dream ✇ 04
[ooc: Dream is under cut due to bloodshed]
Several bodies lay scattered on the ground outside of Groznyj Grad, the dirt taking on a beautiful red hue. Fresh blood filled several holes in the street, boiling under the noon-day sun. The stench was beyond vile, yet the two men found it to be somewhat… pleasant. It was such a beautiful sight that the stench could be easily overlooked. To see those people lying there looking positively glamorous, Grell could hardly contain himself.
Minatsuki Takami. Her flesh was mangled; her pink dress ripped down the center and soaked in her beautiful blood. She lay on the ground, contorted.
Bat. His purple hair shone a deep red… simply divine. Every visible piece of skin was covered in horrifying burns, his clothing seared and ripped from the intensity of the electricity that pulsed through his body before he fell to the ground.
Kayashima Taiki. He was painted from head to toe in his own blood, his flesh mangled across his shoulder and through his chest. Nothing brought out one's beauty like red did.
Cornelia li Britannia. The woman lay in a pool of blood, her limbs charred and her body twisted in a heap. Grell had only spoken to her once and she did have quite an attitude. He stood, moments earlier, watching in amazement as the Colonel sent ten million volts coursing through her body.
He surveyed their work. Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
"Grell," called Colonel Volgin. The Death God turned around to see the blonde jolt, her body falling limp in his arms as his grin spread from ear to ear. "You can finish her off."
He let go of her and she fell, crumpled on the ground. She struggled to stand, but her legs gave way and she fell again. Grell hadn't seen what the Colonel had done to her, besides a few shocks here and there. He was too busy, at that time, making beautiful work of Kayashima. Oh, did he love painting people in their own stunning red blood~ He slowly made his way over to the woman, his Death Scythe slung over his shoulder, a grin on his face.
He looked over at Colonel Volgin and smiled before looking down at her. She was a striking woman, though Grell thought she would look MUCH better if she had on some red lipstick… maybe a red dress and red hair. Oh, and some red shoes, too. Such a travesty! Something had to be done!!
"I told you that emotions got in the way, Jaina," he sneered. "You’re weak. Too weak. You remind me too much of Madam!! You act so strong, yet you’re so emotional. So useless~ I'm pulling this pathetic theatre act of yours to a close~"
The Death Scythe roared as it swung through the air, ripping apart her lightly burned flesh. Grell began to laugh as he cut deeper into her body. Oh, how he loved his ability!! The things he was able to see were simply priceless. Her blood splattered all over the Colonel, all over the Death God, and all over the ground. As the screeching chain of the Death Scythe slowly came to a stop, clapping could be heard. Colonel Volgin stood over Jaina’s lifeless, bloody body with the most sadistic grin on his face, praising Grell for the fine work he’d just done.
"You were right..." the Colonel said as he looked back up at Grell. "She does look better in red."
Several bodies lay scattered on the ground outside of Groznyj Grad, the dirt taking on a beautiful red hue. Fresh blood filled several holes in the street, boiling under the noon-day sun. The stench was beyond vile, yet the two men found it to be somewhat… pleasant. It was such a beautiful sight that the stench could be easily overlooked. To see those people lying there looking positively glamorous, Grell could hardly contain himself.
Minatsuki Takami. Her flesh was mangled; her pink dress ripped down the center and soaked in her beautiful blood. She lay on the ground, contorted.
Bat. His purple hair shone a deep red… simply divine. Every visible piece of skin was covered in horrifying burns, his clothing seared and ripped from the intensity of the electricity that pulsed through his body before he fell to the ground.
Kayashima Taiki. He was painted from head to toe in his own blood, his flesh mangled across his shoulder and through his chest. Nothing brought out one's beauty like red did.
Cornelia li Britannia. The woman lay in a pool of blood, her limbs charred and her body twisted in a heap. Grell had only spoken to her once and she did have quite an attitude. He stood, moments earlier, watching in amazement as the Colonel sent ten million volts coursing through her body.
He surveyed their work. Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
"Grell," called Colonel Volgin. The Death God turned around to see the blonde jolt, her body falling limp in his arms as his grin spread from ear to ear. "You can finish her off."
He let go of her and she fell, crumpled on the ground. She struggled to stand, but her legs gave way and she fell again. Grell hadn't seen what the Colonel had done to her, besides a few shocks here and there. He was too busy, at that time, making beautiful work of Kayashima. Oh, did he love painting people in their own stunning red blood~ He slowly made his way over to the woman, his Death Scythe slung over his shoulder, a grin on his face.
He looked over at Colonel Volgin and smiled before looking down at her. She was a striking woman, though Grell thought she would look MUCH better if she had on some red lipstick… maybe a red dress and red hair. Oh, and some red shoes, too. Such a travesty! Something had to be done!!
"I told you that emotions got in the way, Jaina," he sneered. "You’re weak. Too weak. You remind me too much of Madam!! You act so strong, yet you’re so emotional. So useless~ I'm pulling this pathetic theatre act of yours to a close~"
The Death Scythe roared as it swung through the air, ripping apart her lightly burned flesh. Grell began to laugh as he cut deeper into her body. Oh, how he loved his ability!! The things he was able to see were simply priceless. Her blood splattered all over the Colonel, all over the Death God, and all over the ground. As the screeching chain of the Death Scythe slowly came to a stop, clapping could be heard. Colonel Volgin stood over Jaina’s lifeless, bloody body with the most sadistic grin on his face, praising Grell for the fine work he’d just done.
"You were right..." the Colonel said as he looked back up at Grell. "She does look better in red."