leave the nightmare of their past behind. To leave the nightmare that was him... behind.
Would anyone know him like she had? Would his sister ever be able to look at him the same? These were the questions that made him weak. She had forgiven him, but would he ever be able to forgive himself? For not being able to guide her to better places while she were still among the living, for not being able to control himself when the rage took over, for not being able to face the judgement of his people after committing such a heinous act. No, he did not think that he could.
The former king found an eerie feeling of peace whenever he looked into the core of the volcano, it had been where they'd buried the remains of his father after his funeral. Not this volcano in particular, but one so strikingly similar his fragile mind could barely tell the difference in it's current state. His haunting, crimson stare grew wider and wider as he watched the core's level rise and he inwardly begged it to bring his father back to him. He needed guidance, he'd been far too young to be a ruler and they'd all been too young to be without his wisdom. He was young, but Elias had killed the mad king and ended his abusive reign over their people. Everyone looked up to him. Everyone trusted him, everyone had faith in him.. but they did not know the horrors trapped behind those eyes and swallowed down that choked up gullet. He'd smiled and played his part, but on restless nights.. that smile turned into Hell's teeth.
He had half a mind to fall within the mountain, to find his father while the lava devoured him and freed him from the prison of mortality. In fact, his chest was tight and his heart held a physical ache from just how immensely it longed for scolding embrace.. but he could not end this tragic show like this. There had to be more, there had to be meaning.. there had to be recovery, and happiness, at last! There had to be glory earned if only for the sake of his father's legacy. There had to be. An audible growl began rumbling in his throat as he fought himself, tore himself away from the lava that was climbing toward him, beckoning him to go through with his deepest desires. No.
With his hackles raised, his eyes wide, pupils nearly covering the entity of his ruby gaze, he ran back down the mountain and out of reach of the deadly rivers that dribbled down it's volatile slopes. His lean figure was still in perfect health and able to carry him until he'd come to the edge of the volcanic territory, but he would need to feed soon... not that he would mind working his body to numb the pain.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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09-23-2016, 11:10 AM
It felt strange to be back here. She hadn't really bothered coming back since Castiel had found her in Fenrir's Maw. She'd been alone at that time searching for family. In reality she had been completely and utterly lost and unable to find her way out of the maze of mountains that made up the east. Now it felt almost like child's play coming back here. While the terrain offered some hardship in terms of testing her physical durability, the navigational part came far easier to her now and she couldn't help but wonder how she'd gotten lost here in the first place. Yet the mountains never ceased to amaze her. They offered her a variation from the desert back home that couldn't satiate her quite like this could. She had a need to be entertained and the all too familiar borders of Celestial weren't cutting it. That wasn't to say that she disliked her home or found it any less beautiful, but she'd become all too familiar with its terrain. It offered no challenge and no change and therefore she desired something new. She needed something fresh to keep her entertained and hence her wanderlust had sprung up. She was never gone for too awfully long, though this time she'd stayed out far longer than usual. She'd already been here a few days. Her adventurous side demanded that she explore every nook and cranny that she could find. She didn't expect to ind anything overly fascinating, but it helped curb her curiosity. Mount Volkan in particular held an interest for her. She'd been up at the top where the heat sweltered and if you peered down you could see lava pooling down below. It was most obviously an active volcano, but the thought didn't scare her as much as it should have. If it was going to erupt she was sure she'd know about it. Rivers even dared run through the territory but she knew better than to drink from their poisoned nooks. The smell alone was enough to drive her away from them so she left them untouched like the rest of the life surrounding this place. Instead she followed one down away from the volcano and a scent crossed her path. She sniffed at it curiously and picked up a very masculine scent. Filled with more curiosity than was completely necessary she took off after it to see who she could run in to today. She hadn't really been expecting to find anyone around, though she was never opposed to the idea of company. She was a wolf who craved to be around others the majority of the time and the life of a loner had never really suited her. She needed the familial bonds that came with being a pack wolf and she extended the offer of friendship almost everywhere she went. Some part of her realized it was rather naive of her to try and make friends with everyone, but it was a part of her nature that she couldn't cut out. She was that social butterfly who tried to see the good in nearly everyone, even if there was almost none to be found. So with the same goals in mind she tracked the scent determinedly. It wasn't long until the owner of it came to view. It stopped her in her tracks a few yards away as she raised her head from the ground. He was a massive creature, as massive as Regulus and Dagger, though he was just as darkly coated as her cousin (even more so really.) His pelt pattern was basic with colors - no extreme splotches, swirls, or markings, though they were fashioned in such a way that seemed to frame him perfectly and match his stature. Attractive was the proper word, though she'd never admit such things to herself. It wasn't proper to think that of a stranger. She'd been staring - oops. For once she didn't know what to say. Walk, "Talk" Think |