dream ✇ 07
Warning: Fairly graphic. Blood, murder, ovaries, etc. (It's absolutely fabulous... I promise. I mean, it is Grell.) Also, this dream includes the killing of Somarium residents. ♥
Effect: Excitement~! Really, though, it'll probably terrify everybody.
Filter: NONE. Everybody will see this. And they will probably be 100% horrified.
Blood trickled down the charred surface, pieces of flesh accenting the scars the fire had left on the once white wall. The splatters of blood looked like a work of art, like graffiti on a crumbling wall in the East End. The body of Inspector Javert lay crumpled up against the wall with a noticeable gash running the length of his upper body. The flesh around the wound was mangled beyond recognition and all of his clothes were dyed a dark red, a result of the intense amount of blood-loss. The blood continued to pour from his body, the pool of it spreading across the glass-covered floor.
Grell grinned, his Death Scythe slung over his shoulder, dripping with fresh blood. It was a good thing that the Inspector was out of the way. He would have been too much trouble after everything was said and done, anyway.
The Death God turned around, stepping over the body of a small female.
"G-Grell... How could you..." she coughed, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
He knelt down, wiping the blood from her cheek with his gloved finger, and smiled at her, his smile very insincere and somewhat terrifying. "Road, darling, don't talk. You look beautiful right now~ I don't want your words to ruin this for me."
She tried to choke out another angry word at him, but she didn't have the strength any longer. The blood continued to pour from the open wound on her belly, Death claiming yet another.
Grell looked at Road with a thoughtful look of on his face, "She's missing something..." And then it hit him, she didn't have on any lipstick! He dabbed his finger in the open wound on her stomach and brought it to her lips, applying a light coating of blood as if it were nothing more than lipstick. "Such a pity, Road Kamelot~ I thought we had something."
Grell rose from his kneeling position as he heard a shriek of pain from across the room and picked up his Death Scythe - it was time for him to join his companion! A woman with dark brown hair in a messy bun was kneeling over a screaming young girl, pinning her to the ground with a knee and a hand. The woman had on a strapless red mini-dress and red shoes. She looked stunning.
"This would be easier for the both of us if you would quit thrashing around, Diva" she said calmly, her knife slowly beginning to slice into the girl's belly. "I'll make this as quick and painless as possible. I promise."
Grell placed a foot on Diva's arm, digging his high-heel into her wrist. "Sweetheart, you look ravishing!! The way your blood dyes your clothing, the way it pools underneath you... I can hardly take it!!" He cackled for a moment before looking over at his accomplice, "This is such a beautiful sight, Naomi!! Hurry up, I want to finish the little brat off!!"
"Be patient, Grell," she said, knocking some hair out of her face with a sharp breath. "She's finally getting what she deserves."
Grell was ecstatic - he hadn't felt this way since the first night he went out with Madam Red. To be able to go out with a captivating woman at his side and be a part of such a bloody string of murders... It was truly one of life's simplest pleasures. Nothing was more enjoyable than painting a victim red with their own blood. Nothing could beat the sound of his Death Scythe as it sliced through skin and muscle. Nothing could bring more joy to Grell's heart than blood splattering on the walls as he watched the memories of a victim flash through his eyes.
But to be able to share this experience with the beautiful Naomi Hunter? Absolutely priceless~
With a satisfied smile on her face, Naomi cut first one ovary and then the other from Diva's body, not at all fazed by the screams coming from the still-writhing body beneath her.
[ooc: Thanks to Meygan, Amanda, Sele, and Lari for letting their characters be a part of this.]
Effect: Excitement~! Really, though, it'll probably terrify everybody.
Filter: NONE. Everybody will see this. And they will probably be 100% horrified.
Blood trickled down the charred surface, pieces of flesh accenting the scars the fire had left on the once white wall. The splatters of blood looked like a work of art, like graffiti on a crumbling wall in the East End. The body of Inspector Javert lay crumpled up against the wall with a noticeable gash running the length of his upper body. The flesh around the wound was mangled beyond recognition and all of his clothes were dyed a dark red, a result of the intense amount of blood-loss. The blood continued to pour from his body, the pool of it spreading across the glass-covered floor.
Grell grinned, his Death Scythe slung over his shoulder, dripping with fresh blood. It was a good thing that the Inspector was out of the way. He would have been too much trouble after everything was said and done, anyway.
The Death God turned around, stepping over the body of a small female.
"G-Grell... How could you..." she coughed, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
He knelt down, wiping the blood from her cheek with his gloved finger, and smiled at her, his smile very insincere and somewhat terrifying. "Road, darling, don't talk. You look beautiful right now~ I don't want your words to ruin this for me."
She tried to choke out another angry word at him, but she didn't have the strength any longer. The blood continued to pour from the open wound on her belly, Death claiming yet another.
Grell looked at Road with a thoughtful look of on his face, "She's missing something..." And then it hit him, she didn't have on any lipstick! He dabbed his finger in the open wound on her stomach and brought it to her lips, applying a light coating of blood as if it were nothing more than lipstick. "Such a pity, Road Kamelot~ I thought we had something."
Grell rose from his kneeling position as he heard a shriek of pain from across the room and picked up his Death Scythe - it was time for him to join his companion! A woman with dark brown hair in a messy bun was kneeling over a screaming young girl, pinning her to the ground with a knee and a hand. The woman had on a strapless red mini-dress and red shoes. She looked stunning.
"This would be easier for the both of us if you would quit thrashing around, Diva" she said calmly, her knife slowly beginning to slice into the girl's belly. "I'll make this as quick and painless as possible. I promise."
Grell placed a foot on Diva's arm, digging his high-heel into her wrist. "Sweetheart, you look ravishing!! The way your blood dyes your clothing, the way it pools underneath you... I can hardly take it!!" He cackled for a moment before looking over at his accomplice, "This is such a beautiful sight, Naomi!! Hurry up, I want to finish the little brat off!!"
"Be patient, Grell," she said, knocking some hair out of her face with a sharp breath. "She's finally getting what she deserves."
Grell was ecstatic - he hadn't felt this way since the first night he went out with Madam Red. To be able to go out with a captivating woman at his side and be a part of such a bloody string of murders... It was truly one of life's simplest pleasures. Nothing was more enjoyable than painting a victim red with their own blood. Nothing could beat the sound of his Death Scythe as it sliced through skin and muscle. Nothing could bring more joy to Grell's heart than blood splattering on the walls as he watched the memories of a victim flash through his eyes.
But to be able to share this experience with the beautiful Naomi Hunter? Absolutely priceless~
With a satisfied smile on her face, Naomi cut first one ovary and then the other from Diva's body, not at all fazed by the screams coming from the still-writhing body beneath her.
[ooc: Thanks to Meygan, Amanda, Sele, and Lari for letting their characters be a part of this.]