Log: Complete

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

When: New Year's Eve
Rating: Hard R at the least for eventual extreme violence
Characters: Walter Dornez dark_butler, Schrodinger cutecatenvoy, and Pyramid Head redhorror
Summary: New Year's Eve brings Walter more than one unpleasant surprise.
Log:

Walter's flat stood empty, its occupant having stepped out for a bite to eat. He had no plans to be social this New Year's Eve. Taking care of his appetite now spared him human company a little later.

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[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

Still not dead. Still not fucking dead. Every nerve ending sang a discordant chorus of pain and retribution.

Say it! He had forced that decision on her and then, he had hurt her every chance he could since coming here.

He had thought the ends justified the means. He had believed it strongly enough to sell his soul for it.

He had been wrong. So very wrong.

When he closed his eyes, he saw what he'd done to Alucard. Out of "curdled love gone sour as old milk," as he'd told the angel.

He'd deserved what came after.

He deserved this.

He deserved death and Hell.

Just let it come. Let this part end and the next begin.

[redhorror.livejournal.com]

The great helmet bowed again, and seemed to listen to unheard sounds.

Brother Serpent was no more.

The Conjurer was reborn.

Ponderously, the Executioner lifted his blade, and took his time aligning himself with the inverted Fool.

A quick burst of sound, of feeling, of something undefinable, but the closest thing to communication the Angel of Judgement had shown throughout this entire encounter.

PAIN-and-Death-and-Let-IT-out
PAIN-and-Death-and-Let-IT-out
PAIN-and-Death-and-Let-IT-out
LET-it-OUT
LET-it-OUT

Let it out...let out the guilt, and the hurt. Let the Angel take it away.
...Take it all away in a wash of red...

He raised the blade, and with another surprising display of surgical dexterity with such a massive weapon, drew it sharply across the Fool's throat.

JUDGEMENT ALWAYS FINDS YOU

A mercy really....

Inverted as he was, Walter would bleed out quickly.

[dark-butler.livejournal.com]

The blood washed down over his face, some into his mouth to taunt him with his inability to swallow it, upside down with his throat cut as he was.

His greatest fear? That this would not be death.

His lips formed three words before his mind and body stilled, eyes staring sightlessly at nothing.

Let it out.