dream ✇ 05
[ooc: Dream is under cut due to bloodshed]
Marvelous red blood trickles down her face, dripping from her chin onto her dress of the same color. Her work is truly breathtaking. Nobody can truly wield a knife as beautifully and, at the same time, so perfectly extract the ovaries from a screaming prostitute. She doesn't deserve to have such wonderful organs when she treats her body so inappropriately. The prostitute writhes beneath the scarlet beauty, the woman's knee pressing tighter on her thigh in an attempt to keep her still. It is difficult to rip one's ovaries out when they're still so lively. One would think that, by now, she would be dead with such extreme blood loss...
This woman is... captivating...
One last thrust of the knife into the prostitute's belly and her movements cease.
Blood is everywhere. The nameless prostitute looks positively radiant. Smears of blood are streaked across her cheeks, her dress is soaked in the gorgeous color, and her straw-blond hair is dyed a striking crimson.
Stunning.
"Oh my, oh my~ What a complete job you've done~" he calls, perched on the church steeple. His grin spreads from ear to ear as he looks down upon the sight that lay before him, "I have been observing you. And, thanks to you, the death list in this area is filled to the brim! It makes me very busy, indeed..."
He leaps from the steeple and lands gracefully in front of the blood soaked woman and her victim. Some blood splashes on his shoe, but that doesn't matter. Such a beautiful thing never hurt one's outfit!!! The Death God walks over to the wide-eyed woman and takes her in his arms, cupping her face and pulling her close to him.
"I understand your feelings~ It's only fair that women like those should die!!! Like you... I, too, wish for a child! But, I can never have my wish fulfilled!! We share the same fate..."
As he steps away from her, he bows and grins. "Allow me to assist you."
Marvelous red blood trickles down her face, dripping from her chin onto her dress of the same color. Her work is truly breathtaking. Nobody can truly wield a knife as beautifully and, at the same time, so perfectly extract the ovaries from a screaming prostitute. She doesn't deserve to have such wonderful organs when she treats her body so inappropriately. The prostitute writhes beneath the scarlet beauty, the woman's knee pressing tighter on her thigh in an attempt to keep her still. It is difficult to rip one's ovaries out when they're still so lively. One would think that, by now, she would be dead with such extreme blood loss...
This woman is... captivating...
One last thrust of the knife into the prostitute's belly and her movements cease.
Blood is everywhere. The nameless prostitute looks positively radiant. Smears of blood are streaked across her cheeks, her dress is soaked in the gorgeous color, and her straw-blond hair is dyed a striking crimson.
Stunning.
"Oh my, oh my~ What a complete job you've done~" he calls, perched on the church steeple. His grin spreads from ear to ear as he looks down upon the sight that lay before him, "I have been observing you. And, thanks to you, the death list in this area is filled to the brim! It makes me very busy, indeed..."
He leaps from the steeple and lands gracefully in front of the blood soaked woman and her victim. Some blood splashes on his shoe, but that doesn't matter. Such a beautiful thing never hurt one's outfit!!! The Death God walks over to the wide-eyed woman and takes her in his arms, cupping her face and pulling her close to him.
"I understand your feelings~ It's only fair that women like those should die!!! Like you... I, too, wish for a child! But, I can never have my wish fulfilled!! We share the same fate..."
As he steps away from her, he bows and grins. "Allow me to assist you."