✗XXXII✗Loss of Her
{†}Across the receiver sings a cherubic cry of chipped lamentations. A child's voice, holding back weeping as he mutters words he cannot begin to understand why he knows, or how they've come to pass.{†}
There was a woman here...
...She's gone now.
{┼}The Break of Dawn. Dashed to pieces like so much urns of the dead, spreading their brittled dust across the desecrated earth, the visage of the innocent child was long gone from he as if it had never been. Back to the lens which burns bright as the torches set aflame on the walls of the black pit this creature resides in, the Red Specter rises a lanky left arm above the wild and untamed tresses of sable hair which seem to weave with an organic life of their own. Within a sigil-branded right hand then wields an onyx weapon which he aims at the junction of that arm.
...And without a flinch a blinding blast of gunfire deafens the receiver at such close range, blood splattering against the stone walls as the appendage falls dead at his feet. Dropping the weapon he splays his free hand through the scarlet liquid and begins to scrawl across the granite in intricate patterns that swirl in and out with the brush of his fingertips. All the while, the transfixed creature utters in hushed, dark, velvety tones that seems to come from everywhere and nowhere about him.{┼}
So it has come to pass just as it was. In the Gloaming of Dawn a hundred years ago... In Her name I brought forth an Unparalleled Army and laid besiege against the Arms of Man.
{┼}The filaments of distorted film focus in and out as likened to a black veil before a canvas, the Nosferatu pulls away from his erratic scribing. There, like a blight upon all things holy he reveals a symbol of sacrilege, whilst his voice deepens to a twisted and bestial gnarl, liken to a basilisk dredged up from the Lake of Hades.
Harsh. Irate. Maddening. That disjointed voice seethes as hot at the pyres around him that suddenly shatter to the floor as that onyx weapon is taken up again and those brutal bullets rip through the torches, setting the coat-tails of his scarlet duster on fire. The film grain can hardly make out what it captures before it as the duster seems to lift and split of it's own accord and forms the head of a demon beast that squeals as a hound in endless torment.{┼}
And it has Come to Pass that now Men of another sort would put Enmity between the Woman and I! Between Her seed, and My own! Men cloaked in Garments of White and falsely claim themselves as gods above us!
Woe unto ye, O' Discedo, Land of False Prophets! Swine! Now it is You who shall become Desolate as those Men in Arms a century ago! For your Trespass against I and Mine Own, You shall Fall by the Sword--Your Temples shall be Dashed in Pieces, and their Foundations shall be Ripped Up!
Just as thou hath Struck my Head, I shalt Strike thy Heel and thy City shall be Felled!
{┼}The screen flickers then, black, white, and red as an assortment of a thousand disembodied eyes crack open along the swirling mass of Shadow and Hellbeast and circle the grainy caption. All it can manage to reflect of the monster left is it's cryptic silhouette in the foreground as it throws it's head back in a demonic howl. The swarming eyes in the twisting blackness surrounding the screen seem to coil around it then and eat the visage as if it were alive, cutting out all light and leaving only the staticed sound of some otherworldly Cackling Jackal.{┼}
((OOC: Jesus fucking Christ what have I done now. Well Alucard came to his senses long enough to realize Integra has been taken from him, only to completely lose his senses over it. Yes he is HIGHLY UNSTABLE AND WILL COME TO FUCK YOU UP IF HE'S PROVOKED! This is a declaration of War to the Scientists. NOT TO THE PEOPLE OF DISCEDO. ARTWORK IS COURTESY OF SOLID&ETC AND USED WITH PERMISSION. ♥ EDIT: And now I must be off to bed for a couple hours. D:))