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tampered2006-10-26 01:15 am
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Log; COMPLETE, BIZNATCHES!
When; Decay Day, October 26th
Rating; R for violence, language, and disturbing images
Characters; Alessa (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alessalearnt), Xulchibara (revelations9x6, and eventually Scarab noh_dancer and possibly Pyramid Head redhorror
Summary; Xulchibara is angry and as such, believes punishment is in order....
Now tell me all about your pain
Down to the detail
Don't say it's love
Your fragile heart feeds my contempt
Wailing your sorrow is only my way to comfort you
Reminders of innocent youth
Waiting for 'morrow, you're lonely,
I name your solitude
I speaketh the truth
Log;
Alessa burst into the chapel screaming, clawing at her arms and face. The maggots were writhing; she could feel them wriggling beneath her skin, eating at her flesh. Her skin was starting to smell and decay. It was as if she had woken up in hell or some sort of horrible imitation. It could have been worse; her burns could have returned, but this sudden curse, this sudden change completely took her by surprise. She had completely forgotten about the complete absence of her pets from the general underground and surrounding areas. The fact that they were all lumped together had slipped her mind completely as she stumbled forward past the altar, knocking a pitcher of wine over. The red liquid stained the white cloth that covered the altar as if blood were being spilt.
Alessa fell to her knees in front of the altar, gazing up desperately at the Thorned King. His face was contorted in agony and droplets of blood streamed down his face as his crown of thorns dug into his flesh. Nails pierced his palms and feet, and as the porcelain figure gazed down at Alessa, it was as if he were suffering alongside with her. She didn't know why she was here in the first place. Her initial instinct was to run straight out the doors and into the street, screaming, running blindly, but something kept her here. She stared into the figurine's eyes, lapsing back into madness slightly.
Something had changed. But what? Alessa forced herself to look down at her hands. Although they were rotting, she could see the blood underneath her fingernails. She must be quite the sight; a living corpse kneeling before the altar in a cathedral. It was enough to make anyone shudder. She saw the small maggots wriggling around in her fingers, and opened her mouth to shriek once more.
Rating; R for violence, language, and disturbing images
Characters; Alessa (
alessalearnt), Xulchibara (revelations9x6, and eventually Scarab noh_dancer and possibly Pyramid Head redhorrorSummary; Xulchibara is angry and as such, believes punishment is in order....
Now tell me all about your pain
Down to the detail
Don't say it's love
Your fragile heart feeds my contempt
Wailing your sorrow is only my way to comfort you
Reminders of innocent youth
Waiting for 'morrow, you're lonely,
I name your solitude
I speaketh the truth
Log;
Alessa burst into the chapel screaming, clawing at her arms and face. The maggots were writhing; she could feel them wriggling beneath her skin, eating at her flesh. Her skin was starting to smell and decay. It was as if she had woken up in hell or some sort of horrible imitation. It could have been worse; her burns could have returned, but this sudden curse, this sudden change completely took her by surprise. She had completely forgotten about the complete absence of her pets from the general underground and surrounding areas. The fact that they were all lumped together had slipped her mind completely as she stumbled forward past the altar, knocking a pitcher of wine over. The red liquid stained the white cloth that covered the altar as if blood were being spilt.
Alessa fell to her knees in front of the altar, gazing up desperately at the Thorned King. His face was contorted in agony and droplets of blood streamed down his face as his crown of thorns dug into his flesh. Nails pierced his palms and feet, and as the porcelain figure gazed down at Alessa, it was as if he were suffering alongside with her. She didn't know why she was here in the first place. Her initial instinct was to run straight out the doors and into the street, screaming, running blindly, but something kept her here. She stared into the figurine's eyes, lapsing back into madness slightly.
Something had changed. But what? Alessa forced herself to look down at her hands. Although they were rotting, she could see the blood underneath her fingernails. She must be quite the sight; a living corpse kneeling before the altar in a cathedral. It was enough to make anyone shudder. She saw the small maggots wriggling around in her fingers, and opened her mouth to shriek once more.