╳ ┊ B E N E V O L E N T ⁽ ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖᶫᵃʸ ⁾

                                       ❛ doesn’t it ever wake you in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?  the feeling that s o m e day they will pass that foolish law, or one just like it, and COME FOR YOU? and YOUR CHILDREN? ❜ ❛ it d o e s, indeed.❜ ❛ what DO YOU DO, when you w a k e up to that? ❜ ❛ i feel a great swell of P I T Y for the poor soul who comes to that school, LOOKING FOR T R O U B L E. ❜

                                       ❛ why do you come here, charles? ❜ ❛ why do you ask q u e s t i o n s to which you already know the answers? ❜ ❛ ah, y e s. your CONTINUING SEARCH FOR H O P E. ❜

❛  you know this p l a s t i c prison of theirs won’t hold me f o r e v e r. the war is still coming, charles. and i intend to f i g h t it, by ANY MEANS NECESSARY. ❜

                             ❛  and i will always b e  t h e r e, OLD FRIEND. ❜

          ❛   I just saw you naked in the shower, that’s not awkward at all.   ❜

      ❛  mi casa es su casa.  ❜    if casa actually meant image, that is.

                ——- & the other stood with trembling hands around the broken human. – Mouth hung open as frequent, deep puffs of oxygen was inhaled and exhaled. They had torn her apart and EATEN her in their horrid individual ways. Void had eaten the raw, bloody flesh —– the negative belongings of her heart. & — Vos had eaten his remained vegetables; the joy and positivities that she had clung to.

                         Now she was EMPTY. Her eyes had lost it’s light & darkness. There was nothing left of her but the fragile, cracked shell of her exterior. However, nothing of her had gone to waste. The brother’s were both loaded with a new form of strength. Void could sense it boil through his veins; the energy, the kick — much stronger than he’d ever felt before. 

                                Perhaps this was the product of his brother’s involvement. Perhaps the presence of each other made them stronger. 

                            They were in their true forms. 

                          There was no mercy; — no tenderness or respect to the body hanging limply in his hands, despite of what it had gained him. He threw her away like she was garbage; — like she was filth. His conscious c l e a r like a late summer night. He had no sympathy in his blood; not a glimpse of pity in his eyes. She was someone’s sister, daughter – there would be more for him to eat. There would be more for THEM to eat.

                       The fox panted; —- drunk on satisfaction; drunk on power and control.  & – soon, his gaze grazed over to his brother’s; a look that reflected his own. A grin formed over his lips; one that would terrify anything that had life. Soon, a creaking chuckle crawled up his throat, as his tongue darted out to brush over the sharp fangs that’d cut through bones. 

             ❛ —— Swallowed your tongue, dear brother ?  ❜

         His eyes flashed red; the sound of his voice echoing through a  D E M O N ‘S one.

           SHELL SHOCKED , survivors guilt, call it what you will ------- it’s crashing over his skin, raising goosebumps right down to the ( major ) tremors in his hands. medically, medically ; the tremendous SURGE of dopamine, endorphins, & oxytocin would normally paralyze the brain. for vos ------- all it does results in this outward RADIANT expression he now wears. that, & the number one best high he’s ever felt.

                       he’s just killed someone. 

        the thought is both shoved to the end of his mind & brought ( fought ) to be at the forefront, but he doesn’t care, he can’t care. he feels GOOD, he feels so good. any pain now is dulled completely by the endorphins, culling any thoughts of DOUBT or REGRET. rational thought, if it ever existed, was at bare minimum. 

                  and yet. 

          vos is hyper-aware the light shining through his eyes -------- he can feel his own AURA, reverberating & thriving, through & throughout the bones he lives in. these kept TEMPORARY, of course, & vos is reminded TENFOLD now how he, this FOX, keeps a mere body as his personal host. symbiotic, sure ----- created by himself, from himself ----- but a vessel to keep himself hidden, truly. 

             HE’S AN ANIMAL. it’s not a euphemism, but a solid FACT; gazing up at his brother matches this. vos takes in the other’s wicked grin, wondering what the other sees in him, FROM him -------- & it’s been too long, now. it’s been so long ; drinking in the sight of his brother with unfiltered eyes feels something close to LIBERATION.

          he doesn’t trust his own voice, for precious moments ; he keeps his jaw snapped shut, but the rule he falls back on is always speak when spoken to.   

              ❛  i ----------  ❜  a pause. the loopy grin ---- mirroring the other’s ---- probably looks out of place on his startling complexion. when he does speak, it comes softly.

             ❛   yes, brother dear ------ i have missed you.  ❜

       r ea LLY FUCKING MISSES HIS BROTHER. LIKE FUCK. 

        ❛ goo d   2 kno u miss me, brother  : - )

   ❝  Together, we have achieved so much more than we ever could have apart. Together we made this planet… a paradise…  ❞

                                                                      ( written by archer & baecon ) 

            he’s taking a calm bath in the chaos before him; drunk, impressed & excited by the view before him. He ( s t u d i e s )  the brother’s hand on the back of the female’s petite neck. Ah —- that sly little devil. Vos is a natural. His tongue darts out only to wet his dry lips while his mouth waters with hunger and desire. Void is growing impatient.

            The spark of green glowing from his brother’s once ( k i n d ) hues fill him with a new bolt of strength. —— & he finds himself jumping at the girl like a predator, just as his brother had handed him his meal. & he’s ANYTHING but gentle. Ice-cold hands grab into the petite human’s throat too easily. He’s clearly experienced. 

                                                              Clearly hungry.  

            Onyx lines appear on her throat, dancing the delicious venom into himself like ritual. & his head drops back at the sensation, followed by a groan. He’s shivering in pure delight. All the fear, sadness and pain she had ever sensed, flee into him like parasites. Only, his exterior welcome them into his darkest pits. His eyes are black like ink; & just as another wave of euphoria washes over him;  they flash bloody red. — & then, they’re back to dead onyx one’s. 

         He’s panting, eyes scanning the tortured girl in his hands. He needs more. More. The sound of bones  b r e a k i n g  fills the air around him.  & the female’s tortured s c r e a m soon bolts through them like one of a banshee. But he’s not alarmed,  —- only ready to dig in again & feed on her pain. 

                                                                      & he does.

            at this, a SNARL rips from vos’ throat ; it’s viscous, unmistakably INHUMAN and foreign even to the fox. his hand has moved from fragile neck to bruised collarbone, now, because if he were to keep his hand it’d CRUSH her windpipe with a snap. he’s sure of this; vos is suddenly sure of a great many things that have now become CRYSTAL CLEAR to him. two things in particular ; 

            number one : he is  S T A R V I N G .  vos can feel this girl ---------- he can feel her rays of light from past memories, those that mirror like GLASS upon the tragedies he’s endured. the pad of his thumb presses down HARD into her bone, cracking collar & sternum while WHITE veins raise the skin underneath pale hands. he’s been DEPRIVED of this, for more than a century, kept RAVENOUS & ignorant to the means to fix it. 

           number two : at the END of this tether he has on ADDICTION ( what else could you call the draw of this high? ) vos is aware of void, drawing in perfect TANDEM with his own efforts. this thing he has never felt so strongly, so COMPLETE with himself ; it is his nature, it is instinct, it is ENLIGHTENMENT ------ & as the fox becomes deaf to the girl’s screams, he can only think :

                         this is what he was meant to become. 

          vos can feel the end as well, the fickle thing of HAPPINESS swiftly depleting & kept now tucked within the currents of his own BODY.  --------  & the last flicker is drawn with a whisper rather than a scream, as the light winks out of her frame & into his. 

          he’s HAPPY, vos thinks, as he falls to the ground. he’s on the borderline state of UNCONSCIOUSNESS, kept penned by drowsy ELATION --------- as he leans against the concrete, mouth ajar in ecstasy & veins a translucent white. 

                ❛  i’ve been at the mercy of men just following orders. never again.  ❜

                                                 independent + semi-selective magneto. 

“There’s no way in hell you’ll make me get off this bed. Leave me be. Let me sleep for a hundred years,” Charles grumbled into his pillow, as he pulled his blanket over his head.

       ❝  alright,   you can get up ----- willingly ----- 

                         or i’ll persuade you. i have a mean guilt trip.  ❞