11-23-2018, 11:37 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth; max-width: 55%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 10pt;"] fire. hellfire. the place which scorching flames and echoing wails of tortured souls had been the home of the hound created from demon lord’s will and insatiable desire for a child. one whose job set in stone with no freedom to divert from the direct path planned out for them to only satisfy the whims of one so unholy. so comes in the creation of a child of sharp glass and howling storms to the world of splintering bones and polluted tongues cackling orders of what shall be done. love nonexistent as independence was forced fed down newborn throat and made to swallow obediently, lingering misery by fresh weeping wounds as punishment if uncooperative of given duty. be the bearer of death. hunter of lost souls. collector of damned. a role taken in all seriousness. no chance to linger on the morality of what is considered good or bad– there is only the dead and the living. constant lesson taught to ensure responsibility was never forgotten, never questioned.
do what needs to be done.
a life soon to be accustomed to after shoved into a situation with no way out. carefully listen with rapt attention of targeted souls to know what should come of them, ensuring none were displeased in fear of intense torture of ignorance; accidental mistake subjecting to the worst types of torture sick minds could think of. the hound hadn’t gave much thought outside of the destined road paved in suffocating solitude and quaking bodies of something more. knowing the refreshing breath of clean opposed to clogged up air of bodily fluids of all types. gentle touch of caring family and supportive friends to a parent looking out for themselves and companions competitive to be the best of the best. a life void of the happy moments most were fortunate enough to experience– something to never know what was missing.
all work and no play. a cycle faced year after year, decade after decade, century after century, then eon after eon from that point. curiosity never tickled the creature spat from fire and brimstone, nor felt the urge to indulge in a feeling that would do nothing but harm. the path. he must remain steady, not allowing a single heartbeat to falter in this– this destiny and yet. . . each year added to the belt of vast knowledge and gained wisdom told him to veer off course. a second. a second is all to quench the horrid thirst dragged out from short observations of others. treacherous thoughts. impossible dreams. no. a second can’t be spared to dwell on a topic too easy to land in trouble lest sensitive flesh be torn piece by piece at sheer idiocy.
freedom is not an option. it is scorned and scoffed at with harsh jabs and sneering eyes at preposterous questions of having “freedom”. thus, the march to the beat of the drum continued.
yet, it festered beneath aching skin as each effort to remain on task slowly fell apart, molting old thoughts for newer ones, too eager to take in the different style come to live by. falling away from intended direction ushered since the day of creation and began to take delight in the smallest of things. cool breeze caressing neat fur each night he crawled from the depths of god’s basement, moon beaming its silver smile and bathing the land in beauty from its presence, a blazing candle moving in the buzzing darkness of area. the mindset of following the demands of corrupted beings starting to unshackle chained mind bit by bit, all too keen to run away from domain once labeled as home.
free will came at its own pace and took time to lead one too used to being controlled down the alley of steady self discovery. no longer blindly treading the world under too cruel whip of another, fearful of doing wrong, and moved with motivation to do it his way. baby steps to adapt in an unfamiliar setting and gratefully digested information offered by kind hearts and welcoming arms.
a name had been mulled over after some time of various interactions, speaking true name incomprehensible to mortal ears not knowing language of wretched demons. had come to like “vaughn” to be known as and donned chosen name in delighted pride. progress was slow but time didn’t raise concern for him in the slightest. the pace held no time crunch or matter of importance when it came to focusing on one self– for vaughn, at least.
journey across the land was a leisure taken to its fullest at this time. keen ears absorbing words spoken from many individuals of surrounding groups and the different atmosphere it held from what is already known by him. no harm in study the ways unfamiliar and could benefit him in the long run.
steps were casual across shifting sands beneath heavy feet while smooth ginger locks are stroked by soft hands of warm breeze dancing past, intense gaze of smoke and ash glide over sparkling sea as waves crash into shore. sharp features soften at the magnificent sight of the sun dipping down, seeming to allow itself be engulfed by the sea, as warm red and deep oranges painted once crystalline blue sky. he sighs barely above the calming music of the ocean, poised posture melting into a relaxed stance and brings back buzzed head to start upwards before eyes slide shut. a deep inhale and low exhale.
a simple second to appreciate the scenic view presented and unwind in that moment.
do what needs to be done.
a life soon to be accustomed to after shoved into a situation with no way out. carefully listen with rapt attention of targeted souls to know what should come of them, ensuring none were displeased in fear of intense torture of ignorance; accidental mistake subjecting to the worst types of torture sick minds could think of. the hound hadn’t gave much thought outside of the destined road paved in suffocating solitude and quaking bodies of something more. knowing the refreshing breath of clean opposed to clogged up air of bodily fluids of all types. gentle touch of caring family and supportive friends to a parent looking out for themselves and companions competitive to be the best of the best. a life void of the happy moments most were fortunate enough to experience– something to never know what was missing.
all work and no play. a cycle faced year after year, decade after decade, century after century, then eon after eon from that point. curiosity never tickled the creature spat from fire and brimstone, nor felt the urge to indulge in a feeling that would do nothing but harm. the path. he must remain steady, not allowing a single heartbeat to falter in this– this destiny and yet. . . each year added to the belt of vast knowledge and gained wisdom told him to veer off course. a second. a second is all to quench the horrid thirst dragged out from short observations of others. treacherous thoughts. impossible dreams. no. a second can’t be spared to dwell on a topic too easy to land in trouble lest sensitive flesh be torn piece by piece at sheer idiocy.
freedom is not an option. it is scorned and scoffed at with harsh jabs and sneering eyes at preposterous questions of having “freedom”. thus, the march to the beat of the drum continued.
yet, it festered beneath aching skin as each effort to remain on task slowly fell apart, molting old thoughts for newer ones, too eager to take in the different style come to live by. falling away from intended direction ushered since the day of creation and began to take delight in the smallest of things. cool breeze caressing neat fur each night he crawled from the depths of god’s basement, moon beaming its silver smile and bathing the land in beauty from its presence, a blazing candle moving in the buzzing darkness of area. the mindset of following the demands of corrupted beings starting to unshackle chained mind bit by bit, all too keen to run away from domain once labeled as home.
free will came at its own pace and took time to lead one too used to being controlled down the alley of steady self discovery. no longer blindly treading the world under too cruel whip of another, fearful of doing wrong, and moved with motivation to do it his way. baby steps to adapt in an unfamiliar setting and gratefully digested information offered by kind hearts and welcoming arms.
a name had been mulled over after some time of various interactions, speaking true name incomprehensible to mortal ears not knowing language of wretched demons. had come to like “vaughn” to be known as and donned chosen name in delighted pride. progress was slow but time didn’t raise concern for him in the slightest. the pace held no time crunch or matter of importance when it came to focusing on one self– for vaughn, at least.
journey across the land was a leisure taken to its fullest at this time. keen ears absorbing words spoken from many individuals of surrounding groups and the different atmosphere it held from what is already known by him. no harm in study the ways unfamiliar and could benefit him in the long run.
steps were casual across shifting sands beneath heavy feet while smooth ginger locks are stroked by soft hands of warm breeze dancing past, intense gaze of smoke and ash glide over sparkling sea as waves crash into shore. sharp features soften at the magnificent sight of the sun dipping down, seeming to allow itself be engulfed by the sea, as warm red and deep oranges painted once crystalline blue sky. he sighs barely above the calming music of the ocean, poised posture melting into a relaxed stance and brings back buzzed head to start upwards before eyes slide shut. a deep inhale and low exhale.
a simple second to appreciate the scenic view presented and unwind in that moment.
◜❛ ✭ ❜◞ -— BUT IT'S THE LAST TIME I BLOODIED MY HANDS
i'm living in vain, i never promised you a damn thing