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a grip  INTENSIFIES.     a breath   stolen.     they begin to fall.     weightless and   damned ;  nails unintentionally bare themselves into his back.     she wants to   SCREAM.     it leaves her throat raw   …  pure desires are to  break free  of it’s metaphorical cage ;    just as the space around them is  shredded  to pieces.     she   b u r i e s   herself against him.     this doesn’t compare to   r u n n i n g   with pietro.     it feels as if lightening has   rocked   her core.     GRAVITY   returns,  but it is his voice that  sends  her into a   t r a n c e.     head no longer to chest ;  s h a k i n g   palms find their way from his back to   layer   over his bicep ;  offering a slow nod as reassurance     ‘   are you ?  ’

every  NIGHTMARE  had come to life.     people wander aimlessly.     BLOODCURDLING  SCREAMS   build in a   slow crescendo.     she stiffens.     never in her   wildest  dreams   could she ever imagine such a sight on her own.     but this place   …   no matter how obscure holds   familiarity.     legs quiver as she   grasps   for a sense of balance.      ’   do they know ??   ’     she does not let the   connection   between them  BRAKE   even as her  attention  is lead to these poor souls     ’  can we help them ?   ’     bravery   q u a k e s   as she falls back ;   the foundation below   c r u m b l e s   at her feet.     another howl in the   distance.     another being   lost.     doe eyed she tries to follow along, but the world has hastened.     this world offers no  SECOND CHANCES.

❛  oh no          they’re most definitely  h u r t i n g ,  but theres also nothing we can do. if you die and you end up here, it’s safe to say theres a good reason. moving on               ❜       muscles outlining brows and optical nerves tensed at the thought; the ability to absolve these nightmares from themselves.    several whispers enter the skull of dead breed, triggering the nephilim to move quicker. hunters worked hard to trap the hybrid and bring him back to their leader, someone who was too lazy to do the job himself. reality was different here, a complete inception from the living and the holy creatures that torment cole. as his grip on wanda eased, the man directed her attention towards the well known northern star; its appearance fairly altered to fit the aesthetics of limbo.       ❛  that’s how i normally get in, long fall but it’s nothing to a pro. ❜          his charm was ghastly at best, and a swift wink was his way of alerting his pride. sin surely thrived in these veins, yet his blood fought against this plague. 

❛    as your tour guide for all things horrifying, what would you like to see?  ❜     somewhere between watching the flames reflect from innocent eyes, and some desperate soul pull at her leg, made the neyaphem question her sanity for wanting to visit hell.  in times of boredom, he found himself sitting beneath a wretched tree, watching the judgments turn by the hands of minos          sometimes challenged himself to see if each sin was guessed correctly.      ❛         but uh - first actual layer is lust. just saying. ❜      ( fuckin’ god help me. )

     It was what he said next that made her pause a little; look at him again for longer now, trying to read in the expression on his face. A truth or a lie? “ ——- At four thousand years old, don’t you know that people usually kill more people than new plagues? ”

❛ well you have my word, this shit is weak. ❜       so says a man with a tolerance far too high for his own good. her words wash upon him like the force of a tsunami.  fingers gripped the glass like it was the last drink to slither down his throat.      ❛ that’s because they’re dormant. one of those bad boys get loose.. good bye floating rock.  ❜      ( step one. never reveal any secrets about yourself. what is fight club? ) 

      ❛ people kill because they’re bored. plagues live to kill. ❜

‘   they are well   deserved   ’     wide eyed, she remains observant.     silently,  of course.     she lets his explanation slide with a look of intrigue.     SMARTASS   ———   though it teeters on the edge of   pure intelligence.     it’s welcomed with an  effortless  curve of tinted crimson.     ‘   i just wanted to   k n o w   the fine print   ’     an attention is shifted back to a pile of containers at the  far  corner of the room.     funny,   she always thought those were meant to tag xaviers not open a  portal to hell.     it takes  EVERYTHING  in her not to examine one herself.     well versed in various types of pagan witchcraft she chooses to decipher it’s holdings   another day.     right now she’ll  learn.

EACH  SYMBOL  created seems to be written on the   backs of eyelids.     it comes without effort.     she memorizes them   just in case.     hovering.     in his last few millennia she   w o n d e r s   just how many times he’s needed to draw those symbols.     just how many times he brought   another   human into the realm of limbo.     staggering backwards ;   emeralds meet sapphire and fingers   t h r e a d   through those presented.     DISTANCE   lessens as she now stands   directly   in front of him.     careful to not disturb the now  illuminated  figures.     she squeezes his hand a little   tighter.     uneasy.   words unspoken.     SHE’S  READY   ———-   she’s ready for anything that may come.

instinct knew what was about to happen, and reality would confirm this gut feeling in movements of dissembling nonsense. a rubix cube dissolving into one mess to the next, cole knew to hold on to wanda          for the fear of losing her into the grasp of a demon disturbed his thoughts. the rugged touch that held fast to the hand of a maddened witch, moved her figure closed to wrap his arm around to lock in the position. the apartment quickly fell into a hellish manifestation, walls splitting in every direction          their bodies falling like a broken elevator. a seemingly comfortable living space transformed into a bottomless pit.      ❛  home  s w e e t  home ❜      various tones left the males tongue, leaving in sinister echos to play with fear.

❛   you alright?            ❜       although the neyaphem was back where he solely belonged, icy hues had a hard time adjusting to the illumination of bright flashing lights. time was sped, souls wandered around in search for an exit to a never ending maze.     ❛  don’t worry about them and watch your step.   ❜       god knows his eyes were more than wide to everything around them.      ( i dare something to fuck with me. )

Apparently it’s national kissing day! You know what that means~

It means you can all kiss my ass

‘   i have a  high tolerance  when it comes to pain and  i trust you   ———   ’     reassurance probably isn’t required,  but she wants him to do it for her.     m i n i m a l i s m   was what she wanted.     added  COMPLEXITY  beseeches her mind.     ‘     if you can draw a stick figure you  can  draw what i’m looking for   ’     an emerald gaze falls to the pieces   s p r a w l e d   out on his arms.     it takes her back to the  first night  they spoke   ———   there’s still a story to be told.     she turns her back to  search  for a sheet of paper ;  wanting to draw a mock design but  HALTS.

‘   why would they   want me ?   ’     stupid question     ‘   right.   chaos.   destruction.   the ability to warp reality   ’     she was   never   heaven sent after all.     ‘   got it   ’     arms cross   tightly   over her chest, analyzing.     words spiral past her.     ‘   so  DON’T   draw attention to myself and don’t   think   about   y o u   ’     (     i’ll do my best     )     ‘   you know,  i can handle myself     ———     you don’t have to   WORRY   about me.   honest.   ’     a pointed look is given through the narrowing of eyes.     leg outstretched, weight shifted unevenly.     slightly   o f f e n  d e d.     ‘   but luckily for you   …  i’m   not   human   ’      she’s being  smug.     ‘   so how does this work ?   ’

❛    oh now you trust me           those are  d a n g e r o u s  words. ❜       fumbling his own words over bits of laughter, heavy boots directed attention towards a number of spray cans filled with paint. a witch left these in dante’s possession if ever a mutant needed it         or was stupid enough to get themselves through into hell’s gauntlet unsupervised. digits grasped the cold containment, shaking it’s chemicals to be used.       ❛ you’re a mutant      sharing genetics of a human race . . . don’t test me woman.  ❜       this explanation sprouted from his own knowledge, for he understood that his race wasn’t connected to the anthropomorphic realm.       ❛    i know you’re different, but if you’re not a demon type of mutant or neyaphem         you’ll ( acts out audible explosions) burn. that is - if you enter the way i do. so to avoid that, we’ll be making a safe door to open. ❜    ( look at me piss off wanda. )

an index finger applied pressure to the actuator, drawing an ancient glyph that meant something to those of biblical times. there was some sharp edges, confusing letters and circular motions to finish the piece.      ❛   sorry it smells like ass, but you said you trusted me         there’s no turning back now. ❜       various rifts worked its way to open a portal into hell just as dante stood up to look into wanda’s eyes. for a later use, the item was stored away in a backpack he occasionally carried around.        ❛ well? ❜       placement of his feet positioned atop of this glowing symbol; a tattooed hand awaited her own out of awkward chivalry.

             ( art credit. )

“I do that on a daily basis… and yeah, you’re right, it’s pretty whimpy here, that’s because of Jack. My boss tried to take it over once and make it a lot more scary and violent… nobody seemed to like it, sucks.”

He shrugs, before grinding his teeth and getting a little defensive.

“I am not, he just ruins every prank and plan I have and tries to keep me  from causing trouble in the human world, he’s a jerk!”

❛    well you’re in luck             because i can step up the spooky game. forget about jack and that oogie boogers guy. i know a place of real  n i g h t m a r e s  . ❜      a heavily tattooed hand moved to bop the youngster on it’s head, confirming that his trade means business.

❛   NEPH        A      LIM ; it’s a hybrid of angel and demon descent. ❜      he felt kinda stupid sounding the word out, yet surprised all together that she hasn’t heard of his kind.      ❛   i guess since those angel assholes killed my kind         no one knows of us.  ❜ ❛   i wasn’t going to  e a t  you, i’m not a succubus. but i will warn you          if i’ve had half a bottle of crown and i start to get lit, you might look tasty enough to eat. ❜       dante was the only person ever to laugh at his own jokes - whether they were serious or not. an arm stretched outward to contort towards his back, folding over to rub the scars from ripped out wings. dante was different in a sense of rebellion          he favorited the hellish side.

           Rey is PERCHED on the edge of a fire escape, arms crossed            over the bar as she leans against it, watching people walk by            on the street below. She had sensed something DIFFERENT             among the usual mess of thoughts, worries, and frustrations,            and she wants to know WHO it is … WHAT it is. Under differ-            ent circumstances, she might have gone WANDERING            through the streets until she came across the anomaly, but             there had been yet another INCIDENT a few days ago and            she is LOATHE to accidentally repeat it.              It is only a few minutes before she catches sight of HIM –            weaving in and out of the crowd. Her eyes narrow. He doesn’t            necessarily look like a problem spot, but people rarely DO. 

phasing in and out of rifts betwixt the crowd was a tactic to avoid contact, walk through walls, and shorten travel length. traveling to   l i m b o  had cut time in half at times, and for the most part           was completely unnoticed by human eye. the hybrid used his scarred hands to tug the hood of an old jacket away from his prominent profile. instinct told the neyaphem to halt any progress and heed to any wandering eyes. intuition had been correct; icy blue eyes locked on a girl whom had a racing pulse. 

any normal human would of been beyond panic once vision has been locked. yet here dante was, a rarity in the rough being noticed by some random girl. muscles surrounding the optic nerves flexed to assume the expression of question. ( so you want a staring contest? bring it. )

@nephii

“I appreciate the solidarity thing we got going on here. But there’s only room for one punk kid in all black around these parts.”

❛    one: i’m not a kid. . . you are, two: you might be about the punk trend          i prefer  m e t a l.  tweet that teenage mutant ninja tur         girl. ❜      ( nice save. )

“tear them apart, make them feel your pain”

         LORD help anyone who stands in my way                            for I am not merciful, and I am not kind

            —and I am NOT AFRAID to make you wish that I was.