:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::

Claws scrape at hard stone, leaves and branches snapping and twisting, cracking, beneath his powerful form as he graces the darkness like a blackened shadow of oblivion, eyes, dead, blank, devoid stare ahead as always with no touch of life or soul, unblinking, unmoving as he comes on black wings to whisper across the earth. Yet this time his form is ridged, aggression seethes from each dark hair upon the cape of ebony perfection the Demon King has long worn and mastered as the shadows themselves reach to caress and sooth his form, wrapping him in blackness, protecting their Prince from the harsh glare of the sun above as he seeps through the undergrowth like a vile poison, depraved mind twisting and turning upon itself with a rage he cannot understand. The demons within rage and hiss, they scrape sharp claws against his skull until his head screams with pain and they whisper blackened things to his ears, screeching and roaring within. They are hungry, always hungry and yet his twisted mind is fractured, contorted with another desire he cannot perceive as he searches and searches still for the one he cannot find. He cannot understand, his broken conscious unable to fathom Aaliyah�s return to Diveen to birth the children he will never see nor love, nor understand. He would only consume them as he consumes all things and yet this he cannot perceive, that to save the life of his sons his mate had fled to the arms of Angels whose sicking and vile brightness keeps him at bay, the blankness of his shadows unable to wraith itself across the border of a Pack holding so many. No, his mind remembers in images, in flashes of pain so horrendous his very body had recoiled within itself. He cannot go near them. He remembers.

Yet he does not understand and for a creature so tortured such emotions do not exist, they flake and shatter, becoming an all-consuming rage. He cannot be reasoned with, he cannot be spoken to for his mind will not gather the words, he knows only that Aaliyah, his Aaliyah, is missing and this has enraged the creature beyond all proportions. He seeks only her, wants only her, yet his sickened mind does not understand, does not know why she has gone and why he cannot get to her....so he rages, a bloodied trail of destruction already left within the wake of Moladion's scourge, a creature none will face and from whom all flee for he does not fight....he destroys, he has no sense of self, no ability for self-preservation beyond the most basic of primal instincts, he does not feel, he cannot, instinct alone drives his blackened mind and instinct demands his mate, yet fate has taken her and his mind has collapsed upon itself, his frustration engulfing his form and wreaking havoc upon his mind. They lay behind him, bloodied and dead, a newborn, a yearling, an old female who had merely stumbled into his rage and been torn limb from limb. He has not fed, for he is not hungry, this hunger is rage and frustration, he is rampaging because he cannot stop, because he cannot understand and the limitations of his own mind have encased him within a hell he cannot escape. He wants only Aaliyah- but he cannot ask for her, he doesn't have the words, so he destroys.

Three are dead already, Lucid and Salem fortunate enough to escape this cyclonic hell as he savages his way through the undergrowth. He cannot cry....he cannot scream....he cannot express anything....he can do nothing but roar- and so he does, screaming his frustration to the world. They are just unlucky, the young wolfess and the male, unlucky to be where they are this day as the towering black nightmare steps within the waters of the creek, dead eyes twisting to focus upon them, water staining red at his paws as blood long dried, of victims long dead, runs within the stream about him like his own red carpet, one wound still open upon his left shoulder running more thickly with his motion as he moves, a wound self-inflicted, flesh torn from his own body in sickening frustration his mind understanding only that when he is hurt, She comes. So he tears at himself, at them, at anyone. Ripping himself apart.

His pace increases, water rushing against his sides, long, powerful limbs and hulking form lunging as rippling muscles coil and tighten and the demonic entity launches himself in a rush from the water, coming at the female from behind, the male ignored, fangs seeking the side of her neck and throat, aiming to grab and tear her apart with the savage fury of a creature capable of nothing less, horrific snarls spilling from his lips as they part, paws bracing against the earth to come at her again, desperately seeking her flesh with rabid hunger.

Demetri x Jaidah | 7 Years| Sire of Elijah & Alyx | Mated to Aaliyah | Stalker of Salem

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