sixth [nightmare]
[Who had respect for the domain of gods these days? He knew it was night outside, but he couldn't see that. He was underground, in-between the rock of the final layers of earth and thousands of souls, a living breathing city full of souls. How did they live with this? Knowing the creature that crawls in their heads and twists their synapses is alive and well? It's a madness, and a madness it will stay because it's all just a little too late. At least they're all still smiling as they lose themselves, but even that's no comfort as he realizes he's lost.
Could he have done better?
Gone faster?
Perhaps he might have stopped it for him (who?).
Done what was right.
Maybe not.
But
There's a statue to a god, twisted in its own form of agony, a sort of cacophony of wood and pain and hundreds of years of hatred. The aura had taken over his room, it was heavy and stank like something that should have been long dead. Kishin simply didn't want to die though, and so he kept firing overandoverandover until he couldn't feel his hands, the tendons screaming and the laughing just got louder still.
There was no decency anymore. A thing wrapped in it's own skin just kept grinning, and a monolith to gods stayed a thing of disgust, arches splaying off at wicked angles; chaos that doesn't lead to some sort of order in it's own right. That was madness, entropy beyond control, and with it was gone his perfect world.
If his bloody name had Death in it, why wouldn't this thing die? He was something like a child of a god, but he couldn't stop that grin, couldn't stop that madness, and couldn't stop the destruction
the ties
the lines
and once symmetry was lost, there was nothing left to gain.
So he just kept shootingshootingshooting (for who?) all the night long.]
[[OOC; 1% on Kishin's Revival, 1% on Liz and Patti (although only in their gun form), 1% on being a Shinigami/His name - He'll just be stuck in his own little asymmetrical hell, deluding that he has two guns and is firing at something. Yes, he holds his guns upside down. If you talk to him he'll probably just pretend to shoot at you too. fun.]]
Could he have done better?
Gone faster?
Perhaps he might have stopped it for him (who?).
Done what was right.
Maybe not.
But
There's a statue to a god, twisted in its own form of agony, a sort of cacophony of wood and pain and hundreds of years of hatred. The aura had taken over his room, it was heavy and stank like something that should have been long dead. Kishin simply didn't want to die though, and so he kept firing overandoverandover until he couldn't feel his hands, the tendons screaming and the laughing just got louder still.
There was no decency anymore. A thing wrapped in it's own skin just kept grinning, and a monolith to gods stayed a thing of disgust, arches splaying off at wicked angles; chaos that doesn't lead to some sort of order in it's own right. That was madness, entropy beyond control, and with it was gone his perfect world.
If his bloody name had Death in it, why wouldn't this thing die? He was something like a child of a god, but he couldn't stop that grin, couldn't stop that madness, and couldn't stop the destruction
the ties
the lines
and once symmetry was lost, there was nothing left to gain.
So he just kept shootingshootingshooting (for who?) all the night long.]
[[OOC; 1% on Kishin's Revival, 1% on Liz and Patti (although only in their gun form), 1% on being a Shinigami/His name - He'll just be stuck in his own little asymmetrical hell, deluding that he has two guns and is firing at something. Yes, he holds his guns upside down. If you talk to him he'll probably just pretend to shoot at you too. fun.]]