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No Method, Just Madness IP: 71.252.173.85 Posted on November 8, 2014 at 06:54:02 PM by Andras
Death and rot. The constant reminder that her keeps so close, so dear to the heart. It was here and it was now, showing the passage of time as maggots eat the leftover meats upon the bones. The impact of death has weighed heavy upon him for many years in many different ways. Baphomet was the first to bring true grief, and yet this could not compare, this lacking of Lillith, no longer feeling her ever present darkness in his very soul. He felt as if he were a shell of a wolf, that was hardening and flaking off as time went on.
His own mind was degrading as well. Logic wasn't exactly what he worked with. He had always been an emotional creature, acting purely on what he felt, and in time he had managed to use his brain more than even his brawn. He was able to control his desires with Lillith by his side, but with her gone, his could not help but revert back to something perhaps, a bit less tame.
He walked towards her as a darkened ghost. He heard his name in question as she inspected the skull, a trophy of their hunting together. He was fortunate at the very least, his Lillith has not been taken as a trophy to her killer, a killer still unknown. His steps were heavy, not crafted so brightly as perhaps they would have been before. The sound of crickets and frogs play tune to the air, his eyes fixated on the elk skull as he too comes to sniff it, to look at how it changed. He stares in silence, stares and contemplates, his teeth starting to grind with a single, ever present fang peeking out of his ripped lip.
"It takes so long...for it to be nothing but bones. Do you think they feel every little maggot wiggling under their skin? Do you think it pains them?" he asks, taking a heavy breath as he sits on his haunches, still, looking so intently at the skull, never once raising his eyes to meet Avery in this moment. He surrounds himself with death so he does not become dead, and yet now he can only allow his mind to be consumed with that it is like, if the dead feel every bite being taken from their flesh, if they feel their bodies being digested, and if they hear their bones cracking or worms gnawing on their ears. He wondered if this is with Lillith feels now, when he cannot feel anything but the coldness left behind in her wake.
Perhaps Avery will have answers, knowledge that he knew no one had, for death never speaks. Death is every silent- a mystery everyone will solve one day, but will never be able to share with the living. This is what tortures him this day. and seemingly, forevermore.