TIME TO CATCH A CRIMINAL | ARGUS'S DEATH | TW GORE

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L U C I F E R . G R I M M

"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart"

the only thing to stop the tide of despair at what greets his eyes, is his knowledge that Argus is not truly dead - not gone at least, merely this body is.

it does nothing to stop the rage

the ground frosts under his claws and the air grows colder - theres a subtle taste of burning ozone and small, very small red sparks dance across the marred face.

you fail them again, you never were strong enough to protect those you cared about were you?

he is still as he observes the body but something is obviously wrong - for one the usually mild mannered dragon has been still and silent before but never so much that the world seemed to hush around him, as though aware of a greater danger than the mortal mind knows to heed past their prey brain's screaming they long since muffled, or the way the shadows seem to lengthen and lean in - a glimpse of teeth in the deeper darknesses and a far off thrum of a beast chained growling.

h-eh-eh-ehehe, always the martyr - and all for nothing, they still die no matter how many times you put yourself in their place, ah - the irony ehe-hehehe

his claws grasp at te frosted earth beneath his feet momentarily as he gazes seemingly into the middle distance - he scents tanglewood but he scents the fainter underneath and long experience with such murderers - and when he had been one  he knows where he places blame.

"Roseblood" is a growl - but its not the deep voice of Lucifer everyone knows, it's - distorted - like a voice coming through a heavy filter riddled with a glitch that sounds painful, a staccato beat of pure wrong.

both his eyes are red.

well my boy? done with playing house are we?

he shifts to his feet - is the red scar larger? - and goes to move away - red cracks on his form, like the fracturing of fine china - wings beginning to unfurl - edged in white but it's tinted red red red, bleeding stars and screams, it's so dark, the emptiness, the cold, he has survived this, now he is this, stars live and die, eternal is the lie, you are the son of end, accursed, pariah - "he will doom us all", they say, they spit and hiss, they never watch his family like they watch him - the cities run RED RED RED, they choke on it, they have hurt his own, the sun dies above him, dark descends and eternity screams helpless at his feet as claws that burn wrong-crimson twist inside his ribcage, choke him on his chains -

wings carry him away.

a wide grin of madness red and black in his mind.

that's my boy

tags — [color=maroon]large dragon — hellion [5ft] — typhoon / officer — extreme

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